frieren's son fic

Frieren, as she breathed a sigh of relief, sweat fell from her brow as the midwife held before her a baby girl that whined but did not go as far as cry her lungs out. The midwife smiled as she handed Frieren her baby, "congratulations, it's a girl!" the midwife said, as Frieren smiled in return while accepting the baby as she layed on the guest bed of the clinic.

The little baby girl looked back at her with wondrous eyes that were as blue as Himmel's eyes, while her hair had the luster and color of her own. "Himmel really did give me something to remember him for that night…" Frieren softly spoke as she held her baby in her arms, while the baby herself yawned and began to snooze off, earning an amused smile from Frieren.

"I think I'll name her…Teufel." Frieren nodded to herself.

10 years after the demon king was slain

Frieren smiled as she taught her little Teufel magic, the young half elf took to her lessons life a fish living in water. It made her lessons easier to teach, as the young girl even wanted to learn how to fly like she does.

She did make the journey to visit Himmel every few years of course, since Teufel was his daughter as well, and it was really nice to see him smile each time she came to visit him; he even once said Teufel took a lot after her in the behavior department, which she couldn't fault him for.

If anything, Frieren really didn't know how Half elves age and developed their minds, so everything she chalked up with little Teufel, was just an half elf oddity. Easy to advance in mind while staying young, since the little girl still looked like a toddler, but matured in mind like a human, maybe more so.

She wasn't to complain though, little Teufel was always asking to learn new things, and she obliged the young child of hers.

20 years after

In the passing years since she gave birth to the half elf child of hers, Frieren was presented with more interesting topics as she conversed with her child as they traveled the countryside and practiced magic.

Little Teufel, though a toddler she was, but very mature in mind, had begun to deviate in other aspects of conjuring magic. Her half elf child began summarizing that she wanted to add mathematics into the equation of spells.

It was adorable to watch as her little girl muttered about using vectors and algebra to her spells, while using a stick to write numbers into the ground. Sure, she taught the girl some basic math, but she didn't figure little Teufel would advance past her teachings and develop her own math on top of what she was taught.

Perhaps she was now, at the moment witnessing the next Flamel, a new branch of spell magic that integrated math into the mana that is spent and used.

Frerien was pretty sure her teacher was looking down at her from the heavens in amusement, the combination of human and elf in one being, bringing forth a new age of spells…it was a nice thought, to bring a life into the world that would one day shatter the foundation of spells and mages.

Much like how her Teacher laid the groundwork for mages of today.

50 years after

Little Teufel, looking like a child nowadays instead of a toddler, looked back at Himmel, who smiled back at his daughter with an aged face and beard, "You've become short over the years…." Teufel spoke straightly.

As promised, the party gathered to watch the meteor shower from a better vantage point as suggested by Frieren, now however they had a plus one given the circumstances between Frieren and Himmel.

Himmel laughed at his daughter's straightforwardness and attitude, "You sure do indeed take after your mother." He remarked, while Frieren tilted her head in curiosity.

"Well…she's not wrong, humans do seem to lose their height when they age…" Frieren remarked, earning some more laughter from Himmel and Heiter, with a twinkle of amusement in the eyes of Eisen.

Teufel, 10 years after Hero Himmel's passing

Teufel honestly felt it ironic that the name given to her was in germanic origin, even more so with what it translated to; however, she would be remiss to also acknowledge that everyone notable she's met in her third life so far, has had their own names in some germanic word for their name, so she really shouldn't complain.

Currently as of late, She and Mother have been traveling the countryside for a bit, mother said she wanted to visit Heiter some time within the next few years and check up on him; in the meanwhile, the two of them have recently stopped at a small quaint village near a coastline. Right now, Mother was off in one of the stores looking for any manner of oddities, while she herself opted to stick outside a small restaurant that hosted a variety of delightful snacks.

