Not Enough Room for So Many People

Dugu Qing and Fern exchanged a glance, then looked at Frieren in unison.

Frieren possesses immense magical power and formidable combat strength.

However, because the organization that manages magicians changes frequently, sometimes every few decades, Frieren is too lazy to communicate with people and is still an unlicensed dark magician at this time...

The two of them finally managed to persuade Frieren, but she stormed off.

Without Frieren's magic exam, it's like a barbecue without chili peppers—bland, tasteless, and utterly uninteresting.

With Frieren's magic exam, it transforms into a blissful spring outing—tranquil, serene, and unforgettable...

Upon hearing this, Frieren glanced at Dugu Qing, deliberately keeping a cold expression, and turned to leave.

"Dugu Qing, I'm entrusting this to you. During the exam, make sure to protect Fern."

In Fern's heart, Frieren was an indispensable pillar, an extremely important figure.

She rushed forward, took Frieren's hands in hers, and prayed fervently.

"Ms. Frieren, without you, my heart feels empty. Please don't leave."

Frieren looked up in surprise and stopped in her tracks. Was she really that important to Fern?

It seems that although Fern has grown up physically, she still sees herself as a mother figure in her heart!

He's such a child who never grew up.

"Without a certificate, I'm not qualified to register!"

Frieren lowered her head, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her blue eyes.

"Frieren, didn't you show us your Holy Staff Certificate before? Take it out; it should prove your identity!"

Dugu Qing recalled the document that Frieren had accidentally seen a few months ago while sorting through old things.

Frieren suspiciously summoned the Holy Staff Certificate and looked at Katherine.

"Would this be okay?"

Katherine, being merely a receptionist, had no authority to make decisions and turned her inquiring gaze to Laiern beside her.

This person is Serie's disciple, with white hair and beard, and is currently one of the strongest human mages.

His status within the Continental Magic Association was second only to the emperor, and above all others.

Laiern turned around and looked at the dark, slightly rusty Holy Staff Certificate; his expression instantly turned serious.

He examined the Holy Staff Certificate, then stared at Frieren for a moment before suddenly realizing what it meant.

Finally, information related to Frieren was retrieved from a massive amount of memories.

Flamme, a disciple of Flame, the grand-disciple of the Mage of God Serie, a superhero who slayed the Demon King, a great magician recorded in the history books of various countries, a beautiful girl of a thousand years... the Frieren the Slayer.

I recall Frieren's impressive string of titles.

Laiern couldn't help but think to herself, "If Frieren were to recite this whole list of titles herself, that would be truly terrifying!"

(Katherine: "I'm sorry, there's not enough room for all of us.")

He stepped forward, took the Holy Staff Certificate, and confirmed Frieren's identity once again, agreeing to let her participate in the Level One Magic Test.

"The teacher will soon run into old friends; I'm sure she'll be very happy!"

Dugu Qing and Fern strode forward, took out their identification documents, and registered.

"I, Dugu Qing, Third-Class Mage, am applying for admission."

"I, Fern, Third-Class Mage, am applying to take the First-Class Mage Exam."

When Laiern heard the name Dugu Qing, his body trembled, then trembled again, as he recalled a rumor that had been circulating among mages recently.

"The Hero's Sword has been drawn! I heard its owner is named Dugu Qing!"

"Really? That sword being drawn signifies a calamity that will destroy the world, and it's brewing!"

"It's probably fake! Even Himmel, who defeated the Demon King, couldn't draw the Hero's Sword. How could an ordinary person possibly draw the Sacred Sword? It must be a scam."

"The news spread from who-knows-where, and some people actually believed it. They're really desperate for fame."

"That's right. Although the remnants of the Demon King's faction are causing trouble in the world today, they are not a cause for concern. The story of drawing the Hero's Sword must be a hoax."

Thinking of the recent rumors circulating in the upper echelons of Auwest, Laiern took a second look at Dugu Qing and memorized his appearance.

After registering, the group walked out of the registration area.

Stark sighed, scratching his head. "Frieren truly lives up to her reputation as an old mage! Even her treasured items, though antiques, are quite astonishing!"

Frieren gathered her soft white hair and suddenly felt that learning a magic spell that could make people forget their age was a very necessary thing.

"Don't mention the word 'old' in front of Ms. Frieren anymore."

Fern covered her mouth and whispered to Dugu Qing.

Dugu Qing nodded knowingly.

He said Frieren was old, but it was just a casual remark. In fact, for elves, a thousand years is really not even out of infancy, and is a far cry from being considered old!

Everyone returned to the hotel and went to their respective bedrooms.

Stark, full of energy, continued shopping and chatted with the old man he had just met.

Fern was preparing intensely for the exam, practicing combat skills in the morning and Meditation in the afternoon; her days were extremely busy.

Frieren and Dugu Qing, on the other hand, had it much easier.

They possess powerful magic, making exams effortless and stress-free.

My daily routine of visiting bookstores, taking walks, and sunbathing remains unchanged... I'm completely unaffected.

One month later, at the Moonlight Hotel.

Dugu Qing hadn't seen Fern for a long time. Even when they did meet occasionally, Fei Lun would be busy with her book and rarely spoke.

He couldn't help but worry about Fern, fearing that she would be overwhelmed by the immense pressure.

"Knock knock~"

After knocking on the door, Dugu Qing sat down on the sofa.

Fern sat in a chair, leaning over the desk, meticulously studying the Grimoire.

"Fern, if you keep working like this, you'll ruin your brain. Why don't you come with me for a hike in the mountains outside the city?"

Fern's slender, jade-like fingers, resting on the paper, trembled slightly.

Are you... concerned about me?

Dugu Qing nodded slightly.

Fern looked at Dugu Qing, the Grimoire in her hand, and the upcoming exam suddenly seemed insignificant. She put down the Grimoire and went into the bathroom.

She bathed, changed clothes, and dressed up before coming out again.

"It's been a long time since we went out, let's go!"

Auwest, at the city gate.

Dugu Qing raised his eyes and gazed at the mountains to the east, summoning the Clear Radiance Sword.

Fern skillfully leaped onto his flying sword, with Dugu Qing standing in front, and they flew together on their swords.

Ten minutes later, the flying sword came to a steady stop at the foot of the mountain.

Dugu Qing raised her eyes and looked at the mountain peak.

Maple trees cover the mountains and fields, layer upon layer.

The golden-red, fully ripe maple leaves, like soft cotton wool, were blown by the wind and piled up along the roadside, stretching endlessly and captivating the eye.

A warm breeze blew by, and the fluffy, golden maple leaves rustled and danced with the wind and sky.

"What a nice view."

Fern danced with long hair, arms outstretched, feeling the beauty of nature. His tense soul was cleansed, and he finally calmed down.

She laughed calmly, her voice as melodious as silver bells.