Flillian, I want to live.

"Ah, so we are in the cabin? No wonder I dreamed of the cradle."

After being awakened, Fulilian also learned about her current situation through Philen.

After seeing Fulilian fall down after being ambushed, Philen did not act rashly.

Relying on his innate talent of concealing his presence, Philen quietly followed the two people who left with Fulilian.

And while the demons guarding the ship were not paying attention, Philen sneaked into the cabin where Fulilian was imprisoned.

Not only Fulilian, but several other previously missing magicians were also imprisoned in the cabin of this slave ship disguised as a merchant ship.

Logically speaking, so many magicians gathered together should be a considerable force.

But like Fulilian, they were tied up in a somewhat shameful posture and could not move at all.

"It really doesn't work. Although it looks very thin, it can't be cut even with a knife."

After some attempts, Philen looked at the broken fruit knife in his hand and said helplessly to Fulilian who was tied up like a dumpling.

"This isn't an ordinary rope," Fulilian observed, observing the silk thread that bound her. "It's made of magic power, and it's incredibly strong. I'm afraid it can't be broken with ordinary means."

"That's right, Lady Fulilian. If you were alone, I could take you and escape secretly."

Philen put the fruit knife into his pocket with some heartache, then said with a distressed expression.

"Hey, hey, little girl, don't, don't ignore us..."

An old magician who was hanging in the cabin spoke up and pleaded with Philen.

"The one who captured us is the ruthless demon, Guillotine Aura, one of the Seven Collapse Sages... If we fall into her hands, I heard that life would be worse than death, and death would not be peaceful either."

A look of fear appeared on the face of the knowledgeable old magician.

"That's right."

Philen glanced at the old magician who was crying to him, then turned to look at Fulilian.

"Well, then it seems the only way now is to find the demon who cast this magic and kill him."

Fulilian calmly analyzed the current situation and gave her own suggestions.

"Is that so?"

Philen looked at Furlin, who was completely useless at the moment. Now they were drifting on the sea, and it was impossible to find other reinforcements.

"I can only rely on you, Philen."

Fulilian turned over in her pupa form and leaned against the cabin in a more comfortable position.

"I understand."

Philen nodded and replied calmly.

This was her first time fighting the demons alone, and even Philen couldn't help but feel her heart beating a little faster.

It would be best if we could solve it by a sneak attack.

Although that was originally the plan.

But when Philen said goodbye to Fulilian, left the cabin and came to the deck of the merchant ship sailing on the sea, someone was already waiting for her there.

"I felt like a mouse was following me before~"

The young green-haired demon was standing on the deck, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

"Dora..."

Philen had overheard the other person's name before.

"You look like a magician too."

Dolat put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled at Philen with a confident look.

"Yes."

Fearon summoned his staff and held it tightly in his hand.

"I am one of the beheading officers under Lord Guillotin Aura," Dolat said, looking at Philen and introducing himself calmly. "A magician of your level can be killed with just a flick of my finger."

"is it?"

Philen pointed her wand at Dolat. Although she looked expressionless, she was actually extremely nervous.

"If it weren't for Lady Aura needing a human magician to help her complete an important plan, I would have cut off your head long ago."

Dolat pinched his index finger, and the next moment a magic thread that glowed lavender in the moonlight was pulled out from his fingertips.

"Aura..."

Philen silently repeated the name he had heard more than once today.

The name was not unfamiliar to her.

Because Fulilian had long ago taken the trouble to teach her the names and abilities of various great demons, and Guillotine Aura was one of the key ones.

Aura often gets tested in Fulilian's quizzes.

"That girl fled after losing most of her men in the battle with me, Xin Meier and the others... But after so many years, she should have recovered a long time ago."

Philen recalled what Fulilian had said.

Besides Aura, Philen only knew of one other demon who could fight with the brave and his companions and escape unscathed.

Guter.

However, even though he has practiced and cultivated magic with great enthusiasm until now, when facing Gutel, Philen still cannot imagine how to defeat his demon master if he becomes his enemy.

I guess Aura must also be an incredibly powerful demon.

In this case, Dorat, who is the beheading officer under Aula, must be no ordinary person.

"I will do my best to kill you."

Philen looked at the calm Dolat in front of him and answered very seriously.

Chapter 46: Lonely Souls Attract Each Other

On the quiet dock late at night.

A man named Ster was standing on the shore, quietly watching the slave ship disguised as a merchant ship carrying a group of magicians including Frillian slowly leave the port city.

Thinking that this ship of magicians was about to be delivered to the hands of the legendary murderous Seventh Sage Aura, Ster knew without a doubt that their fate would be worse than death.

However, Ster didn't care about that.

Even his colleagues in the same magic killer organization regard Ster as an alien and a pervert.

