Flillian, I want to live.

"That's right. It's always good to think about it. Anyway, let's go see the Earl first, Hugh Tark."

Fulilian breathed a sigh of relief.

In the spacious hall, the young earl who had just inherited his father's title received the four heroes who helped the city fight against Aura with the highest etiquette.

"Is it really okay if the reward is just this magic book?"

The young earl took the magic book containing the protective barrier passed down from generation to generation by the Gulanat family from Sophia beside him and handed it to Fulilian who was half-kneeling in front of him.

"This grimoire is probably a fake, but collecting grimoires is just my hobby."

Fulilian spoke respectfully to the young earl.

"is it?"

The count glanced at the people kneeling in a row, a somewhat restrained expression on his face.

"You are the heroes who saved me and this city. There is no need to be so reserved in front of me..."

"You must be joking. Of course, we can't just break the rules."

However, just when the Earl wanted to let Fulilian and the others relax and express his gratitude, a hostile and dull voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Guter, who was kneeling next to him, turned his head and looked quietly towards the source of the sound.

He was a middle-aged man sitting on the guest seat next to the Earl, wearing a white cassock and with a conspicuous purple gem hanging on his chest.

"Your Excellency, Bishop, although Lady Fulilian and her men did have some faults, they did save the city and defeated the great demon Aura who had threatened us for a hundred years..."

The Earl turned to look at the man beside him and spoke in a conciliatory tone.

"so what?"

However, the bishop slammed the armrest of the chair with his hand and asked sternly.

Really don't give me any face at all.

Guter looked at the frowning bishop and complained silently in his heart.

"These guys arbitrarily lit the beacon fire on the snowy mountains, allowing those southerners to enter our territory under the banner of rescue. Has our Northern Kingdom been reduced to the point where we have to rely on others for help to survive?"

Chapter 101: It turns out you have always been an illegal resident

The middle-aged bishop stood up with his fists clenched. He lowered his head condescendingly and looked at Fulilian who was half-kneeling in front of the earl, with an expression of dissatisfaction and disgust on his face.

"Flillian, don't be so self-righteous just because you're a companion of the brave Sinmel. That was all eighty years ago."

The bishop spoke to Fulilian sarcastically and without any politeness.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

Fulilian glanced at the bishop and replied calmly.

"The era of the Brave Sinmel is over, Fulilian. We can solve the problem without you meddling in our affairs. Even without you, I and the warriors of the church I brought with me can deal with that Aura..."

As the bishop spoke, he pointed toward the square outside the window.

There stood teams of well-equipped knights in golden armor. These reinforcements brought by the bishop were the reason why he was so confident in speaking at this moment.

"Oh, really? Those guys can handle Aura."

Guter raised his head with a playful smile on his face and said to the conceited bishop.

"Huh? Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that? These are the elite soldiers I personally recruited. Forget about Aura, even if the Demon King comes—"

The bishop glared and was about to teach Gutel a lesson for daring to talk back to him, but suddenly he heard a violent commotion in the square outside the window. The knights who he had just called elite screamed as if they had seen a ghost.

"Huh? What's going on!?"

The bishop frowned when he heard the commotion and turned to look out the window.

Next, he looked into a huge golden eye that filled the entire window.

"Uh--"

Under the bishop's horrified gaze, the owner of the eye slowly turned his head and pointed his bloody mouth, which could easily swallow a person alive, at the bishop.

"Dragon, it's a dragon!"

In the square, the church knights who had just been showing off their might now ran in all directions like rats crossing the street, fearing that if they ran too slowly they would be trampled into meat patties by the huge black dragon that had just passed over their heads.

"I don't think these guys are any good, Your Excellency."

Guter shrugged and said to the bishop who was confronting the dragon.

"Ok?"

The Earl, noticing that the bishop seemed to have been motionless for a long time, stood up, walked to the earl's side, stretched out his hand and waved in front of the bishop.

"Um, the bishop seems to have fainted from excessive shock..."

The Earl said to several people somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'll go take His Excellency the Bishop to rest."

Sophia on the side summoned her staff and lifted the frightened bishop who was standing unconscious into the air and sent him to the bedroom nearby.

"It's really scary~"

The black dragon that was hovering outside the castle with its wings flapping opened its huge mouth and spoke in a mocking tone.

Then, accompanied by a flash of white light, the huge black dragon gradually shrank in size and turned into a petite girl with dragon scales covered on her body, who jumped in from the window.

"Didn't I tell you not to be so ostentatious?"

