Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 6 Celie, A Clumsy Lie

With Frilian's help, the clone immediately found itself in trouble.

Its twin swords moved with impenetrable speed, but one had to dodge the penetrating magic in time.

But in the instant it dealt with the ranged attack, Lynn had already closed in.

"Got you?"

Lynn abandoned his defense, crossed his two swords, and slashed down with overwhelming force.

This strike represented the utmost power he could muster at the moment.

boom!

The clones' twin swords were blasted away the moment they made contact.

Lynn's sword slid down and cut deeply into his opponent's chest.

"Now! Frillie!"

Lynn roared.

A glint of light flashed in Frilian's usually calm eyes, and a pure white light burst forth from the tip of her staff.

puff!

The white light pierced precisely through Lynn's incision and penetrated the clone.

Splash!

The replica shattered completely, turning into countless black fragments that drifted through the dim royal tomb.

Lynn sheathed his sword, his hands trembling slightly.

This kind of high-intensity burst is still somewhat beyond his current capabilities.

"Are you alright?"

Laofen walked over and looked at him with concern.

"fine."

Lynn exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at Frillie, and blurted out, "Thanks, old man."

Frillie frowned instantly, clearly disliking being told she was old.

"If you call me an old man again, I'll do this..."

As she spoke, she raised her staff and shattered the Water Mirror Demon with a single blow.

……

three days later.

Oisaster, the Magic Association.

The notification for the third round of exams has been issued, and all candidates who passed the second round have gathered in the spacious waiting hall.

"The examiner for this exam will be the Grand Mage Celia herself."

The young man wearing glasses, Falshu, spoke.

The moment the name was uttered, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Celia.

A living legend.

Elves, who have survived since the age of mythology, possess almost all the magic in human history and are hailed as the closest beings to being omniscient and omnipotent.

"This is troublesome."

Frillie muttered to herself.

Lynn was standing at the back of the crowd, which was not surprising.

That's how it is in the original story.

Celia only took on the exam on a whim because of Frilian's participation.

The test was simple and straightforward—an interview.

Or rather, it's simply a matter of whether I like you or not.

"The exam will be held in the courtyard. You will be called one by one in order of your number."

After announcing the rules, Falshu stepped aside.

The candidates then entered one by one according to their numbers.

The first few candidates who went in all failed.

Even Rabindranath and Connie came out with long faces.

Fear is spreading.

This kind of exam, which has no standards and depends entirely on the examiner's mood, is more despairing than facing monsters in a maze.

"...Frilian"

"Next, Philon."

"Next……"

"Next, Lynn."

Falci read out the names one by one.

Lynn straightened his collar and positioned the two swords at his waist.

It's finally my turn.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a rich floral fragrance wafted out.

The courtyard is filled with blooming flowers, each vying for attention, and in the center is a meticulously manicured lawn.

At the end of the lawn, a petite figure sat cross-legged on a stone platform.

She looked like an elven girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her long, golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, reaching all the way to the ground.

She was wearing a simple white sleeveless robe, revealing her slender, rounded shoulders.

She wasn't wearing shoes.

Those fair and delicate little feet did not directly touch the stone surface, but floated in the air, maintaining a seemingly casual yet divine sitting posture.

It was Celia, an ancient relic who had lived for an unknown amount of time.

Lynn walked into the courtyard and stopped ten meters away from her.

The air here becomes viscous.

Even though Celia didn't release any pressure, the difference in their life levels still made people instinctively want to submit.

Celia rested her chin on her hand, her pale golden eyes lazily sweeping over Lynn.

There was no emotion whatsoever.

It's like looking at a weed or a stone.

"warrior?"

Celia's voice was cold and clear. "This is the examination hall for mages. Who gave you permission to bring a knife in?"

"The association stipulates that anyone who knows magic can participate, and there is no rule against bringing a knife."

Lynn was neither humble nor arrogant.

Celia tapped her cheeks lightly with her fingers.

"Boring."

She withdrew her gaze. "You don't have the proper aura of a mage; you reek of blood and rust. You're unqualified. Step down."

Lynn did not move.

Since he was already there, he didn't intend to leave empty-handed.

Philon was able to pass because he saw through the magical fluctuations.

Although he didn't have Philon's abnormal talent for sensing magic, he had read the script.

If you just memorize Philon's lines, you should be able to pass.

After all, the result is what matters most.

"Lady Seriai."

Lynn stepped forward, looking directly at the progenitor of magic. "Before you make your judgment, I must say that your magic... is wavering."

The air condensed.

Celia stopped tapping her cheek with her fingers.

She slowly turned her head, and for the first time, her previously empty golden eyes gained focus.

That was the chill of being offended.

Did you win the bet?

Or did I make the wrong bet?

Celia stared at him for a full five seconds.

Then, I laughed.

This was not a smile of appreciation, but a cold laugh tinged with mockery and contempt.

"shake?"

Celia leaned forward, her bare feet landing slowly as she walked step by step toward Lynn.

Until she stood in front of Lynn, her delicate, doll-like face was less than half a meter away from him.

"You can't see the limits of my magic at all."

Celia directly exposed Lynn's disguise.

"There is no reflection of magic in your eyes."

"You are a warrior, and you may have learned some rudimentary magic, but you know nothing about the nature of magic, and you don't even know that you are under some kind of troublesome spell."

Celia raised her head, her golden eyes seeming to read everything.

"But that's what's interesting..."

Celia extended a slender, pale finger and gently touched Lynn's heart.

"If you can't see, why did you say that?"

"Who told you that?"

A dangerous smile played on Celia's lips. "Frilian? No, that idiot wouldn't teach anyone to cheat."

"Is it that little girl with purple hair? It doesn't seem like it."

Seria leaned close to Lynn's ear and whispered softly.

"No matter what, it takes a lot of guts to try and get away with such a clumsy lie."

"but……"

Celia changed the subject.

"Since you have access to information at that level, it means you have some skills."

"I don't hate ambitious people, nor do I hate liars, as long as their liaisons are clever enough."

"But unfortunately, your scam is terrible."

Celia closed her eyes again, waved her hand, and said, "Unqualified."

Lynn stood there, his palms sweating profusely.

This is going in...not right.

Also, what does it mean to be under some kind of troublesome magic? Does it mean being transported to this world by a goddess's magic?