A Mage Made of Mana | F!Y/N as the Frieren(?) | Frieren x Mashle

[1]Where it starts✨

Second POV

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"Let me ask you this then, what's the comparison between a normal mage-

and one with mana?"

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127 years after Himmel the Hero's passing (and 1 year before the mashle storyline)

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'Huh, seems the world is changing quickly even though not much time has passed...'

"What a hassle" You say as you pull up the hood of your cloak that you has in your travel luggage.

'I'll have to figure out a better disguise later. But for now...'

You had entered a nearby village and after quickly reserving a room at an inn, you go around to get some shopping done. Now heading back towards the inn as you had finished shopping, and had stopped at a stand that was selling sweets.

"I'll take a bag of 6 cream puffs please"

"Coming right up miss"

The vendor soon delivers the bag of sweets to you using magic.

"Thank you" you say as you take the bag and pay

'Odd, everyone in this region seems to use magic and has weird lines on their faces...'

A sudden gust of wind pushes your hood off, revealing your face. Various People stare at your face in shock, you didn't have a mark.

"Oh my gosh, she doesn't have a mark."

"Mom, why doesn't that lady have a line on her face?"

"Hush child, we musn't get involved."

'Welp, there goes my cover I guess...'

Good thing you had concealed your ears out of suspicion that most people in this century thought elves to be extinct.

You stand there for a few seconds zoning out, as the world feels to have just stopped. Soon the authorities come over to detain you hoping it's an easy job. But little do they know.

"Miss, we ask that you come with us."

You blankly just stare into space before realizing what was going on and slowly turn to look at the officers.

Another few seconds pass...

And you make a run for it making it onto the roof of the nearby buildings narrowly escaping the police. You somehow make it back to your inn unscathed and sit in bed reading.

'Glad I got away so I could read this new grimoire I bought.'

Your reading was interrupted by abrupt knock at the door, assuming it was the police again.

'They've found me already?'

You open the door to find a new face, boy with duo-toned hair and two lines on his face.

"Huh, they weren't kidding. You really don't have a mark..." you heard him mumble, "I apologize for the intrusion but I will have to ask that you come with me, I do not mean any harm."

"And why is that?" you ask.

"It appears that you do not have a line marked on your face, I'm sure you should know what that means. All we ask is that for now you come with me for us to detain you for a bit."