Flillian, I want to live.

With a nervous mood, Hugh Tark straightened his clothes again and pushed open the door of the living room.

"Ok?"

In the room, there was a brown-haired girl sitting with her chin supported by her hand, looking out the window boredly.

She looked to be about the same age as Philen. She was wearing the white uniform of the magic academy and a purple cloak draped behind her.

"Uh, hello?"

Xutark raised his hand somewhat awkwardly and greeted the girl in front of him stiffly.

"Are you Werther?"

The girl curled her fluffy and smooth shoulder-length hair with her fingers and looked at Xiu Tark out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes, are you Miss Elu?"

Toshu Tark nodded, and then, according to the information Gabel gave him, he said the name of the girl in front of him.

"Ugh……"

Elu sighed when her name was called, she closed her eyes, and after a brief thought, she decided to give up the meaningless struggle.

"To be honest, I only came to meet you to deal with my family."

Elu confronted Hugh Tark very directly.

"Eh?"

Hugh Turk was stunned for a moment. This kind of conversation did not appear in the question bank that Gabel prepared for him.

"I have no interest in marrying a nobleman and becoming a future countess."

Elu ignored the stunned Hugh Tark and continued talking to herself.

"My goal is to become a great magician like my grandfather."

Elu continued with an expectant look on her face.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

She's the type who likes to talk to herself...

Hugh Tark wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Although the other party's active rejection of the marriage was not a bad thing, it obviously disrupted his original action plan arranged by Gabel.

"But I'm not that ignorant."

Seeing how nervous Xutark was, Elu waved her hand, indicating that she was not going to just turn the table over and stop playing.

"Since I promised my family, I'll stay here for a few days just to make it look good."

Elu assured Shuttark.

"Really? Then is there anything you want to do?"

Hearing Elu say this, Xu Tark felt a little relieved. At this moment, he recalled Gabel's instructions to him and tried to be more proactive.

"Wilter, I heard that you are currently commanding the army to fight against the demons in place of your father, Lord Olden?"

Elu changed the subject and brought up the topic of Welter's current position.

"Ah, ah, that's right."

Xiu Turk nodded.

"Is that so... Then can you take me to the front line to have a look?"

Elu's eyes turned and she suddenly asked Shuttark.

"The front line? What do you want to do there?"

Hugh Tark asked in surprise.

"The reason my family sent me here for a blind date is because they don't want me to take part in the first-level magician exam that will be held in the magic city of Oisaster soon."

Elu leaned back in her chair and complained to Hugh Tark in a somewhat dissatisfied manner.

"The first-level magician exam?"

This word was not unfamiliar to Shuttalk. After all, in order to cross the northern plateau, they had to obtain the qualifications of a first-level magician, so they were also taking actions to qualify for the exam.

"That's right. If you reach level one, you can become a disciple of the legendary great magician, Lady Celia, the founder of the Magicians Association, just like Grandpa."

Elu said to Shuttleck with a look of longing.

"Isn't this a good thing? Why would your family object?"

Listening to Elu's voice of infinite yearning, Xu Tark was also somewhat aroused by her curiosity.

"Because the selection process for first-level magicians is extremely strict, it wouldn't be surprising if all candidates were eliminated. It can even be said that this is the norm."

Elu glanced at Shuttark, raised a finger, and spoke slowly, as if he had found the feeling of educating his poor classmates in the magic academy again.

"Was that test really that difficult?"

Xutark originally thought that this was just an ordinary test to obtain the right to pass to the northern plateau, but after listening to Elu's explanation, he realized that the first-level magician exam was not a test for playing house.

"Not only that, unlike the second-level and lower magician exams, the first-level magician exams do not guarantee the safety of candidates. Almost every year, many candidates die during the exam."

And Elu also told the reason why her family strongly opposed her taking the first-level magician exam and even forced her to come here for a blind date with the Olden family.

"Eh?"

It was just the qualification to be a first-level magician, but he had to risk his life to fight for it? Xiu Talke was a little confused.

"They think I have no practical experience and it's too risky to take the exam directly - in that case, I will show them my actual practice."

Elu didn't pay any attention to Shuttal's confusion over the cruel rules of the first-level magician exam, but continued speaking along his own lines.

"So you want to go to the front because..."

Xutark looked at Elu in surprise.

"As long as I kill the powerful demons on the front line, my family won't stop me from taking the exam."

Elu explained what he had in mind.

"The first-level magician exam is held every three years. If I miss this exam, I can't wait that long."

As if afraid that Shuttark didn't understand his urgency, Elu deliberately added to the other party.

"The battle with the demons is not just a game..."

Seeing Elu's casual look, Xutark's tone became a little heavier.

Chapter 155: This demon is a bit reckless

Although he knew that Elu in front of him was someone he absolutely could not provoke, Xu Tark was still annoyed by her frivolous attitude.

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree to such a frivolous request, Miss Elu."

Shuttark spoke firmly to Elu, who hoped to gain merit in the war against the demons and be able to take the first-level magician exam.

