Frieren Passes the Exam

Frieren recalled the ideological conflict she discussed with Serie a thousand years ago, and guessed that she might fail this test.

To give Dugu Qing and Fern Lun a heads-up,

"Serie might not be planning to let us through!"

Fern looked at Frieren with curiosity, "Do you know her?"

"I know her. She's probably going to choose someone based on her intuition! But Serie's intuition has always been right. In fact, I haven't reached the level of a mage she expects yet."

Dugu Qing patted Frieren on the shoulder, seemingly unconcerned and taking it all in stride.

"We've done our best. Even if it doesn't pass, we can hire a mage; nobody's short of money anyway."

Frieren, Fern nodded gently.

The staff invited all the participants to the lounge outside the Flower Hall.

Denken, Laufen, Dugu Qing, Fern, Frieren... Everyone sat on the sofa waiting for the staff to give them instructions.

Whoever is called goes in for an interview.

Flower Hall, the air was fresh, the colors pleasing, and the flowers in all their vibrant hues were in full bloom.

Serie, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a gentle demeanor, squatted on the ground, admiring the crimson flowers before her.

Kanne was the first to enter the hall, feeling the depletion of magic within him, and cautiously approached Serie.

Serie immediately gave it a failing grade.

Kanne was unwilling to accept this and asked for the reason.

Serie silently complained to herself about Frieren, who had added so much extra work for her, admitting it.

"You still fear my magic because you know your own limitations. You probably can't even imagine yourself as Level One Mage, can you? In the world of magic, the unimaginable cannot be achieved. This is the most basic principle. Go back!"

One by one, the mages who had barely managed to pass through thanks to Frieren, but whose strength was insufficient, appeared and entered the Flower Hall.

Serie gave all of them unsatisfactory ratings.

With the endorsement of the Mage of God, none of the eliminated individuals complained.

Lavina, Laufen, Ailu... were all eliminated.

It was Frieren's turn.

Serie evaluated Frieren in the same way she evaluated the previous people.

"Frieren, you can't even imagine yourself becoming Level One Mage, can you? But your reasoning is different from the other candidates; you don't think I'll let you pass."

Frieren was surprised that Serie's tone hadn't changed at all after a thousand years, and replied in agreement.

"That's true!"

Serie slowly rose and glanced at Frieren.

"I'll give you a chance. Tell me about the magic you like!"

A thousand years ago, Serie possessed infinitely powerful magic, and she promised Frieren that she could obtain any magic she desired.

Frieren's answer saddened Serie.

Even now, Frieren still possesses the courage to not be disliked and says without hesitation,

"The magic that conjures a flower field."

Serie was filled with awe. Flamme's magic! I love it too!

But little sister, isn't it a bit disrespectful to say you like everyday magic in front of me, someone as powerful as me, renowned throughout the world for my offensive magic?

Don't I have any pride?!

"Unacceptable."

The harsh words interrupted Frieren's Level One Mage assessment.

A hint of sadness flashed in Frieren's eyes, as if all her efforts had been negated, yet she remained composed, neither elated by gain nor saddened by loss, and turned away calmly.

"Are you going to let someone fool you without even trying to argue back?"

Frieren left so easily; Serie had been holding back words for a thousand years, finally had to speak them out.

Frieren was elegant and her steps never faltered.

Serie's languid, nonchalant face broke into a mocking smile, and she increased her output.

"You, a sorcerer, actually defeated the Demon King? Truly..."

Upon hearing this, Frieren finally stopped in her tracks.

"It wasn't just me who defeated him. Himmel, Eisen, Heiter, and me— the Demon King couldn't have been defeated without any one of them."

"You met a great group of friends! You're so lucky!"

Frieren smiled and admitted, "Yes! I'm very lucky. Although it was by chance, what led me to meet Himmel and the others was precisely the boring magic my teacher taught me~"

Serie stared blankly at the white flowers on the ground, never expecting that Flamme was involved.

Worried that Dugu Qing and Fern would be implicated because of her, Frieren couldn't help but speak up for them.

"And then, Serie, I guess you're also planning to disqualify Dugu Qing and Fern, but you probably can't, because they'll be beyond your imagination."

She then walked out the door, her face stern, and told Dugu Qing, somewhat aggrieved, that she had been eliminated.

Dugu Qing was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why Frieren couldn't pass the test.

When the staff called out Dugu Qing's name, he walked into the Flower Hall.

Her slender figure, snow-white long hair, flawless features, and elegant, pure aura made her seem like an angel descended from heaven.

One glance is enough to captivate the soul.

Serie's eyes lit up, and she lifted her leg to step forward.

Suddenly, it dawned on her: this was an exam, and the other person was Frieren's student.

As the teacher of the other person's teacher's teacher! The grandmaster! One must be composed, elegant, calm, and confident, and remain completely still!

Her lips twitched, suppressing her admiration, and she reluctantly looked away.

"So you're Dugu Qing? Frieren's student? The hero who drew the Hero's Sword? She's lucky! She always seems to encounter exceptional people."

Dugu Qing suppressed his inner resentment and smiled gently.

"Frieren is an important person to me, both a teacher and a friend. She is powerful and gentle. She taught me a lot of magic. In my heart, she is a hundred times, a thousand times more valuable than the empty title of Level One Mage."

Serie was shocked! Young man, do you even know what you're saying?! Otherwise, this lady might cruelly eliminate you!

"It is precisely because of such an outstanding Frieren that she failed even the third test. I was furious when I learned of this. What good is fame and renown if a magical organization loses its most basic sense of justice?"

Dugu Qing looked calmly at Serie.

Serie pursed her lips slightly. Was she being accused?

This guy, actually willing to say such harsh things for Frieren?

In an instant, Serie's golden eyes rippled with emotion, a pang of envy Frieren in her heart.

"Therefore, I will not allow an unjust institution to recognize me; I withdraw from this test."

Dugu Qing turned away without looking back.

Serie clenched her fist. "Young man, do you even know what you've given up?!"

I am the encyclopedia of magic, invincible in battle, unparalleled throughout history, and the magician closest to the Goddess of Creation!

Only I, and only I, can offer you even the slightest help in the face of the impending catastrophe. Don't you even care about that?

Dugu Qing moved like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the entrance of the Flower Hall.

"Fine, let's just say Frieren passed the test."

To persuade Dugu Qing to stay, Serie surprisingly softened her words for once.

In fact, given Serie's personality, she wouldn't have been so forceful if Frieren had just said a few kind words.

If you agree to Dugu Qing's request, then you agree to Dugu Qing's request!

What followed was an even more important conversation between the two!