In a quaint study bathed in the ethereal glow of candles, the air carried the faint fragrance of ancient tomes. The shelves were lined with leather-bound volumes, a few even bound in chains, and the books seemed to shift in the dark corners of the room. An imposing desk dominated the center of the space, where a girl, who appeared no older than 15 years, reclined on a lavishly upholstered chair.

"The magic that gives statues their sparkle, the enchantment that eases wood of its burrs, the incantation that keeps your lips moist when you're lost… is that right? You've truly gathered them all."

Frieren, the girl with long silver hair tied into pigtails, spoke in a monotone voice, without a hint of excitement. She wore a white and gold dress and jacket, with black leggings and high boots, and she sat at a large desk. A book was open in front of her.

"...Well done."

She sighed and took a sip of her tea. Her face was expressionless, and the candlelight made her look like a doll.

"So you plan to apply position for my guard. Your credentials are impressive. You've been an adventurer for eight years, but your mana is far beyond that of someone who has only worked at the job for that long."