"Are you worried that I'll hold you back? Don't treat me like some young lady who's just there to be seen."

Seeing that Xutark, who had just been so timid, was now so tough, Ailu showed a dissatisfied expression, thinking that he was looking down on her.

"That's not the problem at all... In short, if you're just planning on using this marriage as an excuse to fool your family, then just stay here and relax. As for Orr, ahem, I'll explain things to my father."

Xutark turned around and left the room without arguing with Elu any further.

"Wilt! You!"

Ai Yilu widened her eyes. She didn't quite understand why the boy in front of her was so ruthless to her in this matter.

"That's how it is..."

In another room, Hugh Tark, who had just been tough in front of Elu, reported the previous situation to Lord Alden like a child who had done something wrong.

"Really? What's your reason, Hugh Tark?"

Lord Olden, who was staring at the military map hanging on the wall, nodded slightly without any expression, and then asked Hugh Tark a question.

"Well, I just feel that Miss Elu isn't ready to fight monsters."

Xutark raised his head, looked at Lord Alden, and said with an emphasis on the word "fight".

"You did well, Hugh Tark."

Hearing Hugh Tark's answer, Lord Olden showed a satisfied look on his face. He stood up from the sofa and spoke to Hugh Tark approvingly while walking to the military map he had been staring at for a long time.

"At this point, the marriage arranged with Lord Lyellen is no longer possible. His granddaughter's proactive refusal has saved me a lot of trouble."

Lord Alden picked up the red pen lying aside and, after some deliberation, drew a circle around an inconspicuous spot on the map.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Lord Olden who was staring at the map he had just circled with a red pen, he asked curiously.

"Since Welt and your magician named Philen haven't returned yet, I think they're probably planning to attack the demon general who's been fighting us. I heard from Gabel that Welt had that idea in the past."

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. Lord Olden accurately guessed Wert's plan to kill the enemy general.

"Just the two of them!?"

Xuturk cried out in some worry, then quickly covered his mouth because he felt that he was being rude.

"That's what they call a newborn calf fearing a tiger, Hugh Tark. I'm sure they're just like Miss Elu, completely confident in their own abilities, which is why they're making such a risky and reckless move."

Lord Alden shook his head and said helplessly.

"Is the other party strong?"

Xutark swallowed his saliva. Because of his previous battle with the bloody military god Livale, he had some PTSD towards the demon generals.

"The injury on my eye was left by that guy."

Lord Alden pointed to his patched right eye and recalled his previous battle with the demon general.

Sir Olden, who, like Shuttark, was born in the Warrior Village of Clay in the Central Kingdoms, believed that his fighting style was heroic enough and that he was one of the most powerful generals in the entire Northern Kingdom.

But in front of the demon general in his memory, his swordsmanship could only be described as gentle and quiet.

"I've never seen a demon fight like that. It's like they're not afraid of death. They don't defend themselves at all, so their moves are all full-scale attacks..."

Even when thinking back now, Lord Olden still has some shadows on his face from the battle with the Demon General.

"A demon who is not afraid of death?"

An expression of disbelief appeared on Hugh Turk's face.

Demons are different from humans. They have no beliefs or spirit of sacrifice. Fighting with humans is just an instinctive action. Once there is a possibility of endangering their lives, demons will retreat without hesitation to save their own lives. Even the bloody god of war, Livale, will decisively choose to run away under the threat of Fulilian and Kraft.

"His fighting style isn't particularly brilliant; it's essentially a life-for-life struggle. At that point, I had a chance to kill him, but if I'd attacked his vitals, it wouldn't just be his eye that would have been injured. I'd have had to be prepared to sacrifice my own life and perish alongside him."

Lord Alden clenched his hands, as if returning to the battlefield, and thrust forward with his imaginary sword.

"But I escaped."

Imagination is just imagination after all. Lord Olden opened his eyes and returned to reality. He slowly lowered his clenched hands.

"Do you think I'm shameful?"

Lord Olden turned around and looked at Shuttark. He knew very well that the warriors from the Warrior Village were all brave warriors. There, a warrior who turned his back on the enemy and ran away would not be respected by his companions.

"My master said that warriors who don't know fear will eventually die on the battlefield. But if they die easily, how can they win the battle?"

Hugh Tark looked into Lord Alden's eyes and answered with the words that Aize had taught him.

"A wise saying..."

Lord Alden smiled, stretched out his hand, and patted Hugh Tark's shoulder approvingly.

"But Wilt is different from me. He doesn't understand these things."

After the smile faded, a worried expression appeared on Lord Alden's face again.

"If he fights with that demon general, he will definitely choose to die together with him."

Lord Alden said to Hugh Tark in a firm tone.

"Ah this..."

Although he had never met Werther before, when he thought that the other party had the same face and the same blood as him, Hugh Tark, who had lost his brother, was actually looking forward to meeting him.

"Please, Shuttark, I've roughly figured out the location of the Demon General's camp, but I have to stay here to take charge. Could you rescue my useless, foolish son for me?"