Because the reason why Ster accepted the organization's mission to kill others was not for the subsequent rewards or benefits, he simply liked to kill people, especially magicians.

So this time, faced with the customer's demand to keep some people alive, Ster was so unhappy with his work that he could only vent his resentment on the adventurers in the tavern.

This was also the reason why he did not escape with Dolat to escort the captured magician, but instead stayed at the dock to cover their retreat.

He knew someone would come looking for him.

"Ah, I found it."

A black-haired girl wearing a sunhat emerged from the pile of goods on the dock and appeared in front of Ster.

Hearing the sound, Ster turned around and looked at Gutel who appeared on the dock.

After briefly exploring the magic power emanating from the other party, St quickly lost interest in Gutel and turned to look at the girl with lush long hair who followed Gutel.

"Zanze? You really haven't changed at all since then."

The man raised his eyebrows and called out the other person's name in surprise.

"do we know each other?"

Zanze looked at Sturt, whose face was wrapped in bandages with only his eyes exposed, and replied with a cold expression.

"How heartless! Even though so many years have passed, I'm not so heartless as to forget the partner who worked so well with me during the First Level Magician Exam~"

Sturt shook his head and replied with a regretful tone.

"..." Hearing the man's mention of the past, Zanze's half-open eyes widened a little, "I didn't expect you to fall into this state, Ste."

Fifteen years ago.

The northern kingdoms, the magical city of Oissast.

The triennial first-level magician examination was held here as scheduled.

As usual, the first round of examinations is conducted in the form of group cooperation.

The content of the exam is very simple.

"I have placed a certain number of crystal stones infused with magic within this barrier that serves as the examination venue."

The examiner of this exam held a star-shaped crystal that emitted magical power between his index finger and thumb, and introduced the content of the exam to the candidates.

"There are two conditions for passing. First, each team must find at least three magic crystals before sunset tomorrow. Second, both team members must be present at the end of the exam."

The examiner raised two fingers to the candidate in a serious tone.

Cooperation and competition? What a boring question.

Zanze is the best magician in her village, literally.

Born in a remote mountain village, Zanze is a genius that appears once in a thousand years in the village, the kind that has green smoke coming out of the ancestral graves at the entrance of the village.

While most of his peers were still struggling as apprentices, Zanze had already passed the second-level magician exam and registered for the first-level magician exam a year later.

In the eyes of others, Zanze is a rising star in the magic world.

But only Zanze himself understands how difficult it is.

Because he carried the expectations of the entire village, Zanze began to practice magic with far more effort than ordinary people from a very young age.

If one could become a first-level magician, he would be able to obtain privileges that countless people could not dream of. Not only would it allow Zanze, who came from a poor family, to succeed, it could even change the situation of the village where he was ignored and had a difficult life.

When one person succeeds, everyone around him will benefit. For the Magicians Association, which possesses enormous strength and power, becoming a top-level magician can create miracles that are comparable to magic.

In order to successfully pass the first-level magician exam, Zanze has tried her best to prepare for a whole year. During this period, she not only continuously improved her magic power, but also spent a lot of time studying the previous first-level magician exams.

Although the content of the exam changes every year due to the change of the first-level magician who presides over the exam, perhaps in order to achieve a certain degree of fairness, the core of the questions in each exam are actually similar.

Change the soup but not the dressing.

Zanze discovered the pattern and made thorough preparations based on it.

Zanze won the bet.

The content of this test was completely within her expectations. She had practiced similar tests countless times in the mountains behind the village, and she had absolute confidence in completing the test.

The only variable does not come from Zanze himself, but from his "teammates".

As a rule, the first round of exams is always conducted in random groups.

That is to say, in addition to Zanze, there will be another candidate taking the test with her, and the examiner had made it very clear before that the condition for passing the test is to complete it together with teammates.

For Zanze, who has made sufficient preparations, even if she is assigned to an idiot who knows nothing, she is confident that she can lead the other person to pass the test.

But there are always some weird and eccentric people in the magic community.

It would be troublesome if you meet a teammate who can't even lie down and insists on running to get killed.

Wearing the wristband used for grouping, Zanze began to look for his companions in this test among the candidates.

I hope he's not some weird guy.

Zanze prayed in his heart.

Then, she found a man with a slicked-back hair and an arrogant look in the crowd.

He was wearing a black suit made of high-quality materials and various valuable accessories that were enough to prove his noble status. Among the candidates who were looking for their teammates, he stood there alone, with his arms folded, looking impatient like a master waiting for servants to serve him.

I feel like I can't handle it at all.

Zanze couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

At least don't be on the same team with this guy.

Although he prayed like this in his heart, Zanze's luck has never been very good when drawing lots.

The magic bracelet on his wrist emitted a red light.