You call this magic?

"( 'ω` ) Also, maybe?"

Fulilian has never been complacent about defeating the Demon King, but has maintained her life as usual. To her, defeating the Demon King is just a stage in her ten-year career in the Brave Squad. She will not stop hating the demons just because the Demon King is dead.

"I'm going to be stronger than that."

Yubel looked at Fulilian seriously: "Become stronger than you, stronger than the hero, and stronger than the demon king."

Fulilian opened her mouth slightly and glanced casually towards the kitchen. Just then, Ethan's back was still busy.

"Kid, if you want to become stronger than Xin Meier, you can't just talk about it. You have to work harder than everyone else, and you also have to rely on a little bit of luck."

Fulilian sighed in her heart. Becoming stronger for the sake of others was a feeling she still couldn't understand, but she was very happy to experience such a feeling.

For her, human emotions are something worth observing and learning.

There was even an expression of interest on her face, and she was looking forward to what kind of life this relationship would eventually give birth to.

For Fulilian, this time, she was in the special seat.

"Then I'm really looking forward to it."

It seemed that her expression was a little too kind, and Yubel, realizing that her provocation was completely useless, puffed up her cheeks in displeasure.

But this unhappiness completely disappeared after the delicious pork was served.

"Try this and see if it tastes good?" Ethan rubbed his hands nervously, staring at Yufei and Yubel nervously.

"You don't care about my opinion, do you?" Fulilian took a bite and looked at Ethan with empty eyes.

"Okay, then what's your evaluation, Master?" Ethan looked at Fulilian nonchalantly.

"It's quite delicious." A subtle smile rarely appeared on Fulilian's face, and she even gave a thumbs up.

"Could you be a little more perfunctory..." Ethan stared back with empty eyes until Fulilian glanced to the side with a guilty conscience.

"But, but it's just as delicious as always..." Flillian whispered while playing with her fingers.

"So delicious!!!" Suddenly, a sharp cry came from the other side, startling the master and disciple who were having a private conversation. They looked up together and saw Yu Fei and Yu Bei'er eating heartily.

Ever since she followed her mother to learn tailoring, Yuffie has put away her tomboyish image and has become more and more like an elegant lady. She presents the image of a gentle and considerate sister to everyone, and even her hairstyle is a little dangerous. Ethan hasn't seen Yuffie eat so carelessly about her image for a long time.

To put it another way, the original sound is lost when the sound is no longer contained, which is almost the same meaning.

Yu Beier had completely recovered her childish spirit and ate with big mouthfuls. Ethan even suspected that the school was abusing her by not giving her food.

In the end, Yufei and Yubel finished the whole table, leaving Ethan and Fulilian with little food to eat. After all, seeing others eat so happily was the highest level of praise for a chef.

Fulilian was simply frightened.

"Eat, I can't eat anymore..." Yufei lay on the sofa, showing a rare satisfied expression. Maybe her warrior instinct was awakened.

"Huh...Huh..." Yu Beier fell asleep right after finishing her meal. She is indeed a child, she falls asleep as soon as she is full.

"You can stay here tonight. There are guest rooms."

It was actually Freelian's new room, but she hadn't had time to throw anything in it yet.

After arranging the two sisters, Ethan began to use magic to wash the dishes.

This was why he liked magic, it was so damn convenient.

However, halfway through his shower, he felt an unsatisfied gaze behind him, burning and itching his back.

"Ethan, I'm hungry." said Fulilian.

"...We're out of ingredients. How about making you some noodles?"

"Okay, I want pork noodles."

"Okay, right away."

Fulilian is not very picky, especially about what Ethan cooks. In the past year, she eats whatever Ethan cooks, and it has become a habit for her.

Soon, a bowl of ordinary pork noodles came out of the pot.

"These noodles are made with the pork stew soup. Eat them while they're hot."

"Hehe, you are worthy of it." Fulilian nodded with satisfaction, staggered to the dining table, and began to eat with an extremely relaxed expression.

"Oh, by the way, have you signed up for the fifth-level magician exam?"

"……what."

Volume 1: The Burial of Flillian (I): Chapter 17: First-Class Magician, Lerunin

The assessment for a fifth-level magician is not as easy as imagined. Since the establishment of the Continental Magic Association, there are only less than six hundred people alive who can obtain the title of fifth-level magician or above.

