Walking amongst the plain grasslands, mountains and forest, Frieren the mage wandered aimlessly, collecting strange spells and killing demons along the way. She had seen a great deal of the world, lived a long life for human standards yet it was still not enough to discover everything this world has to offer.

On a sunny day, Frieren had decided to depart from her current stay, a small remote village in the Central Continent. Looking up to the sky, the mage held her hand over her eyes to escape the blinding lights and see further ahead.

Seems like good weather ahead.

She exclaimed to herself. Soon enough, she arrived in the forest. The sunset has long set and it was time for a rest. Wandering around to find some useful wood for a campfire, she encountered a strange sight.

On a lone clearing where the full moon lightened the place full of flowers, a single figure sat amidst this beautiful scene. However, that figure was anything but beautiful. By the two horns sprouting from their head it was clear they were a demon. A demon to be eliminated in Frieren's eyes. No demon deserved mercy or sympathy.