I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 170

“That’s a gargoyle.”

Frieren, holding her staff, reminded Fern, who had also picked up her staff, “We need to destroy it before it moves.”

Jian Ze watched from the side.

Then.

A section of the wall rose, revealing a treasure chest inside.

Frieren put her hands on her hips, humming contentedly and proudly.

She held a red metal medal in her hand.

“I’ve seen these medals in many places,” Fern said, bending her leg and leaning over to look at what Frieren had taken out of the treasure chest.

“It’s true that some people collect these,” Frieren said, looking at the medal in her hand.

Frieren jogged back to the previous fork in the path, heading towards another entrance.

Fern followed Frieren, climbing down a ladder in the wall, with Jian Ze slowly descending after them.

Then, in a long passageway.

Frieren tilted her head, looking at the labyrinth map Fern had recorded with magic.

“This seems to lead to the next level. Let’s turn back.”

Frieren walked backward.

“Why?” Fern was a little bewildered.

Jian Ze silently watched all of this.

[Good heavens, are they playing a maze game?]

[Like Himmel, do they need to light up this layer of the labyrinth?]

[Others are taking an exam, but Fufu is enjoying the fun of exploring the labyrinth.]

[Amazing, Fufu has been led astray by Himmel, hahaha.]

[Others are taking an exam, she’s playing. So cute.]

Frieren lightly ran in another direction through the narrow passages of many tunnels.

[One, two, three, it seems there are six forks in total… gotta sway six times…]

In the next scene, Frieren was bitten by a mimic again.

The walls behind them were covered in burning flames.

Jian Ze silently stood by, watching all of this.

‘Bo~~’

Fern, already familiar with the routine, rescued Frieren from the mimic’s mouth.

The wooden stairs in the wall were descending. “It’s going smoother than I expected.”

Fern’s voice echoed, and she couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Indeed,” Frieren agreed. “It’s strange that a labyrinth of this difficulty hasn’t been conquered yet.”

Frieren looked up at Jian Ze, who was climbing down the ladder, with Fern waiting below.

“Structurally, we should be close to the deepest part,” Frieren speculated.

[That’s because they’re with Frieren, who is ‘experienced in labyrinths’!]

[She actually said it was easy.]

[Fufu: “This difficulty.” The other team: “A moment of carelessness could mean death.”]

[Jian Ze: The episode with the most physical activity.]

“No matter what, don’t be careless,” she reminded Fern. “After we find the next burial chamber, we’ll rest.”

In the scene.

Many magic crystals, magic books, and magic tools were piled haphazardly together.

Frieren squatted in front of this pile of ‘treasures,’ smiling as she said, “Found a lot of good stuff.”

Fern bent over, her expression a little confused. “But to me, it all looks like junk.”

Jian Ze sighed when he saw this. “Ah…”

A ‘clink’ sound rang out, and Fern and Jian Ze rested by a pile of candles against the wall.

Frieren, full of energy, searched for treasures in the pile of ‘junk,’ a smile on her face, holding a small box in her hand.

Behind them.

“I don’t get it,” Jian Ze finally couldn’t help but exclaim along the way.

“Yeah,” Fern said, crossing her arms and hugging her knees, watching Frieren’s busy back.

Frieren found another jewel-like object from the pile of ‘junk.’

She picked it up and rubbed it against her face, her eyes narrowing with happiness.

Seeing this, Fern’s tone was full of incomprehension. “She’s actually happy because of those things.”

“And rubbing them on her face.”

Jian Ze turned to look at Fern. “What I don’t get is you, Fern.”

Fern looked over.

[Huh?]

[What he doesn’t get is Fern, huh?]

Jian Ze looked ahead and said, “I’ve never seen a mage as excellent as you at such a young age.”

“You must have gone through countless training,” Jian Ze continued. “But I don’t feel your passion or obsession.”

“It’s truly incredible.”

Fern lowered her head and thought for a moment after hearing this.

Then she looked ahead, in Frieren’s direction.

“I became a self-sufficient mage to repay someone’s kindness.”

[Fern is so excellent, of course, she was taught by the strongest priest and the strongest mage.]

[After all, she was trained by two former members of the Hero’s party.]

Jian Ze listened quietly.

At this moment.

The background music became long and drawn out.

The scene shifted to when Fern’s hometown was destroyed by demons.

Little Fern stood on a cliff, meeting the aged Heiter, listening to Heiter’s words, and clutching the photo locket in her hand.

“That was my life goal at the time.”

“Back then, I only focused on trying my best, never considering the future.”

Young Fern, holding a wooden staff much taller than herself, unleashed a precise and long-lasting attack magic from the cliff.

“I suppose at that time,” Fern said, leaning against the wall, to Jian Ze on the other side of the candle pile.

“I had already exhausted all my passion and obsession.”

Fern guessed.

Jian Ze turned his gaze to her. “Then why do you still seek magic?”

Fern’s lowered eyes suddenly looked up ahead.

Frieren was happily searching for treasures inside.

“Lady Frieren looks very happy,” Fern suddenly asked. “Doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does,” Jian Ze also looked ahead.

[Fern, the mother, is naturally taking care of her daughter.]

[Passion, indeed, is only strong at the beginning. It’s just something to do. Passion is temporary, occasional.]

[“It doesn’t have to be magic,” “but you chose magic.”]

“The first time I entered a labyrinth,” Fern said, “Lady Frieren collected many broken magic tools.”

“She smiled so happily.”

At that time, Fern was not as tall as she is now. They were in a labyrinth covered in green vines, with sunlight streaming down from above.

Frieren was just like now, touching the already broken items in front of her, unable to put them down.

“Uh, hehe.” At that time, Fern smiled when she saw this scene.

Even now, thinking about that time, Fern couldn’t hide her smile.

“Watching her, I couldn’t help but smile too.”

“I must like seeing Frieren happy,” Fern speculated.

“That’s why I pursue magic with her.”

Fern smiled as she looked ahead at Frieren, who was happy amidst a pile of ‘junk.’

Jian Ze listened quietly.

[Himmel influenced Fufu, and Fufu influenced Fern. The legacy is born.]

[Because her daughter picked up a lot of junk items and then smiled happily, it’s truly motherly love, Fern.]

[I am her apprentice, she is my daughter.]

[Whether the thing itself has meaning or not isn’t important. What matters is that the person you like finds meaning in it, and that’s enough.]

Fern stood up.

“It’s time to move on.”

Hearing Fern’s words, Jian Ze also smiled.

“It seems it was indeed the right choice to follow you two.”

“With you two,” Jian Ze said, having followed them all the way, “this perilous labyrinth must also be full of fun.”

Jian Ze followed behind the two, watching them continue their journey of exploring the labyrinth.

[Of course, it’s fun to watch a mimic bare its teeth.]