This is the entire continent, and all the magicians added up to only 600 people. Excluding the hermits who have no interest in certification from the Continental Magic Association, this number seems too small.

It's not just because the magician's talent requirements are extremely high, the death of the Demon King is also one of the triggers. Apart from the area of ​​the northern countries, the number of remaining demons can no longer cause any sense of crisis to the entire continent.

It is an indisputable fact that the number of magicians has sharply decreased compared to a hundred years ago.

However, the association's certification is also a universal pass in the central countries. Sometimes when you encounter trouble, showing the magician level certification can make many things convenient.

Whether it's for money or privilege, it's best to get a certification if you can.

"So, Master, are you a first-level magician now?"

"Uh……"

Fulilian put on her usual evasive expression and shakily took out a partially rusted necklace from her suitcase. It was a wand-shaped pendant.

"I have this, the Holy Staff proves it. Pretty impressive, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh." Ethan was slightly excited. As a magician of the Brave Squad, a mere first-level magician would surely be able to pass the exam easily. "Is this the proof of being a first-level magician? It's really quite cool."

"No." Fulilian turned her face away, "I didn't take the exam."

"Ah?" Ethan's smile froze on his face.

Seeing Ethan's shocked expression, Fulilian smiled, gently extended her slender index finger, and mercilessly poked his forehead. "The Continental Magic Association has only been established for a few decades. I can't just join every magic group that comes out, right?"

indeed.

"Also, when the Demon King died, the Continental Magic Association hadn't even been established yet. Back then, it was other magical organizations that unified the ability standards for magicians. And, don't ask, I just don't know."

Fulilian... No, not just Fulilian, the entire brave team will not actively pursue power and fame, they just keep moving forward towards their goals.

There is absolutely no ambition in them, yet it was such a team that defeated the Demon King.

"Anyway, it's just a fifth-level magician. You should be able to pass the exam easily now, right?" Fulilian's eyes returned to the book in front of her, and she waved her hand at him in disgust. "Go quickly and come back soon."

"Ah."

Three days had passed since the Yubel sisters came to eat for free. Ethan rushed to sign up before the deadline. Although the interval was shorter than the three-year interval of the first-level magician examination, the fifth-level magician examination was also held annually. If he missed it this time, he would have to wait another year. Fulilian didn't think it was a problem, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

If he hadn't become a fifth-level magician, Fulilian would have remained stuck in the royal capital. He wanted to see the world while he was still young, otherwise when he got old, Fulilian would be able to leave but he wouldn't be able to, which would be embarrassing.

……

Royal Capital, Continental Magic Association, waiting room.

Amidst the huge crowd of people taking the test, Ethan looked left and right curiously.

The assessment for a fifth-level magician does not require a magician certification of level nine or above. One only needs to prove that he can use magic to register. However, there are very few people like Ethan who skip the order of levels nine to six and directly take the level five exam. Apart from Ethan, most of them are level six magicians, accounting for almost more than 50%, and the rest are from level seven to nine.

It was the first time for him to see so many magicians. There were many who looked like the protagonist. They were all dressed in strange clothes and had arrogant expressions, which really fit his stereotype of the "XX assessment".

Among them, Ethan was probably the only one dressed relatively simply.

Just when he was trying to find out if there were any pretty girls, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, just like the classroom with the head teacher standing at the door.

An old man wearing the Magic Association's standard shawl walked in slowly.

"Fuck, is this true?"

"Wow, it's Lerunin, a first-level magician!"

The crowd couldn't help but whisper among themselves, with more than 90% of them expressing shock.

"No, did I go to the wrong place and end up at the first-level magician's assessment site?"

"Wake up, the first-level magician exam is the year after next. You're not in the wrong place...but it's Master Lerunin who's in the wrong place?"

Ethan didn't know the first-level magician, but from the shocked, surprised and admiring voices of the candidates next to him, he knew that this first-level magician was probably a big shot who had maxed out his strength and reputation.

"Everyone, the next step will be the selection exam for fifth-level magicians."

Soon, the old man's steady voice spread throughout the entire hall, causing the candidates who were still guessing just now to become serious.

The identity of the examiner is never announced in advance, and each first-level magician's examiner has a different assessment method. Candidates usually only know it on the day of the exam. As for Lelunin's assessment method, it is impossible for low-level magicians like them to know it.

Because a first-level magician has never been responsible for such a low-level assessment as level five.

