Chapter 6: FRIH - 6
"Yes. I asked for a room; he said there weren't any." Ronan flipped through a magic book, glancing at the unfamiliar symbols and diagrams. He looked up at Frieren. "The elder mentioned you're skilled in magic and have all the village's books. If I want to learn magic, I should start with you."
Frieren raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on her face. "But you're a warrior? Warriors learn magic?" She tilted her head, clearly confused. She remembered him saying he couldn't use magic. His speed and strength were impressive, he seemed more suited for battle than spellcasting.
Ronan smiled, amusement in his eyes as he leaned against the wall. "Speaking of magic... have you tested your magical aptitude? I can't guarantee you'll learn if you're just curious."
His grin widened as he tapped into his vast energy reserves, maxing out his magical talent. Frieren's eyes widened, a look of surprise crossing her face. She felt it, an aura, subtle but unmistakable. Ronan's presence shifted, becoming deeper and more grounded, like an elven scholar who had studied the arcane. A faint magical glow flickered around him, reminiscent of a distant star.
For a moment, Frieren wondered if it was her imagination or if he had truly activated something within himself.
"What's wrong?" Ronan noticed her dazed expression and spoke casually. "Don't believe me? I wouldn't either, a human warrior learning magic. But anything is possible." He shrugged lightly, suggesting that the limits of possibility were flexible, especially for someone like him.
His cool demeanor reminded Frieren of his earlier indifference to the title of 'Hero.' It struck her as unusual, something different from the heroes she had heard about. Maybe there was more to Ronan than met the eye.
Taking a deep breath to shake off her astonishment, Frieren said, "No, I believe you. You can wield the Hero's Sword. Nothing is impossible for the Hero." She softened her tone. "Come in." She stepped aside to let him enter. "I'm not very skilled; I only know some offensive spells passed down from our ancestors to fight the demons."
Ronan nodded, grateful for the invitation. He stepped into the room, scanning the cozy interior. An oil lamp cast warm light, creating flickering shadows on the walls. The wooden furniture was simple but comforting, filled with memories of generations past.
As he stood in the living room, he noticed strange plants on the shelves, their leaves glowing faintly in the dim light, emitting a pleasant fragrance. It felt like the air itself held a subtle magic, charged with an otherworldly energy.
After a moment, Frieren disappeared into another room, leaving Ronan to explore. He sensed the village's deep connection to nature; the plants were likely magical, tied to the environment and the earth's energy.