I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 135

“Again, it’s back to days without snacks.”

Fern tugged Frieren’s hands, seemingly unable to hold back the Frieren who was about to leave.

Suddenly.

Fern couldn’t hold Frieren, and her hands broke free.

“But I haven’t passed the mage qualification exam…” Frieren stopped at the doorway, her voice a little difficult to utter.

[You haven’t passed the mage qualification exam???]

[You, an old mage who’s been around for a thousand years, there are probably very few people in this world who can compare to you in magic, right?]

[Fufu, did we forget something?]

Suddenly.

Frieren seemed to remember something. She pulled out a rusty certificate.

“The Staff of Saints’ Certificate probably can’t be used, right?”

Fern looked at the object in front of her, clearly unfamiliar with the certificate.

But.

Behind them, the white-haired old man in the hall, who was about to process something at the hall entrance, turned to look at Frieren when he heard the words “Staff of Saints’ Certificate.”

“So where did this old antique come from…” Fern couldn’t help but grumble.

“Over there.” The white-robed, white-haired mage called out to Frieren and Fern.

Frieren and Fern both looked at him.

“May I see that?” The white-robed, white-haired male mage requested.

[Is this someone who knows their stuff?]

Looking at the rusty staff medallion in front of him, the white-haired man’s eyes immediately widened.

Sweat even ran down his cheeks.

He took the staff medallion into his hands, clasping them together as he looked at Frieren.

“You wish to participate in the First-Class Mage Exam, correct?”

Hearing the white-robed man’s tone, it instantly became very polite.

Frieren and Fern exchanged glances. Is there a chance?

Evening.

The sky was filled with the glow of the sunset.

“I got the qualification to participate.” Frieren looked at the Staff of Saints’ Certificate in her hand.

“I didn’t expect anyone to still recognize this.”

Her hand tightened.

Frieren hadn’t expected that after a thousand years.

Someone would still know about this item. She had originally thought it was useless.

[The tone instantly changed from a flat tone to a respectful one.]

[‘Over there’ → ‘You,’ hahaha!]

[Satisfying!]

[This is an artifact from ancient times!]

“Is it something amazing?” Fern was a little confused.

She clearly didn’t recognize it.

Frieren said calmly, “By all accounts, it should be.”

The scene switches.

Eighty years ago.

Frieren and the hero Himmel were in the same city, Visastre.

“Frieren, you haven’t joined the Mage’s Guild, have you?” Himmel asked her.

Frieren turned her head and replied to Himmel, “The organizations that manage magic change too frequently.”

“Who can keep up with all of them?”

Hearing Frieren’s words, “Oh—” Himmel understood why Frieren hadn’t joined the Mage’s Guild.

Frieren jogged a few steps forward, then turned to Himmel and the others, saying, “Besides, I have this.”

She smiled and showed the pendant in her hand to Himmel and Heiter.

“The Staff of Saints’ Certificate, isn’t it amazing?”

Frieren let out a happy laugh.

At this moment.

Himmel and Heiter leaned in, examining the Staff of Saints’ Certificate in Frieren’s hand for a long time.

Finally.

Himmel opened his mouth and asked, “What is this rusty accessory?”

He asked Heiter beside him, “Do you know?”

Heiter adjusted his reflecting, pale glasses, “Not at all.”

‘Deng deng~’

‘Hmm?’ Eisen pushed the two apart and also leaned in to look.

Then he shook his head.

Eisen didn’t recognize it either.

[Eisen doesn’t even know, so it must be something from hundreds of years ago.]

[Hahahaha, that head-shaking sound effect is so cute.]

Frieren’s smile faded from her face, and she blinked.

These three people don’t know about the Staff of Saints’ Certificate??

“I see.” Frieren’s voice was a little low, and she put the Staff of Saints’ Certificate around her neck.

“This is the only thing that can prove my identity as a mage.”

She said to Himmel and the others.

Himmel seemed to sense something, “Frieren, we really don’t recognize this accessory…”

“But we know that you are an amazing mage.”

He looked at Frieren with determination.

Beside him, Heiter and Eisen also smiled at her.

Frieren looked up, her gaze meeting Himmel’s.

“Isn’t that enough?” Himmel’s voice was gentle.

Throughout their journey, they were very clear about Frieren’s strength.

So.

Just a mage’s certification couldn’t shake their recognition of Frieren.

[This item is proof of the highest-ranking mage from the era of the Flamme Magic Association.]

[He’s still so gentle.]

At this moment, Frieren glanced at the three of them, then turned and walked forward.

“But you’ll all die soon, won’t you?”

Frieren was a little unhappy.

[Daily auspicious words (doge)]

The scene switches back.

Frieren looked at the Staff of Saints’ Certificate in her palm, tightening her grip slightly.

She put the medallion back into her pocket.

There was an unreadable expression in her eyes.

“Lady Frieren.” Fern called out to her.

Stark was standing beside her.

“We all know you are an amazing mage.” Fern smiled at her.

Stark also stood with his hands on his hips, smiling at Frieren.

Frieren’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly.

She seemed surprised by the words.

She turned to look at Fern and smiled.

[History always repeats itself.]

[Ahhh, in the same scene, Frieren’s teammates said the same words to her!]

[Who understands, I’m so touched.]

[Tears in my eyes.]

Frieren stood behind Fern and reached out to stroke her purple hair.

“That’s right.”

The next morning.

Inside the Mage’s Guild in Visastre.

“According to the regulations of the Continental Mage’s Guild.” Frieren opened a book on the table in the magic library.

“Generally, from the Fifth-Class onwards, mages are considered capable of standing on their own.”

Fern stood in front of a bookshelf that was as tall as three stories, flipping through a book in her hand.

Frieren turned to look at Fern beside her, “Fern, why did you take the Third-Class exam?”

Fern turned around, “Because it was the closest to the date of the Third-Class exam at the time.”

Stark was sprawled on the table, sound asleep.

Frieren looked at the records in her hand, “There are a total of six hundred mages above Fifth-Class.”

“Including mage apprentices from Sixth to Ninth-Class, there are a total of two thousand people.”

“Among them, there are forty-five First-Class mages.”

“The First-Class exam is held once every three years.”

[Actually, it’s not bad. First-Class accounts for 9%. I remember these usually being 5% or less.]

“It is held in two locations: the Northern Branch in Visastre and the Headquarters in the Holy City of Strale.”

Fern listened to Frieren’s introduction.

“There are also many years where no one passes.”

“And casualties are constantly occurring.”

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