Chapter 234: The Magic of Creating a Flower Field
Flamme lingered at the entrance of the flower shop, looking at this flower and smelling that one, her face beaming with a genuine smile. Kurtz smiled along with her.
At that moment, she seemed like an ordinary human girl who liked flowers.
Her undisguised love for flowers suddenly brought back memories from a distant past, almost from another world, to Kurtz's mind.
In that story, the red-haired girl in front of him seemed to love the magic that could conjure flowers, a magic that her parents had taught her.
So this passion started so early?
He watched as Flamme carefully stroked a delicate red velvet rose with her fingers and couldn't help but ask, "You seem to particularly like flowers?"
Upon hearing this, Flamme turned around, her face still beaming with joy, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I love them! They're so beautiful, each one with its own unique appearance and fragrance."
She paused, as if a deeper thought had been evoked, and her tone became extremely serious: "Actually, Teacher, I have a dream."
"My parents once taught me a magic spell that could turn a field into a garden, and I hope to improve upon that spell and create a new one."
"A magic that allows flowers to bloom anytime, anywhere, and to blossom exactly as I wish."
"It's not about simply conjuring up colorful flowers, but about creating a sea of flowers that I can imagine, even rare ones!"
When she talked about her dreams, she seemed to glow, a light that came from her inner passion.
Kurtz listened quietly, a strange glint in his eyes.
He could sense the sincerity behind Flamme's words; it wasn't just a magician's pursuit of power.
"The magic of making the flowers you want to see bloom?" Kurtz smiled slightly. "It's an interesting idea, but also very difficult. The power of imagination involved will be very challenging."
"With your current magical talent and understanding of magic, it's not impossible for you to achieve this in the future."
"Of course, if that really doesn't work, I can also—"
He had intended to say that he could help participate in or even directly create the basic structure of this magic, which, given his current understanding of his own creative talent, would not be difficult.
After all, he had already mastered most of the power of imagination.
The only remaining limitation was the difference and gap in strength that restricted the development of one's talents.
Just as he could not create a magic that could instantly make someone a god through the power of imagination.
That was no longer the power of imagination, but pure fantasy.
However, Flamme shook her head without hesitation at his suggestion, her eyes firm and steady: "No, Teacher! Thank you for your kindness, but I hope to create this magic myself!"
Her tone carried a gentle obsession: "I want to use my own hands and my own heart to explore and understand the secret of how flowers bloom, little by little."
"The process itself is the greatest joy and meaning of magic, isn't it? I don't want to miss a single step of it."
Kurtz nodded slightly, then a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Indeed, for true magicians, the process of exploration and creation was far more important than the result.
He nodded: "You're right. Then I look forward to seeing your magic, the magic that makes all the flowers bloom, someday in the future."
With her teacher's understanding and encouragement, Flamme smiled even more happily.
As if remembering something, she added, "And I'm also trying to research another kind of magic right now."
"Oh? What is it?" Kurtz asked curiously.
"It's a magic that can disguise or even change one's own magical energy fluctuations!" Flamme said in a slightly smug voice. "Teacher, think about it carefully. If you can change your magical energy aura at will, wouldn't that be much more convenient in battles against demons?"
"The opponent would have no way of knowing your true strength based on their instincts, and they wouldn't even know how much magic you have left."
"Or it could be used to evade tracking methods that rely on magical perception. I think it's very useful!"
A knowing glint flashed in Kurtz's eyes.
Disguised magical fluctuations?
He had envisioned this magic countless times, but when he tried to create it, he always gave up.
He was pleased that she had finally come up with this idea, as he still wanted to entrust the creation of this magic to Flamme.
"That's a great idea!" Kurtz praised without reservation, his tone full of satisfaction. "Although it's very difficult, once successful, it will be a powerful weapon! Flamme, you must know that demons are very cunning. Once they encounter something they cannot resist, they won't hesitate to give up the fight. I've encountered this many times, so you must be even more cunning than they are. Your idea is excellent!"
Hearing her teacher's direct affirmation, Flamme's cheeks flushed, and she felt as if she were floating in the air.
"Really? I'll keep trying!"
Then she quietly added in her mind 'Moreover, if this magic succeeds, perhaps it can be used to sneak up on you without being detected.' Of course, she would never say this to anyone.
The two lingered in front of the flower shop for a few more moments, and Flamme finally bought a small, delicate bouquet mixed with honeysuckle and white windmill chrysanthemums, holding it carefully in her arms.
The sunlight shone on her face, which was beaming with happiness, creating a lovely scene.
Looking at Flamme like this, Kurtz couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and happiness.
Perhaps it was nice to occasionally stroll around like an ordinary person and see how his disciple shone because of her dream.
Little did he know that beneath this beautiful scene, the girl's burning and unwavering love, like the flower in her arms absorbing sunlight, was quietly growing stronger and more steadfast.
The two continued walking forward. Flamme held the flowers, and she felt that the distance between herself and Kurtz seemed to have shortened a little.
This made her even more convinced that she was on the right path.
Looking at him beside her, a great sense of satisfaction and happiness filled her entire body.
At this moment, there was no Serie, no Ayla, no Frieren, only her and Kurtz.
Even this bustling street seemed to have become a world that belonged only to the two of them.
How she wished time could stand still at this moment.
Meanwhile, in Serie's room.
On the bed, the blonde elf slowly opened her eyes, her slight headache from the hangover causing her to frown unhappily.
She sat up, rubbed her temples, and looked around.
The room was unusually quiet.
"Kurtz?" she called out habitually, but received no response.
Oh, right, this wasn't his cabin; he was in the room next door.
She rose and moved toward the door.
[End of Chapter]
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