"A memoir of a deceased husband, huh. But speaking of which, could I get Frieren to teach me magic? I should be able to trade these weird magic scrolls I have on hand for it, right?"
Frieren, the undisputed protagonist of this world, was a white-haired, twin-tailed elf who had lived for over a thousand years. Her hobby was collecting all sorts of grimoires, and she was an incredibly powerful mage.
In terms of sheer strength, she was probably on par with Medea from the Age of Gods at full mana. But in terms of combat experience, Frieren was obviously superior.
There were spellbooks in the magic mods, with a very casual name like *Compendium of Magical Knowledge*. Its contents recorded the usage methods and crafting recipes for the mod.
That was how it appeared in Zenith's hands, but when anyone else opened the book, what they saw was genuine knowledge—the secrets of mystery.
To be honest, even if Zenith were given these things to read, he wouldn't understand them anyway, but he just wouldn't give up.
Although he could cast magecraft or magic with a single thought, without mana construction, incantations, or mental guidance, using magic like this was way too boring. It wasn't magical at all.
Unlike the JoJo and Fate universes, the world of *Frieren* was a magical world with a long history, and the original plot spanned nearly a thousand years from beginning to end.
Zenith felt that he definitely wouldn't be able to stay in a place like that for so long. Fortunately, unlike the elves of this world, he wouldn't be trapped in one small world despite being a long-lived species.
Being able to travel across various worlds was truly wonderful.
After leaving behind a few Enchanted Golden Apples in the manor and leaving a message explaining their effects, Zenith entrusted the SPW personnel to look after them.
These were to be given to Shirou Emiya and the others. Zenith had never experienced the passing of an old friend, and he had absolutely no desire to experience it.
Since a happy ending could be achieved, he naturally had to maintain that perfect ending. This was the capriciousness of a blockman.
The portal to Frieren's world was constructed from a mixture of Lapis Lazuli and Gold blocks.
When it came to Minecraft blocks, Zenith was somewhat worried that there wouldn't be enough block types to build portals in the future, but that was still a long way off.
"It's the aura of a magical world."
Zenith could feel the active mana in the air. It was a sensation impossible to experience in the modern world; perhaps only the mana density of the Age of Gods in the Fate universe could compare to it.
"The primary goal is to determine the time period." He hadn't had this problem in other worlds, but this place was different. Zenith had no idea which era he had arrived in.
It was too primitive. A medieval world had no standard highways for cars to drive on, nor airports for planes to take off and land. Given that the flight speed of the flight amulet was despairingly slow, Zenith once again chose to ride a horse.
"It's been a long time since I rode a horse. I actually kind of miss it."
A pure white, max-speed horse covered in gorgeous Diamond Horse Armor, running faster than a car. Aside from looking completely blocky, it had no flaws whatsoever.
Galloping through the wilderness and forests, Zenith felt as if he had returned to the mood he had when he first arrived in the Minecraft world. Nothing but trees upon trees, scenery upon scenery—it made one feel lonely.
*If only Saber, Goldie, and Jotaro were here too,* he thought. *Unfortunately, they all have their own things they want to do. It seems I'm the only one who can leisurely travel around.*
Following Zenith's perception of the world, the mod unlocks finally arrived, albeit belatedly.
"Unsurprisingly, they're all magic-type mods. In that case, I can totally win Frieren over just with the spellbooks inside."
Zenith held a thirst for knowledge. It was absolutely not because he was interested in a certain twin-tailed, white-haired elf loli. Who would be interested in a female elf over a thousand years old?
Not to mention, Frieren and the hero Himmel were the chosen couple. Even though Himmel only occupied one percent of Frieren's life before leaving her a widow, that wasn't important.
He found a town. After galloping through the wilderness for over ten days, Zenith finally found a town. He had to admit, it truly lived up to being the Middle Ages. Over in the Fate universe, by the ten-day mark, he had already started treating Shirou Emiya like his own nephew.
"Look, it's a square horse! Is it a monster?"
"The person riding it is dressed so weirdly."
People always held curiosity and vigilance toward unfamiliar things, but when they noticed the priceless horse armor draped over the strange white horse, they quickly tucked away any ulterior motives.
No matter how strange he was, anyone with such wealth had to be a noble, and nobles stood above commoners and authority. That was the Middle Ages.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Wearing armor is the norm in this kind of world, completely opposite to the modern world."
Netherite Armor, radiating a purple enchanted glow, materialized on him as Zenith led his horse into the town.
Just as others looked at him, he also found looking at this place incredibly fascinating, as if he had walked into a movie.
Dressed in armor, Zenith looked like an ordinary adventurer—well, a wealthy adventurer! And naturally, an adventurer's first stop upon entering a town was the tavern.
"Ale, bread, and potato stew!"
This was all Zenith could think of when it came to a fantasy world. Although he acted like a complete rookie, his set of expensive enchanted armor still attracted other adventurers to strike up a conversation.
"You look pretty strong. Our party is currently lacking a decent warrior. Interested?"
A middle-aged man with short red hair walked over and sat down beside Zenith. Without any vulgar teasing or sarcasm, he spoke quite sincerely, "I'm Claire. I specialize in curse magic."
He turned sideways and pointed to two people sitting at another table. One was a curly-haired, unsmiling blonde priest, and the other was a warrior with her hair tied up in a high ponytail.
"Those two are my teammates, the priest Tolkien and the warrior Mia. Rather than fighting defensively on the front lines, Mia is better at charging in, so we want to find a warrior teammate who excels at defense."
*So why don't you just say you lack a meat shield?* Zenith thought. *My set of Netherite Armor does look pretty tanky, but its resistance against magic probably isn't that high.*
This was a world where magic was the mainstream, after all. Even the protagonist was a mage.
However, Zenith sized up the group. They didn't have familiar faces or names, nor had they ever appeared in the plot he knew so well. They were absolute background characters.
But this kind of experience was a first for him. He had never adventured with fringe characters before, and he had no idea what kind of enemies they would face or what kind of story they would experience next.
Zenith's interest was piqued. "Sure, I happen to have a lot of free time right now... By the way, has the Demon King been defeated yet?"
"Hah, looks like you really are a rookie!" Claire threw an arm around Zenith's shoulder with familiar ease. "Are you kidding? How could anyone possibly defeat a guy like the Demon King? The world is in total chaos these days!"
*So Frieren hasn't met the hero yet, and the memoir of her deceased husband hasn't even begun?* The timeline was a bit early, but in a way, it seemed even more suitable for him to seek out Frieren to learn magic.
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