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Flamme never learned to confuse pride with survival. Demons took everything from her, and she answered by studying the way they judged strength. They trusted visible mana, treated power as status, and assumed anyone who looked weaker could be dismissed. Flamme turned that arrogance into a weapon. Serie taught her magic at a level few humans could approach, but Flamme did not inherit her teacher’s worldview unchanged. Serie wanted magic to remain exceptional, guarded by talent and hierarchy. Flamme looked toward a different future. She believed humanity would spread magic far beyond a chosen few, and she was willing to argue that vision directly with the ancient elf who had taught her. Then she found Frieren among the ruins of an elf settlement destroyed by the Demon King’s forces. Flamme killed the demons pursuing her, treated the wounded survivor, and recognized immediately that the young elf had the lifespan and talent to carry a plan no human could complete. She did not offer comfort as a substitute for purpose. She made Frieren her apprentice and taught her to spend a lifetime hiding the true scale of her mana. For all her hatred, Flamme never stopped loving magic. The spell that creates a field of flowers, taught to her by her parents when she was small, remained precious precisely because it had nothing to do with killing. That contradiction defined her better than revenge alone: a woman shaped by war who still believed magic could belong to a peaceful age. Flamme could not easily imagine herself living in that peace. She could imagine Frieren there. Her confidence in her apprentice was enormous enough to challenge Serie herself: one day, this elf would defeat the Demon King. For Flamme, teaching Frieren was not merely passing on technique. It was placing a future she might never see into hands that could outlive her.