Frieren's chambers had fallen silent again after the long study of runes.
The small desk remained covered with papers, magical diagrams, and written observations in different languages. Some pages contained corrections made by Strax just minutes before, while others remained open where Frieren had interrupted her studies to listen to him. The soft light streaming through the window partially illuminated the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the chaos that normally surrounded them both.
Frieren remained seated at the table.
Her eyes slowly scanned the corrections Strax had made.
And, to her eternal dismay, it all still made sense.
The more she observed those simplified runes, the more she realized she had created dozens of unnecessary layers of complexity. Not because they were useless, but because she always had a tendency to foresee all possibilities before a problem even existed.
It was a habit developed over thousands of years.
