Fern was getting a little flustered.
Time slipped by quietly. Only half a month remained before the important First-Class Mage exam in the magical city of Äußerst.
And, accordingly, the registration period had entered its final fifteen-day countdown.
Over the past half month, Frieren and Fern had conducted a series of rigorous training sessions in the living room of the magic carriage.
Of course, Frieren had mainly been training Fern.
From the most basic control of mana and principles of magic to the weaknesses of the various known monsters and demons across the continent, and how to deal with them; from quick incantations and precise casting of common spells to analyzing the basic structure of obscure and even nearly lost Ancient Magic; from the safest defensive casting postures to how to engage in intense magical combat and counterattack under pressure...
In short, anything Frieren thought might appear in the exam, or that she felt could genuinely improve Fern's combat ability and knowledge, went on her training list.
However, in Frieren's words, these half a month of intensive study were only preliminary training.
Apparently, she had already planned to use an unconventional method during the final fifteen days: borrowing a certain bear's arena, nicknamed the "dog bowl," to put Fern through the harshest combat simulation training.
That's right, actual combat—the kind where getting killed, injured, or crippled didn't matter!
When the time came, Fern would have to face projections of all kinds of powerful opponents and bizarre monsters Frieren had encountered over her thousand-year life and travels. Frieren wouldn't hesitate, even if Fern had to go through hundreds or thousands of "deaths" and "being eaten" to do it.
The only good news was that those plans, which made Fern's scalp crawl just hearing about them, were still only on paper for