Sitting at a two seat table right outside a bakery, Teufel sat while having to use her knees to sit on for better height to reach the table; curse this body of hers that's been taking forever to reach an acceptable height for her, but what was she to do but weight for her Half Elf body to age forward at a snail's pace.

In front of Teufel was a plate of sliced berry pie, the young elf half had a fork in one hand, and an ink well pen in the other; grumbling a bit herself after finishing a bite of her pie, Teufel looked at her pen. She was fine with using it, but it was a bit annoying to be careful with the ink. She's tried looking for graphite pencils, but the product in question has yet to be created or even researched upon.

The best Teufel was able to get was the current writing tool she had right now; it also did not hurt that her mother taught her a spell to erase written mistakes, so at least there was that.

Place her fork down after finishing her slice of berry pie, the young half half gently pushed aside her place and pulled her note book closer to her so that she could jot more notes down of everything she could comprehend about the spells of this world so far.

Teufel's mother was once the apprentice of Flemme, a great human mage that not only taught her mother how to wield magic, but was also the sole reason that mages today were even able to exist without fear. Flemme was responsible for laying out the groundwork for study on magic, during a time when demons were more prevalent to lay waste on humanity and the late civilisations of her mother's race.

She once asked what her mother thought of the topic of demons, and her simple answer was, 'The only good demon, is a dead demon, simple as that. They do not comprehend love, hate, compassion, they only comprehend strength and power.' were the words of her Mother's opinion on Demons.

And to be fair, in Teufel's mind, that seemed rather…actually, she did not know what to think of her mother's opinion against Demons, cause she has yet to meet one; but if every story she's heard about demon kin from not just her mother, but also tales and books, Demon's themselves were indeed a race of very problematic entities. They never sought peace, only death against other races, and quite often if it suited the demon's taste, the taste of human flesh.

Honestly, Teufel could not refute the racism if an entire race never saught anything but the death of other races; it also did not help matters when the demonkin were once horrendous looking creatures in ancients past, and only now they were mimicking the looks of humans and others for reasons unknown.

Blinking a bit to herself as she gazed down at her notebook, she looked at her notes of Zoltraak; the very spell itself came from understanding how the spell worked after her Mother fought a demon named Qual. She said that the demon himself was still alive but sealed away, something about which she would have to go back and finish him off now that his magic was no longer a threat.

She had asked why her mother did not finish him then, and the simple answer she got back was that his magic was easily able to penetrate her barriers; now after many decade of humans and her deconstructing the magic to learn it better and know how to better counter it, the modified spell itself had become an arsenal amongst mages of the current time.

Teufel began to write a bit into her notebook as she tried to think of the exact numbers and intricacies that went into creating the spell as well as how much mana was needed; so far, she has had to make guess work on measuring her own mana, using such tools of creating her own device that could absorb mana. It was more or less designed like a weight of sorts, the more mana she put in, the higher the small ball went up in its little device container.

She couldn't put too much in, as the device was still sensitive, but she was able to get out of it a baseline for her mana output, and work from there to know the feeling of how much mana she needed to cast Zoltraak.

"Hmm.." Teufel hummed to herself as she mentally calculated how much was needed for the spell, before jotting down a few more notes of her simple illustration of said spell she drew into her notebook.

Nodding to herself, the young Half half finished her notes and shut her book, before placing her stuff into her briefcase her mother got her. It was a nice simple gift her mother got her for her 50th year, just after she went with her mother and her party to watch the falling stars one more time together.

Shutting her briefcase close, Teufel frowned a bit and looked up in thought for a bit; she remembered the funeral of her father, her mother shed quite a few tears, while she had felt some fall from her eyes. The man was a noteworthy man in his own right, she did not expect to feel an emotion for the man himself at his funeral, but she supposed a part of herself did in fact feel sad to see an actual father figure of her's be in his own coffin.

She never got to be there for her original parents, she never got to know her parents of her second life, but having parents again and actually being around both of them, did bring an emotion she long thought was gone.

Teufel smiled a bit, she supposed this new life of hers wasn't so bad.