Fifty Years Later

Fern stared blankly at the mountain, lost in thought, his breathing labored, a heavy feeling settling in his heart, a bad premonition creeping over him.

"Will it take Dugu Qing a long time to defeat the Demon King? I'm so worried about him!"

"He hasn't seen me in a wedding dress yet, nor has he built a pastoral garden with me... And he's said he wants to live a secluded life with me in the forest... That way, even if we don't get married, we'll still be lovers without an official title!"

Fern's eyes gleamed with fear that Dugu Qing would never return, and that she would not even be able to see him one last time.

Witnessing the Demon King's suppression, Serie breathed a sigh of relief, and tranquility and elegance returned to her face.

"Gentlemen, although the Demon King has been suppressed, Dugu Qing still needs to extinguish Demon King last vestige of will. Moreover, there are still Demons around the world, in the oceans and on land, who have not yet been eradicated. If they are given time to cultivate and grow stronger, they will ultimately pose a threat to humanity. Therefore, I am preparing to launch another expedition to eradicate evil completely and eliminate the vast majority of Demons."

Frieren wholeheartedly agreed. In the past, humans were terrifyingly weak, but after thousands of years of development, they finally rose to become the mainstream of the world and the protagonists of heaven and earth.

Who knows if the Demons will also launch a wave in the future?

The best way to deal with this is to eliminate as many Demons as possible.

As for completely annihilating the Demons, that's probably impossible!

After all, the world is so big, who knows where the Demons might be hiding!

"I'll travel the world, and while I'm at it, I'll wipe out the Demons. Fern, what about you!"

Frieren looked at Fern, quietly awaiting her reply.

Fern was thinking of Dugu Qing, her beautiful image filling her mind. She didn't want to leave at all, and spoke weakly.

"Ms. Frieren, I want to stay here and see Dugu Qing first thing after he recovers."

"First?"

Lavina, Ubel, and Ailu looked at Fern, suddenly realizing what was happening, but didn't say anything more.

"So... the person Fern likes is Dugu Qing? Oh my god! What's wrong with my brain?! How come I only realized this now!"

Frieren lowered her eyes, chuckled softly, and seemed to avoid looking directly at Fern, her gaze becoming somewhat evasive.

"Are you guys still going to participate in the upcoming war between humans and demons?"

Serie looked at the members of the Continental Magic Association, her tone calm and patient as she waited.

Warriors and philosophers who have made great contributions to humanity... can become heroic spirits after death, ascend to Aureole, and remain on earth with Aureole.

If she could, Serie would want all her disciples to perform great deeds so that they could enter Aureole after death.

That way, when she's bored, she can enter Aureole and meet and chat with her students.

"I'll participate!" Lavina touched her chest, her courage surging.

"Me too." Kanne hugged Lavina tightly and followed closely behind.

"Me too." Ubel, not wanting to be left behind, also raised his hand.

Serie looked at everyone with satisfaction, and they all agreed to join the new adventure.

Her gaze swept through the crowd, finally settling on Frieren, whose face remained calm, her eyes filled with expectation.

"I like traveling alone, Serie. I will wipe out the Demons all by myself."

Frieren's blue eyes were calm and serene.

"Take care of yourself."

Serie knew that Frieren was powerful, so she patted her on the shoulder and turned to leave.

The members of the Continental Magic Association waved goodbye and left one after another.

A million-strong human army, rising up like dragons, surged forward, pursuing the fleeing demons and slaying countless Demons, seizing countless spoils of war.

The human front continued its northward advance like a tidal wave.

Rulers of various countries mobilized their troops, and one battle after another unfolded, leaving behind a series of magnificent chapters in military history.

The Beacon Fires and Wolf Smoke stretched for thousands of miles.

The Demons army suffered devastating blows one after another, with large numbers of organized legions collapsing and fleeing in panic to the north.

The allied forces of the Central Countries and Southern Countries, seeing that the remaining Demons could not cause any trouble and that supplies were becoming increasingly difficult and expensive, had no intention of continuing their northward advance. They successively broke camp and set off to return home.

The formidable allied forces scattered in a flash.

The allied forces of the Northern Countries, seeking to reclaim the former empire's territory, with differing motives, began vying for power and profit.

For her contributions to humanity through the Light Magic, Kanonie was crowned Empress by Serie and given the right to rule the empire.

The commoners and wanderers who followed Dugu Qing also received rewards, land, power, and wealth.

As the commander of the Royal Guard, Stark was granted the title of Duke Lynn by Kanonie, a position of great prestige that was no longer what it once was.

Sein his effective rescue efforts, was appointed bishop, and took charge of the Imperial Cathedral, achieving great success.

As always, Frieren carried her suitcase, traveling alone northward, slaying Demons and wandering the world.

Only Fern, dressed in purple, stood at the foot of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, yearning day and night, braving wind and rain, waiting for her lover to return.

When history becomes legend, and legend becomes myth.

Those figures from the once magnificent battlefield— Dugu Qing, Frieren, Fern —have been deified, their stories told by wandering poets, recorded by various nations and peoples, and forever remembered by humankind.

The statue of Dugu Qing rose from the ground, towering majestically, and gradually appeared in the center of the human town.

The human world returned to peace, and people continued to live happy lives.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The third year after the death of the great mage, Fern.

The Northern Countries, Auwest, the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

The towering, endless Ten Thousand Great Mountains, which had been trembling for fifty years due to the endless battle between Dugu Qing and the Demon King, finally enjoyed a rare moment of silence today.

Bluebirds in the woods, dragonflies on the grass, butterflies on the flowers, carp in the river, wildflowers on the bank... all bathed in sunlight, the atmosphere is quiet and harmonious.

Suddenly, a rumbling tremor shook the distant Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

The mountain suddenly transformed into a towering, incredibly handsome man, his figure gradually shrinking until he stood in the void.

Dugu Qing stretched and loosened his body, a relaxed smile spreading across his face, which hadn't changed in fifty years.

"Fifty years, fifty years! The Demon King is finally dead. Now, I can finally lie in bed, have a good long sleep, and enjoy a delicious barbecue."

With a flick of his wrist, his figure, clad in pristine white, transformed into a shooting star, swiftly flying towards Auwest.

"Frieren, Fern, I've come. I wonder how you've been all these years! Have you missed me?"

Dugu Qing walked to the city gate and followed the flow of people into the city.

Bathed in peace, Auwest's streets are bustling with traffic and people, a scene of prosperity.

Dugu Qing strolled down the street, took out a gold coin from his Spatial Ring, and recalled the scene from many years ago when he, Frieren, Fern, and Stark were leisurely shopping together.

The adventures of the past, which seemed ordinary at the time, now feel warm and comforting when recalled as time has passed.

I wonder how Frieren, Fern, Stark, and Sein are doing lately.