Mistveil Hall

Half an hour later, a series of strong footsteps sounded outside the door.

Fa'erxiu, dressed in a suit, extended a warm invitation.

"Ladies, Lady Serie has arrived in the Imperial Capital and is currently resting at the Mistveil Hall. Please proceed to the Mistveil Hall to meet her."

The group followed Fa'erxiu down the stairs and boarded three luxurious carriages, heading towards the Mistveil Hall.

Inside the carriage, the decor was lavish, with dark blue patterns and lifelike statues of gods engraved on the walls, seemingly telling a magnificent mythological story.

Stark sat inside the carriage, mouth slightly agape, completely absorbed in the sight.

"Wow! Serie truly lives up to her title as a great mage! Her generosity is astounding. Look at this carpet, these walls, these patterns! She's incredibly wealthy!"

Stark's exaggerated movements successfully attracted everyone's attention.

Fern slammed his fist on the carpet, exasperated.

"Mind your image, Stark. We're all people of status!"

Dugu Qing held the Grimoire, her demeanor quiet and refined.

"That's right, we represent the Continental Magic Association now, so let's keep quiet!"

Stark nodded sadly, shifted his posture, and pretended to look out the window.

A moment later, three carriages passed through the clean and tidy jade steps and entered the Mistveil Hall, stopping in front of the brightly lit main building.

Frieren, Dugu Qing, Fern, Stark, Sein, Ubel, Lanto, Jian Ze, Fa'erxiu stepped down from the carriage one after another.

Fa'erxiu faithfully played the role of steward, arranging everyone's accommodations.

Dugu Qing, Fern, Frieren all have rooms on the second floor.

The three waved goodbye to everyone and went to their respective rooms, where they slept soundly through the night.

The next day, early morning.

Dugu Qing got up early, strolled around the garden, and returned to the hall.

Inside the hall, Ubel, Frieren, Fern, Stark, Sein, and others were already up.

Dugu Qing's face was rosy, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"Frieren, I didn't expect you to be up so early, that's rare!"

"It's all for Serie!"

Frieren raised her eyes slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in them.

To reward Frieren, Fern Stark respectfully placed milk and bread in front of her, which served as both a massage and a leg rub.

Frieren closed her eyes, enjoying herself.

Seeing this strange yet heartwarming scene, everyone stopped talking.

"This is so unlike you, Frieren! You're up so early."

Serie, with her waist-length blonde hair and a moon-white coat, strode into the hall with her snow-white legs.

"I was just doing it to complete the mission," Frieren sighed weakly. "Besides, they didn't even mention the reward when they issued the mission!"

These words immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Yeah! When they recruited us, they only said there was a mission, but they didn't mention what the reward would be!"

"It has to be Frieren! I almost forgot the most important thing."

The crowd whispered among themselves, looking expectantly at the petite and adorable Serie.

Serie frowned slightly. Ever since she founded the Magic Association, humans had always asked her for all sorts of rewards. She possessed countless powerful offensive spells, so giving them away was just that—giving them away...

But over the years, she had given almost all of her most prized magic to her students, and those students either died or were crippled. In just a few decades, they had depleted much of the magic she had accumulated over countless years.

Now, besides the rather useless skill of predicting dreams, what other skills does she have that she can be proud of?

The junior master lowered his head in embarrassment, mentally calculating the remaining skills.

Dugu Qing looked at Serie and asked for a reward.

"In the Imperial Capital, we saw a male version of Flamme's statue, which was very ugly. Serie, if we complete the mission, could you please help us restore all the statues to their original appearance?"

Upon hearing this, Serie's eyes lit up. Flamme's statue! She had wanted to change it for a long time, but she had no reason to, so she hadn't.

Now, when someone makes a request, she immediately agrees without hesitation.

"Leave this to me! Whether I coerce the royal family or take matters into my own hands, I have a hundred ways to restore Flamme to her original form."

Seeing that everyone had finished their discussion, Fa'erxiu came forward with a female mage to take everyone's measurements and make evening gowns.

"Evening dresses? So, are we going to the ball too?"

Fern blushed slightly, cupped her face in her hands, and looked forward to the upcoming ball even more.

"Yes, walking in through the main gate is perfectly acceptable, as it allows us to perform our guard duties. Of course, Miss Fern, just don't just focus on dancing."

Fa'erxiu kept a straight face, but then cracked a joke.

The female mage took out a ruler, looked at everyone, her eyes like still water.

"So, who wants to go first for the custom-made dress?"

Dugu Qing put down her teacup, wiped her mouth, and walked towards the dressmaker.

The female mage's eyes lit up when she saw Dugu Qing, and her outstretched hand moved even more gently.

"Young man, what kind of dress do you want?"

Dugu Qing recalled the white bodysuit she had worn before, which could both accentuate her figure and flatter her curves, so she directly stated the style she wanted.

The dressmaker nodded slightly, noted down his requirements, and stepped forward to carefully measure his height and waist circumference.

A moment later, the master tailor noted down everyone's measurements and clothing preferences, then turned and left. Entering the tailoring room, he used magic to create three gowns for each person, each perfectly fitting their requirements.

Ubel and Lanto had some friction with the Imperial Mage Corps while investigating the mission, so they couldn't attend the ball and could only keep their dresses as treasures.

Jian Ze and Fern received the dresses, returned to their room, and helped each other put them on.

Use a belt to cinch in your waist and accentuate your figure.

Frieren, dressed in a gown, her hair disheveled, called out Fern's name.

"Fern, help me comb my hair."

Fern was slumped over the table, having his belt tightened by Jian Ze; his eyes flashed coldly.

Don't you see that now is the wrong time?

Frieren lowered her head dejectedly. "Your eyes are terrifying."

Serie sat on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, and smiled teasingly.

"How embarrassing! Frieren, you can't even comb your hair properly without your disciple's help!"

Frieren moved her legs and sat on the sofa.

"We're both equally bad!"

The two exchanged a glance, and a sudden, unprecedented understanding appeared in their eyes. They smiled awkwardly.

The estrangement that arises out of nowhere disappears just as inexplicably.

Inside the hall, Dugu Qing, dressed in a white bodysuit with gold trim, short tassels hanging from her shoulders, a gold belt around her waist, and white high boots, walked out with a heroic and dignified air.

"So handsome! A handsome guy is handsome no matter how he dresses up!" Ubel looked at the exquisitely beautiful Dugu Qing, and the melancholy in his eyes deepened. "It's such a pity I can't attend the ball."