"Then I will announce the exam contents." Lelunin's eyes slowly glanced at the examinees, seemingly lingering on Ethan for a moment. Ethan didn't even notice his gaze at that moment. "There are a total of 144 examinees. From now on, each examinee will be assigned a number plate."

"Each number plate corresponds to a golem I created, equivalent to a fifth-level magician," Lerunin announced expressionlessly. "Defeat the golem within five minutes to pass the exam. However, this method of play is a bit too boring, so I've included a golem with the strength of a third-level magician."

Suddenly, some magicians began to howl in pain.

These are the types who are not good at fighting, or whose fighting style is restrained by the golem, but the magician test is so unreasonable. After all, in a real battle, no enemy will give up restraining your fighting style.

Almost as soon as the test questions are announced, these magicians can give up.

Not to mention if they draw a level three golem, are they prepared to die immediately?

Ethan didn't care. There were no restrictions on his fighting style. If he really couldn't do it, he could still fight in hand-to-hand combat.

The examination location is outside the royal capital. Everyone must receive a bottle containing a golem from the staff and then enter a 100-meter square open space in the forest. It is divided into five areas, which can accommodate up to five people to take the exam at the same time.

Ethan's number was one hundred and forty-four, the perfect last one.

Although there must be someone with this number, why would it be me?

Even if someone gives up, he will still be the last one!

Fortunately, we don’t take the exam one by one. According to the rules, the exam process for everyone can be completed in about two hours.

He had no choice but to find a rock at the edge of the forest, sit down and start meditating, but in the eyes of others, this was just daydreaming.

Volume 1: The Burial of Fulilian (I): Chapter 18: This Old Man Did It On Purpose

"Young man, are you interested in chatting with the old man?"

When Ethan heard this, he pretended not to hear it. After all, meditation could increase the speed at which he became stronger, and he didn't want to waste time.

But as soon as the other person finished speaking, he felt that his meditation state had come out of control, and he looked at the old man who appeared beside him with a confused look on his face.

He had just met this person, the one standing on the stage and announcing the start of the exam.

A first-level magician, Lerunin. On the way here, Ethan found out from chatting with others that this magician seemed to have been there when the Continental Magic Association was founded. He was one of the first disciples of the great magician Celiai and his strength was unfathomable.

"You are... Lord Lelunin?"

"You're Ethan, right?" Lelunin said with a smile. "I've wanted to come and say hello to you for a long time, but I've been so busy that I never had the chance."

"Don't joke with me, how could I have the courage to do that..." Ethan sensed something bad from this line. Usually, if this was the beginning, the follow-up would probably be to make him do something troublesome.

He doesn't have time to help the Continental Magic Association, he's also thinking about traveling around the continent.

"We also know about your contact with that man." Lelunin's smile did not change at all, but the content of his smile made Ethan freeze in place.

Levi... This person has always left an impression on Ethan, because he actually wanted to kill Fulilian. What a joke! She is my mentor who taught me so much magic. If anyone dares to touch her, I will send you to hell.

However, if Lelunin knew about it, it meant that the Continental Magic Association also knew about it... How did they know? Could it be that someone had been monitoring the entire city the entire time?

Lerunin knew immediately that Ethan was up to something and quickly said, "If you're curious about the source of our information, I can tell you... It's from Lady Fulilian. She came to the Continental Magic Association in person."

Ethan's expression froze.

Fulilian once said that she and Celia did not get along, so the Continental Magic Association always treated her as a jinx. Only when Celia was not around could she get close to the Magic Association's related industries.

After all, she only had a minor conflict with Celiai, and the Continental Magic Association had no grudge against her.

But even so, Fulilian would not get close to the Continental Magic Association unless it was necessary, but she actually went to the association specifically for her own business.

"We understand your stance, and I can assure you that we are your allies." Lelunin sighed. "The Empire has been diligently infiltrating the Central Kingdom in recent years, but the capital only has a small branch. Their real targets are the larger branches in the Magic City and the Holy City, where their headquarters are located. Following Fulilian's report, we've expelled most of the Imperial spies from the capital."

No wonder he hadn't seen anyone from the Empire in the past year. It seemed that Fulilian had asked someone to take care of the matter.

However, Fulilian didn't mention it to him.

"So, what is your purpose in chatting with me?" Ethan got straight to the point.