Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 46 Magic is a world of imagination

The battle continues.

Varos's spear, like a viper's tongue, aimed straight for Lynn's throat.

At the same time, Klein's large black straight sword swept across.

But just as the blade was about to touch his eyelashes, Lynn, like a gust of wind that couldn't be grasped, sidestepped and cut into the blind spot of their attack.

"I won't lose in terms of speed."

A casual remark was followed by two almost overlapping sounds of flesh being pierced.

Varos and Klein didn't even see how Lynn drew his sword; they only felt a chill at the base of their thighs and lost their balance uncontrollably.

The two knelt on one knee, their trouser legs quickly soaked with blood.

Lynn sheathed his sword and stepped back.

"So fast."

It was only at this moment that Klein realized that the young man had never used his full strength from beginning to end.

"You could have killed us."

Varos clutched his wound. "Why didn't you do anything?"

"Didn't you also refrain from killing him?"

Lynn looked at him. "You missed by an inch with that shot. Since you old man don't intend to kill me, I have no need to go after you."

Varos paused for a moment.

"Besides that, there's another reason I want to confirm something."

Lynn continued, "Of course, if you still want to fight, I don't mind taking your heads."

"To fight knowing it could be fatal is not in my style."

Varos leaned against the wall and slowly sat down. "An old friend of mine told me that a warrior's pride and fearlessness can sometimes be his most fatal weakness."

Lynn naturally knew who Varos was referring to as his old friend.

That person was Azer, the dwarf warrior who served as the frontline tank in the Simmel squad and was the master of Shutark.

At this moment, Falshu stepped forward, adjusted his glasses, and said, "You shouldn't have let them go."

"I just want to confirm one thing."

Lynn said, "Besides, they don't intend to kill us, so we should leave ourselves an out."

In the original story, Varos could easily kill Falshu, but he didn't choose to finish him off.

"What do you need to confirm?"

Falshu frowned.

"That's something I don't need to tell you."

Lynn looked into the depths of the tunnel as he spoke, his tone becoming more somber. "Also, a troublesome fellow is coming. You should leave."

Falshu was taken aback. He tried to probe with his magic, but couldn't sense any aura.

But after witnessing Lynn's skills, he decided to trust Lynn's intuition.

So he used shadow magic to sneak into the shadows.

Varos and Kress, supporting each other, limped into another side path. Since the mission had failed and the other side had let them pass, they naturally wouldn't linger.

Seeing that most people had left, Lynn spoke into the empty tunnel:

"Since you're here, show yourself. What are you doing hiding in the shadows watching the show?"

A soft laugh came from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a figure gradually approached.

She was an elderly woman with silver hair, wearing a black spy uniform and small glasses, her face deeply lined with wrinkles.

Freys, the captain of the Magic Special Agents Team.

Lynn sensed her approach about a minute ago, but she came at just the right time, because Lynn wanted to find out exactly how Freys viewed Celie's assassination plan.

"They were able to sense me."

Freya stopped a few steps away, adjusted her small glasses, and said, "It seems you're more dangerous than the guys around Seria."

"Stop talking about the level of danger all the time, it makes me sound like a wanted criminal."

Lynn shrugged, showing no fear. "What do you want with me? It's not like you're inviting me for tea, is it?"

"It's not impossible."

Freya turned to the side. "Would you like to come to my room and talk?"

"Why not?"

So Lynn followed Freys through the underground passage and arrived at the room of the Magic Special Agents Captain.

The room was simply furnished, with a map of the empire hanging on the wall.

Freys sat down at her desk and pointed to the seat opposite her.

Lynn sat down knowingly and asked immediately, "When did you start targeting me?"

"Do you think I wouldn't keep an eye on the people around Celie? Besides, your behavior is far beyond my control."

"That's true. After all, your magical detection can cover the entire capital, so my whereabouts can't be hidden from you."

"You know quite a lot."

"well enough."

Lynn said, "By the way, you turned a blind eye to the Shadow Warrior's assassination attempt on Seria, and even secretly condoned it. What? Do you also want that archmage to die?"

Freya didn't answer directly. Instead, she took off her small glasses, took out a piece of velvet cloth, and slowly wiped them. "Young man, what do you think is the essence of magic?"

Lynn thought for a moment and answered using the original worldview:

"Magic is a world of imagination."

"That's right, imagination."

Freya put her glasses back on and said to herself, "My wish is for the empire to continue until the day when everyone can use magic at will."

Lynn leaned back in her chair, savoring the words.

The second half of the sentence is what Freya said to the emperor in the original work.

But he still felt that something was wrong.

By cooperating with Seria, the Empire can gain access to cutting-edge magical technology and the support of the Continental Magic Association, which seems like a win-win situation.

If there were benefits, why did Freya turn a blind eye to the assassination attempts by the Shadow Warriors? And even cause Celia's death in the predetermined future?

"In that case, you shouldn't want Celia to die," Lynn said.

Upon hearing this, Freya smiled and said, "Since you are someone I didn't know, I don't mind talking to you a bit more."

Have you heard of the rebellious witch Minus? Before she was killed, everyone thought the Great Mage was invincible.

Kominus was killed by human warriors.

It was Minus's death that made me waver in my belief that I couldn't defeat him and saw a higher limit.

Actually, if you really understood Celia, you should have noticed something by now.

Lynn was even more puzzled and carefully recalled everything about Celia from the original work.

During the assessment, Celie told Viabel, "You've considered fighting me, and this isn't a judgment based on fear," thus allowing Viabel to pass the Level 1 Magician assessment.

...Serlie asked Frilian: Can you imagine what will happen after my death?

...When Celie was combing Zanze's hair, she said that Zanze was a rare talent, but he could not become a truly powerful magician. She also said, "I want to see results beyond my imagination. Perhaps you guys can reach a future that even I cannot reach."

Lynn sorted through this information and found that the word "imagination" covered almost every sentence.

Why did Celia look forlorn when she mentioned that her apprentices couldn't imagine their own deaths?

What is the deeper meaning behind Freya's statement about "using magic at will"? Does it mean that magic cannot be used at will because of anyone?

There's no reason for that. Magic is a world of imagination, and having enough imagination naturally allows one to use magic freely.

Fear, imagination, death, unimaginable consequences, higher limits...

Lynn's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Since there is a higher upper limit, it means that there is currently a limit.

Magic is a world of imagination, and that's where the limitations lie...

imagination!

What limits imagination?

It is cognition.

Seria's power has become a mark, etched into the minds of all magicians.

Therefore, almost no one can imagine magic that surpasses hers, or the scene of defeating her.

Seria's very existence became the "upper limit" of magic in this era, as well as the bottleneck of imagination.

Lynn thought of Ubel.

Yubel's conceptual-level slicing magic was held back by the shadow warrior Iris because she couldn't imagine the scene of slicing through the shield.

Celia herself may have realized this, which is why she craves war and ambitious people.

She felt that only when she died would the lid on her imagination be lifted, and only then would magic truly erupt.

But Lynn thought this speculation was too far-fetched.

This is tantamount to saying that Celia is seeking death, and the Empire is cooperating with her in seeking death.

Lynn couldn't believe his guess because it was so outrageous.

If this speculation is true, then Levi, the commander of the Shadow Warriors, has become a pawn.

"Do you want to get rid of Seria because her existence limits the potential of magicians?"

Lynn asked tentatively.

"We're getting close to the truth."

"Fresh said softly."

"Closer to the truth?"

Lynn was taken aback. "So there really is an even more outrageous reason?"