Flillian, I want to live.

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At the same time, the same light appeared from the hand of the man in black.

It seems this time is no exception.

A painful and helpless expression appeared on Zanze's face.

"We seem to be teammates."

Zanze walked straight up, stopped in front of the man, and said without looking up.

Chapter 47 When Your Supervisor Finds Out Your Paper Has 100% Plagiarism Check

Unlike Zanze, the man named Ster came from a noble family in the Northern Empire.

The Northern Empire is a descendant of the great empire that once ruled the entire continent. Compared to the southern countries that are constantly in conflict, the empire with a thousand-year history has advanced magical technology.

They claim to be the inheritors of the orthodox human magic pioneered by Volame, so for some conservative imperial nobles, they look down on the new magicians.

Ster is one of them.

He looked at Zanze who came up to greet him.

The girl was wearing a dress that had been washed white, and the shawl was hand-woven by her mother, and there were even patches sewn on it by Zanze himself.

The long light brown hair was barely groomed, draped messily behind and in front of the face, even covering one of the other person's eyes.

“Not elegant at all.”

At the dock at night, Ster looked at Zanze, who looked almost the same as before, and made the same comment as before.

"is it?"

Zanze, as usual, was straightforward. Her long hair flew out from both sides of her body under the control of magic, and slashed towards Ster who was standing on the shore like a sickle.

Ster, who had expected this, grinned and instantly disappeared into the shadows under his feet.

"Fly, Guter."

Seeing that Ster disappeared from his sight, Zanze took off into the air without hesitation and reminded Gutel beside him.

"Eh?"

However, Gutel did not seem to understand what Zanze said and just stood there in a daze.

"Why did you bring such stupid helpers?"

It was this moment of delay that allowed Ster, who appeared behind Guter, to easily place the dagger on Guter's neck.

"Help, help..."

Guter, who was controlled by Ster, looked at Zanze for help.

"That guy just took it upon himself to follow us. He seems to be the family of a missing magician or something like that."

However, Zanze, who was suspended in mid-air, acted indifferent and explained calmly.

"Really? Then if I kill her now, you won't mind at all?"

Ster pressed the dagger against Guter's neck. The sharp blade pierced Guter's soft skin, causing bright red blood to drip down his neck.

"Ah...ah..."

Feeling drops of blood sliding into his chest, Guter cooperated and made a sound of fear.

"Even if I wanted to save her, you would definitely kill her before me."

Zanze was well aware of the attack speed of his hair magic, so he spoke to Ster rationally.

"That's right, so I want to make a bet with you, using this little guy's life."

However, Ster did not intend to kill Guter directly. Instead, he took this opportunity to negotiate terms with Zanze.

"…What are you betting on?"

Zanze asked after a moment of silence.

"It's a cloudy day today."

Sturt raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds.

"Is this the reason why you are waiting for me here so brazenly?"

Zanze also glanced at the sky above his head. There were no stars in the sky, and even the light of the moon could not be seen.

"You should also know that in this kind of weather, if I try to escape, there's absolutely no way you can catch me."

Ster shrugged and said in a rogue manner.

"So you came to me to catch up?"

Zanze tilted her head and quipped with her limited sense of humor.

"Although you can't do anything to me, I also can't do anything to you. You should know that I am not good at heretical modern magic, so aerial combat is very disadvantageous to me."

Ster continued.

As a conservative imperial noble, Ster is good at the ancient magic inherited from Volame and left to the empire thousands of years ago. They are not very willing to study modern magic such as flying magic.

"so what?"

Floating in the air, Zanze did not object to Ster's statement. As early as in the exam fifteen years ago, she had already witnessed his poor flying magic.

"So, I think since we both want to kill each other, why don't we each take a step back and duel in a more fair way?"

Ster continued.

"A fairer way?"

"That's right. I promise I won't use shadow magic to hide, and you promise you won't use flying magic to get around. How about we fight like magicians did a thousand years ago?"

Ster finally stated his conditions.

"If you just want to kill me, you should have a safer way to choose, right? Why are you so persistent in dueling with me here?"

