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Continental Magic Association.
Northern Branch.
Assembly Hall.
"Starting now..." "we will be holding the First-Class Mage Selection Test."
A man wearing a blue uniform stood on the podium.
Solemnly announcing the rules and content of the First-Class Mage Selection Test.
Frieren and Fern.
The two of them stood quietly together in a corner of the hall.
Listening to the rules the man spoke.
Something about squad combat.
Three people per group.
As rule after rule came out of the man's mouth.
Frieren couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Mistress Frieren..." "Are you uncomfortable?"
Fern naturally noticed this scene.
She immediately leaned close to Frieren's body with concern and asked.
"No."
Frieren gently shook her head.
She explained.
"It's just that these rules make me a bit uncomfortable."
Frieren's gaze swept across the magic users in the main hall.
"Because if we act in a squad, we'll have to rely on teammates."
"But the teammates we're matched with are random."
"We have no idea who they are."
"And..." Frieren lowered her head.
"The most important point is that we might become opponents."
"Becoming opponents with Mistress Frieren..."
Fern's eyes widened slightly.
"Alright, now we will proceed with the grouping!"
Having finished reading the rules on the podium.
The male examiner immediately waved his hand.
Instantly, bracelets were distributed to the 57 magic users in the hall.
"The number on the bracelet represents your group."
"After injecting mana, you can sense the presence of your group members."
Before the male examiner finished speaking.
Frieren had already shared the information she just discovered with Fern.
"So cool!"
Fern didn't have time to react and could only exclaim.
Frieren nodded, glanced at the number on Fern's bracelet.
Her words didn't stop at all.
"Unfortunately, I am in the second squad."
"And you are in the fourth squad."
"We'll talk about the specifics later."
"In any case, since we're separated, we both have to do our best."
"Fern, one last reminder."
Sensing a teammate approaching.
Frieren's speaking speed became unusually fast.
"Be careful of these magic users."
"People die in the First-Class Mage Exam."
Die!
Fern's pupils widened slightly.
"Excuse me, are you the one?"
"A member of the second group?"
A clear, cold female voice sounded from behind Frieren.
Frieren turned to look.
The owner of the voice was an ethereal young girl wearing a blue knee-length dress with waist-length grey hair.
And beside the girl was another girl.
However, the latter had orange-red hair and wore revealing clothes.
She looked exactly the opposite of the girl in the blue dress.
It seemed the two of them knew each other.
Not bad, right?
Frieren thought silently.
Then, after waving goodbye to Fern.
She began talking with the two of them.
Are these Frieren's teammates?
Fern lowered the hand she was waving in mid-air.
She slightly injected mana into her bracelet, sensing the direction of her teammates, and walked silently towards them.
A man and a woman were already standing there.
"So we're one squad?"
The three of them put away their bracelets and looked at each other.
The fourth squad was complete.
"Übel..." "Please take care of me."
The green-haired girl said with a smile that contained three parts contempt, three parts mockery, and four parts sarcasm.
This smile startled Fern.
But Fern still kept a serious face and said gently.
"My name is Fern."
"From now on, please take care of me, both of you."
"Land."
The golden-haired young man nodded indifferently.
His gaze was fixed on the examiner on the podium.
Regardless of his teammates.
He was confident he could pass the First-Class Mage test.
The man's confidence was practically written on his calm, unmoving face.
A hint of curiosity flashed in Fern's eyes.
But she didn't ask further, she just quietly looked at the examiner on the podium.
Waiting for his next instruction.
After all, although the hall was large.
It was still barely sufficient for conducting the First-Class Mage Exam.
This place could only be used for grouping.
If they were to actually test here.
57 powerful magic users would be enough to tear down this so-called Continental Mage Association Northern Branch.
As expected.
The very next second after Fern's gaze fell on the examiner.
The examiner announced that everyone should proceed to the testing grounds outside the city.
"Next, all examinees please leave the hall in an orderly manner."
"Gather at the plaza in front of the Mage Association."
"We will use flight Magic together to go to the testing venue."
The examiner's voice, magnified by Magic, echoed through the hall.
The hall, which had been slightly chaotic due to the grouping, quieted down considerably.
Turning into rustling sounds of discussion.
"We have to fly there ourselves."
"How stingy..."
Some magic users muttered complaints.
Some magic users looked indifferent.
"Flying there ourselves is much better than everyone squeezing into a carriage like in previous years."
After all, this was the City of Magic.
A place where the free use of Magic was permitted.
Compared to a carriage, flight Magic was indeed much faster and more convenient.
"Let's go."
The hall doors opened.
Someone said something, though it was unclear who.
After that, the group of magic users began walking out the door in an orderly fashion.
"It's truly exciting."
On the podium.
Wearing a special uniform.
The man with neat short hair looked at the examinees walking out of the hall one by one and said excitedly.
"I didn't expect that among them would be the one who has long fought against the remnants of the Demon King Army..." "The Captain of the Northern Magic Squad..." "And the one who successfully sided in the bloody struggle for royal power..." "Promoted to chief Court Mage, Second-Class Mage Duncan."
"As well as the youngest examinee..." "Who won the Third-Class Mage Test in one fell swoop, Third-Class Mage Fern!"
"Uh..."
The man paused.
"Why is there also the Third-Class Mage Übel, who killed a First-Class Mage examiner during the Second-Class Mage Test?"
The man chattered on and on.
Seemingly trying to attract the attention of the woman beside him.
But seeing that the woman didn't react.
The man immediately used a metaphor, pointing in the direction Frieren had just left and said.
"And that old Mage who just left with such skilled Magic control..." "Sense, do you know who that is?"
"No."
The woman with golden hair that nearly touched the floor.
Said words that fit her persona with a poker face.
She disliked the guy beside her who wore glasses and pretended to be refined.
So no matter what the other party said.
She couldn't be bothered to pay attention.
In her opinion.
Such a guy was simply not worthy of becoming a First-Class Mage.
"I don't know, huh? Actually, I think I remember."
Falsch showed a smile on his face.
"If I'm not mistaken..." "Let's go."
Sense had no interest in listening further.
She followed the main body of examinees first, on her own.
Just!
Like!
That!
Left?
Falsch's face turned ugly.
A shadow flashed in his eyes.
"Since Sense has left..." "Then we should follow as well."
The examiner who was in charge of presiding on the podium just now walked down.
He came beside Falsch.
However, the latter's face was gloomy and she didn't leave him at all.
She followed Sense's steps on her own.
This hateful woman!
Fire nearly shot out of Falsch's eyes.
But when Sense, who was walking ahead, looked back.
He immediately put on a smile that didn't seem fake.
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