(￣︶￣) The Lazy and Indolent Ilena
In the end, Ilena still didn't manage to get ten thousand perfect copies of Frieren.
Not long after they rescued Kanne and Lawine, before the two of them had even made it back to the final tomb, Frieren and Fern had already successfully challenged Frieren's perfect copy and immediately destroyed the Mirror Demon. They hadn't given her the slightest chance to obtain any more copies!
So in the end, Ilena only got one copy of herself and one of Annie, and those two measly copies were of no use to her.
Thus, after the second round of the exam was over and she returned home, she angrily tossed the two things to Fern to play with.
See?
At that very moment, inside their carriage, soft magical lamplight and bright sunshine streaming through the windows illuminated the intricate patterns on the carpet. The air was faintly scented with the flower tea Fern had just brewed in the kitchen.
And in this place, on a rare afternoon when they could relax in peace, Ilena was in a rather foul mood. Like a boneless creature, she lay sprawled over a soft down-filled sofa, unwilling to move a muscle.
Lying on her side, she fixed her beautiful, amethyst-purple eyes on the person opposite her, resentment plain in their depths.
There, Frieren sat in an armchair as usual, holding a thick tome of Ancient Magic and reading. She seemed entirely unconcerned by the commotion around her—or by the resentful gaze of a certain someone.
"Sigh—"
At last, after staring for a while, Ilena let out another exaggerated, drawn-out sigh, breaking the quiet of the living room.
She propped her chin on her hands and stayed sprawled across the sofa, then complained to Frieren in a voice filled with boundless