"Well, we don't need to go as far as sharing memories. I've seen a statue of Frieren,
but statues are colorless, so it definitely can't compare to the real person… Solitär,
just tell me her hair color, and I can pretty much picture her."
Fíliya said with a smile. She and Solitär, in a moment of perfect understanding, completely ignored Miss Aura.
"White."
Solitär's reply was exceptionally concise.
"Hmm… White, and with white twintails? The old hag's style is surprisingly cute."
Fíliya nodded, and was immediately met with Solitär lifting her chin.
"Uh, Solitär?"
Fíliya tested the waters nervously.
She didn't know what Solitär was angry about. It couldn't be because she'd said "old hag," could it...? Er, that's highly likely.
Fortunately, Solitär didn't use much force, merely giving Fíliya a small warning.
Seeing Solitär let go and her expression return to its usual calm, Fíliya finally continued speaking.
"By the way, Solitär, doesn't that mean Frieren already knows what you look like and your name?"
Fíliya asked the question that had been bothering her.
In response, Solitär just shook her head calmly.
"No. When I fought the Hero's party, I was just a support unit hiding and assisting from the sidelines…
As you know, if I'm not one hundred percent certain of victory, I won't show my face…
That is my secret to a long life."
Solitär said this with a smile.
"Hmph, what secret to a long life? A coward is a coward. You're even more of a coward than I am.
I'm not afraid to show my face in front of humans, and I still survived to the end. That's the skill of the great Lady Aura."
Another ill-timed voice piped up.
This time, it was no use even with Linie pulling at Aura, trying to cover her mouth.
In a flash, Solitär delivered a flying kick that sent Aura flying dozens of meters into a wall, embedding her body deep within the stonework.
When Aura fell down, her eyes rolling back, everyone could see the human-shaped imprint left on the stone wall.
Sigh… Fíliya could only let out a helpless sigh at this.
This Aura, why does she never learn? Always looking for trouble.
When Solitär returned to Fíliya's side, even Fíliya gulped.
An angry expression still lingered on Solitär's face, but the procedure Fíliya wanted to perform next required Solitär's cooperation, so Fíliya could only look at Solitär with an ingratiating smile.
"Solitär, I need you to help me with one more thing… Of course, if you're not willing, we can also rest for a while."
Hearing this, Solitär just closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.
Only then did she calm down and look at Fíliya.
"Mm."
She nodded.
Phew… Seeing that Solitär was willing to cooperate, Fíliya also breathed a sigh of relief.
"I want to try to deeply trace the residual thoughts left on these golems…
But because they're so ancient, I estimate my own mana is far from sufficient."
"I understand."
Solitär nodded.
Ever since Fíliya completed the grimoire "Fíliya's Pain Control," she had entered the gateway to the mental domain.
Within a few days, Fíliya learned to read memories; after all, memory reading is a very basic operation in the mental domain.
And through continuous practice, Fíliya soon progressed to the point where she could trace the residual thoughts left on objects.
Even Solitär had to admit that Fíliya was indeed the human with the most terrifying talent she had ever seen.
But the act of reading "residual thoughts on objects" wasn't something you could do just because you wanted to.
Different objects could carry completely different amounts of fragmented thoughts, and this had nothing to do with the object's size or any other factor; it was entirely unpredictable.
If an object didn't have enough residual thoughts, it would be impossible to read them successfully, no matter how proficient you were with mental magic.
Fortunately… there were five autonomous golems right in front of them.
The thoughts from all five golems combined should be just about enough for Miss Fíliya.
Fíliya once again immersed herself in meditation.
Once she entered research mode, she would cast aside her usual frivolous demeanor and become completely absorbed, forgetting to eat or sleep.
Her hand, meanwhile, remained linked with Solitär's, as she needed to draw on Solitär's mana this way.
As her meditation deepened.
Fíliya finally saw what she had been searching for.
There were two figures, one tall, the other small and cute.
But Fíliya immediately realized that the smaller one was perhaps the truly elder of the two.
After all, those pointed ears were so conspicuous.
This Elf had pure white hair. Unlike the statues of later generations, she wore her hair down completely, a style that added a dreamlike beauty to her appearance.
A faint melancholy was hidden between the white-haired Elf's brows, and her eyes held a strange sadness, which puzzled Fíliya.
She recognized her completely. This white-haired Elf was clearly Frieren…
but she felt that this version of Frieren was somehow different from the image she knew from historical records and legends.
Frieren… had this kind of world-weary image? How strange…
Hmm, but this scene was from a thousand years before her own time… Even a staid life-form like an Elf would surely undergo some changes.
Fíliya quickly reasoned this out.
"Hmm… The real person is indeed countless times more vivid than a statue."
She commented from an observer's perspective.
Then… the person next to Frieren… why did she also look so familiar?
Fíliya was puzzled.
This woman, who looked very mature—so much so that she could have been her own mother—gave her a strange feeling.
This human woman had orange hair woven into a thick, long braid that hung down her back, reaching all the way to the backs of her knees.
Her simple, elegant long dress naturally gave off a friendly feeling.
She wore sandals and leggings on her legs. These decorative items didn't matter much; what puzzled Fíliya the most was, of course, her face.
That face… Fíliya was certain that although it wasn't a perfect match to the shadow in her memory, she had definitely seen it somewhere before.
Where was it?
Fíliya thought, and then it suddenly came to her.
Right!
It was her.
What she had seen back then was the… childhood form of this legendary great human mage.
She finally dredged the woman's name from the sea of her memories.
She… wasn't she the disciple that Serie, the God of Magic, cared about most (though Serie herself would never admit it)?
Lady Flamme.
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