Serie's Talent

Rhode and Serie's second day of adventuring.

At Serie's insistence, Rhode decided on a goal.

That was to find a Human Race settlement.

When Serie asked him why, Rhode answered like this.

"Because I want to teach them magic!"

Since humans of this era still did not know magic, and Rhode did not know how humanity had learned magic in the original history, there was nothing stopping him from pushing that process along.

"The first requirement for learning magic is talent, and the second is having magical power within one's body. I do not believe the Human Race possesses such talent."

Serie spoke coldly. Learning magic in this world was no easy matter. The Elf race was blessed by nature, born with magical talent, and their lifespans were practically limitless. It was rare for them to die of old age.

That was why the Elf race could stand at the pinnacle of the Mythical era, becoming a powerful existence that even the gods had to take seriously.

Looking across the entire world, only the Winged race, personally created by the gods, and the Demon Race, born from Monsters and possessing greater intelligence, could be mentioned in the same breath as them.

Therefore, Serie was somewhat disdainful of Rhode's claim that he would teach humans magic.

"The Human Race has it." Rhode's answer was filled with confidence. "Am I not the best example? I believe that once humans learn to use magic, they will definitely claim a place in this world."

In truth, Rhode was still putting it mildly.

Because after the gods vanished, a thousand years after the end of the Mythical era, the Human Race had already risen to the top of the world. Humans could be seen everywhere.

Even the Demon King of the Demon Race had been defeated by a hero of later generations.

That was enough to prove humanity had such potential, but Rhode did not intend to tell Serie any of this. Even if he did, she might not believe him.

Only after she witnessed the power hidden within human bodies with her own eyes would she understand.

At Rhode's confident declaration, Serie merely gave a light laugh and said nothing more.

In her eyes, Rhode was simply the sort with exceptionally good luck. He had happened to awaken magical talent and happened to learn how to use magic, but that did not prove anything.

The third day of their adventure.

The two encountered their first Monster of the journey. More precisely, a pack of them: Demon Wolves with purple-black fur.

Whenever Rhode had encountered creatures like these before, all he could do was run. Or he would find a chance to climb a tree and wait for them to leave before coming down.

But now, times had changed.

He had someone to help him.

Serie raised her hand, and a Light Arrow shot out at high speed, piercing straight through a Demon Wolf with perfect accuracy.

"You should also try the magic you learned earlier."

Serie naturally meant the Light Arrow magic Rhode had learned from her before, though calling his Light Arrows an Arrow Rain would have been more fitting.

While Rhode cast his magic, Serie carefully observed the flow and control of magical power within him.

In fact, even among the Elf race, Serie belonged to the kind with exceptional magical talent. As long as most elven magic was demonstrated before her a few times, she could grasp the basics.

Rhode took a deep breath and began casting magic according to the flow of magical power he had observed from Serie earlier. Since he had already cast it once before, he released it smoothly.

Yet in Serie's eyes, his magical power flowed in an entirely different manner.

It was completely unlike the flow of magical power when she cast the same spell. That was why he could produce Light Arrows with utterly different effects.

More than ten Light Arrows appeared before him. They were somewhat smaller than the ones Serie released, but with a wave of his hand, they shot out in a fan-shaped spread, covering the area where the Demon Wolves stood.

"This..." Serie's eyes widened slightly.

Previously, she had been caught off guard and had not observed the power of this man's magic. Instead, she had been knocked unconscious by him.

Now that she saw it with her own eyes, she was shocked once more.

Although each Light Arrow was only half as powerful as the ones she cast, their numbers made up for their lack of force.

The Demon Wolves surrounding them were instantly riddled with holes. Purple-black demonic blood flowed across the ground, causing even the grass to wither.

"Do it again!" Serie demanded.

"But there are no more Monsters."

"It's fine." Serie cast a Detection Magic spell and led Rhode straight to a Demon Bear. "Use your magic on this bear now."

The Demon Bear let out a roar when it saw them, then charged toward them. Rhode did not dare lose focus in the slightest and immediately cast Light Arrow again.

However, this Demon Bear was clearly much smarter than those Demon Wolves, and its defense was far stronger as well.

Facing Rhode's Arrow Rain, it came to an abrupt stop and rolled to the side, avoiding most of the attacks. Only two Light Arrows struck its body, leaving wounds that were not particularly serious.

But the pain still enraged it. Its eyes turned blood-red, and it charged at the two of them much faster than before.

"Hey! Its hide is too thick! It doesn't seem to be working!"

Rhode hurriedly looked toward Serie beside him, only to see that she was still immersed in the magical power flow she had just observed, as if she had not heard him at all.

Rhode was starting to panic. He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her back, but Serie's body stood unmoving like a boulder.

Only when the Demon Bear charged before them, and Rhode could even smell the beastly stench coming from it, did Serie finally speak.

"Just a mere beast!"

She raised her hand and perfectly replicated Rhode's Light Arrow Rain, except with even greater power, directly piercing through the Demon Bear's entire body.

Naturally, the Demon Bear could not survive after being pierced through by such a number of Light Arrows. It collapsed onto the ground.

"Amazing!" Rhode immediately applauded.

As expected of the strongest great mage of later generations. She had perfectly replicated his magic after watching it only a few times, and it was even more powerful.

Now his plan to cling to her for support looked even more promising.

On the other side, however, Serie looked at the Monster lying on the ground and shook her head. "Not enough! This cannot kill a god."

"Hm? Did you say something?"

Rhode felt as though he had just heard something rather alarming, so he could only pretend to be clueless and ask.

"Nothing. I will teach you more magic, magic with greater power. You must transform them into magic capable of killing any living being."

So what he had heard earlier had not been an illusion. This Little Ancestor before him actually harbored such thoughts.

It truly surprised Rhode.

But thinking of the future, someone who, in the Age of Gods, considered how to kill a god did indeed suit her personality.

"Once you find humans, come with me to a place."

Serie made the suggestion herself, though there was a hint of barely concealed excitement in her eyes.