A few minutes later.
Only after Himmel's gentle persuasion did Frieren abandon the idea of leaving right then and there.
Sitting on the ground, she let the Hero pull a comb from his clothes and tidy her explosion-mussed hair, all while glaring sulkily at Serie, seemingly lost in thought.
As for Serie, her disciple Guter lightly tugged at the hem of his teacher's clothes from behind.
He was signaling for his teacher to rein herself in a little and stop teasing this junior for the moment.
They had finally managed to meet once. She should not actually drive Frieren away with her words.
"Tut, tut."
Watching Frieren let the Hero tend to her hair, Serie clicked her tongue twice, originally intending to tease her some more.
But remembering her disciple's warning, Serie ultimately stayed silent. She merely watched the scene before her with great interest, engaging Frieren in a distant staring contest—an old fossil glaring at a young fossil.
Still, no matter what, the atmosphere finally eased somewhat. It was no longer as intense as before, and the group began talking with one another.
After they introduced themselves, Frieren looked at Guter with mild surprise and thought to herself.
Has Serie taken on another new disciple?
For someone his age to possess this much mana, his talent is truly impressive.
Then again, Serie has always had a good eye when it comes to taking disciples.
At that moment, Serie suddenly smiled and asked Frieren.
"What are you thinking about?"
Frieren glared at Serie and answered coldly, "I'm thinking about a spell that would make you stop talking!"
"Tut, tut."
Serie shook her head and did not press the matter further.
Yet Frieren continued thinking about it. She could not understand why Serie kept taking in human disciples.
Given human lifespans,