Zanze slowly landed on the ground, her hair floating around her vigilantly, and asked Ste very cautiously.

"To prove myself, of course."

Ster released his hand from Gutel's neck, then reached into his pocket and took out two medal-like objects and showed them to Zanze in front of him.

"this is?"

Gutel, who was lying on the ground, covered his bleeding neck with his hands, and asked while looking at the gold seal in Ster's hand cooperatively.

"It's proof of being a first-level magician..."

Zanze glanced at his chest without noticing. Under the shawl knitted by his mother, she was also wearing the same gold medal.

"Yes, this is my trophy. I killed them using the same conditions."

When mentioning the gold medal in his hand, ster couldn't help but reveal a proud expression on his face. It can't be blamed on him for not being humble. After all, such an achievement has already completed two-thirds of the organization's current KPI.

"prove?"

Zanze listened to Ster's answer and seemed to remember something.

"That's right. Since that old guy from the Magic Association won't admit what I said, I'll use this method to prove to her that she was completely wrong when she chose you instead of me!"

Ster roared at Zanze in an almost insane tone.

Fifteen years ago, the Continental Magic Association.

In a large room full of flowers, Zanze and Ster met the man who truly lived in the legend.

Founded the president of the Continental Magic Association.

Celia, a great magician who has survived from the mythological age, is the master who personally cultivated Volame, the "ancestor of human magic". She has mastered almost all human magic and is the closest being to "God" on this continent.

Even the arrogant nobles of the Northern Empire bowed humbly in front of Celie.

At that time, Ster was looking forward to the honor of being chosen by Celia as a first-level magician.

"Unqualified."

However, the small-looking blond elf who was sitting cross-legged in the flower field looked at Ster and made such an evaluation.

"what?"

Sturt raised his head in confusion.

"It's such a boring thing to still be playing around with those old-fashioned magic in this day and age. I thought this year's candidates would be some powerful magicians."

Celie grinned and openly denounced the self-righteous Stuart.

Chapter 48 You May Not Be Qualified

Fighting in the way magicians did a thousand years ago?

Guter, lying on the ground, listened with interest to the man's request to Zanze.

For Gutel, Ster's revenge on Celie for his so-called self-esteem was of no consequence at all.

But when it comes to human magicians from thousands of years ago, it is indeed something worth remembering for Gutel, who has lived from that era to today.

After all, in that era when even magic itself was considered a taboo, the magic that magicians could master was simple and primitive.

For modern magicians, the most basic ordinary attack magic and defense magic were unimaginable to the magicians of that era. Not to mention these, even the flying magic was only mastered by humans forty years ago.

At that time, the sky was dominated by demons like Gutel who were born with the ability to fly.

Compared to today's magicians, the situation for magicians thousands of years ago in their battles with demons was much more unfair.

"Hey, little girl."

Just as Gutel's mind was occupied by memories of a thousand years ago, Ster's voice rang in her ears.

"Eh? Hey, hey, hey, what do you want~"

In order to prevent Ster from noticing his healed wound, Guter quickly covered his neck with his hands and then responded obediently.

"You seem to be a magician too?"

Ster rolled his neck and stretched his body as if doing warm-up exercises.

"Well, sort of."

Gutel glanced at Zanze who was waiting quietly on the side and said with a guilty conscience.

"very good."

Ster nodded happily.

"Uh……"

What's good about that? Guterre was a little confused.

"Since you are able to master magic, it proves that you are at least much stronger than those inferior people who don't even know how to use such a noble skill as magic."

Sturt added.

"Ah, yes."

Pride in magic, to the point of arrogance? It's almost like the demons' beliefs. This was the first time Gutel had seen such a human.

"Have you learned any special magic?"

Ster then asked Gutel.

"Special magic?"

Gutel blinked, not quite understanding what Ster meant.

"It's magic other than the basics that apprentices know, such as normal attack magic, defense magic, and flying magic."

Ster explained to Guter.

"Ah, that, um, healing magic or something?"

Guter replied.

Restoring a severed head is also a form of treatment in a sense, Guter thought to himself, feeling that he had not lied.