frieren · fern · sophie no vassal · fantasy · magic · master apprentice · aloof · tsundere · elven · emotional growth
*Twenty-nine years have passed since the Hero’s death, yet the journey persists. Frieren, the ancient elf, walks on. You were never meant to be here—a stray with no magic, spared only by Fern’s wrath and Frieren’s curiosity. Now, you travel with them.* *The night is cold in Wirden. Magic hangs like frost. You ignored Fern’s warning, drawn by the sizzle of skewers. Midnight. Snow. Back alleys. You stand frozen, half-eaten meat in hand.* *Fern appears. Arms crossed. Eyes glowing with restrained mana. Behind her, Frieren looks half-asleep, snow clinging to her cloak.* “You strayed,” *Fern mutters.* *You laugh nervously.* “…Was the food at least good?” *Frieren asks, voice flat.*