Xutark looked at the girl who had transformed into a human form with some nervousness and said in a blaming tone.

"Who told those guys to be so arrogant? It's obvious that Lord Xu Tark can kill them all by himself."

The girl, with her hair loose and her body wrapped in only a white cloth, answered with an unhappy look on her face.

"Well, anyway, although I'm very grateful to you, if I stay here any longer, I'm afraid..."

The Earl turned his head to look at the room where the unconscious bishop was placed and said a little embarrassedly.

"That's right, we should continue our journey north."

Fulilian stood up from the ground, patted her knees, and said with some reluctance on her face.

"Let me see you off."

The Earl said to Fulilian.

"I heard from you that your target is Erde, the northernmost city on the continent?"

On the way out of the city, the Earl seemed to remember something and turned to ask Fulilian and her group.

"Ah."

Fulilian, who was carrying a suitcase, nodded as she accepted the flowers handed to her by the citizens who came to see her off.

"In that case, you'll have to cross the northern plateau. The situation there is much more dangerous than here."

The Earl raised his head and recalled the rumors he had heard from within the kingdom.

"This guy is Fulilian. The current situation is definitely better than eighty years ago~"

Gutel looked at the worried earl, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah, of course I'm not worried about Lady Flillian and you being unable to pass through there. It's just that, according to the kingdom's regulations, you must be accompanied by a first-level magician to obtain a pass to the northern plateau."

The Count shook his head and then expressed his real concerns.

"A first-level magician? What is that?"

Hearing the unfamiliar term from the Earl's mouth, Fulilian turned her head and asked with some confusion.

"Huh? You don't even know what a first-level magician is?"

Gutel turned his head and looked at Fulilian with an expression as if he was looking at a primitive person.

"Forehead?"

Flillian tilted her head in confusion.

"The so-called first-level magician is the magician qualification certificate certified by the Continental Magic Association, Lady Fulilian."

On the other side, Philen explained to Fulilian the basic common sense among all the magicians on this continent.

"Uh, what is that, the Continental Magic Association?"

Fulilian stopped and asked in confusion.

"You don't even know about the Continental Magic Association? Didn't Philen go to the Magic Association to get a magician certificate before leaving the Holy City?"

Guter glared and said to Fulilian.

“Yes, this was my certificate at the time.”

Philen also took out a scroll from his pocket and showed it to Fulilian. On it was written in gold-plated font the certificate that Philen had passed the third-level magician exam.

"Well, you did seem to be saying you were going to take some exam."

Fulilian looked at Philen with an innocent look on her face.

"Don't you have proof that you are an unlicensed magician who uses magic without a license?"

Guter said to Fulilian in an incredible tone.

"Don't talk like an unscrupulous doctor practicing medicine without a license, you bastard."

Fulilian pouted and complained somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"To walk in the human world, you naturally need to obtain human certificates. Look, even I have one."

Guter searched in his pocket and took out a scroll as well.

"It's the certificate for a second-level magician. Did Master Gutel actually pass the test?"

Philen blinked and looked at the certificate that Gutel took out.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you looking down on me or something?"

Guter said.

"Well, well, well, but rules are rules after all. I believe in your abilities, but if you can't pass the first-level magician test, you won't be able to pass the Northern Plateau."

The Earl shrugged his shoulders and said in a helpless tone.

Chapter 102 How can one always be unlucky?

"Ahhh, it's such a headache to see all these regulatory bodies constantly changing."

Hearing the scolding from people around her, Fulilian scratched her hair helplessly and complained in distress.

"That's an organization that spanned the entire continent and existed half a century ago. Even I've heard of the Continental Magic Association, Fulilian."

Xutark looked at Fulilian who was trying to shift the blame to him and complained silently.

"Isn't that exactly what happened recently?"

Fulilian muttered, and took off a piece of delicate silver jewelry from her neck, which looked a little oxidized and blackened due to age.

"Anyway, this Holy Staff Certificate is no longer useful."

Fulilian picked up the rope and handed the silver jewelry tied to it to Feilan.

"What is this antique used for..."

Philen blinked and looked at the silver ornament that looked like a medal in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Ohhhh, isn't this the proof of the Holy Staff!?"

However, Gutel on the side suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Fulilian in surprise.

"Hahahaha, there are still people who know what they are doing~"

Seeing Gutel's reaction, a smug smile immediately appeared on Fulilian's face.

"However, even if it is the certificate of the Holy Staff, no one would recognize it today."

However, Gutel's next words made Fulilian's face sad again.

"That's right."