What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?

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Although the high fever continued to plague her body, she felt a warm glow in her heart, as if all the pain and troubles had gone with the wind, leaving only this pure and beautiful emotion flowing slowly in her heart. She even felt a little reluctant to recover.

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"...Is this a family of three: a father, a mother, and a daughter?"

Yubel stood to the side, watching the two of them take care of Philen, his expression quite subtle.

It wasn't just a joke; she genuinely felt that image was there, a rather happy family of three.

Upon hearing this, the three of them, though somewhat disapproving, decided to ignore this clueless fellow for the time being.

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After a day of rest, and another full day of sleep the next day, when Philen awoke from the gentle embrace of her dreams, the sky was already draped in a magnificent cloak of sunset.

She slowly sat up, stretching her muscles and feeling the new vitality surging within her. An indescribable sense of happiness and satisfaction welled up in her heart.

Looking around, the two people who were most important to her were sitting quietly to the side, immersed in the world of the book.

An indescribable sense of happiness made her want to hug the two of them tightly, without hesitation.

"Is everything alright now?" Ash looked up, walked to the bedside, and reached out to touch his forehead to check his temperature. Then, he reached out uncertainly and pressed his hand on the forehead of Frillie, who had followed him.

"...Why did you try mine too?" Frillie didn't resist, but she seemed a little annoyed.

"Since you're all girls, your body temperatures should be about the same, so let's try it... It should be fine now?"

"Yes! I have fully recovered, thank you... Lady Frilian, Lady Ash."

Despite the overwhelming urge to express her feelings, Philon managed to restrain herself and thanked the two with a perfect smile.

“That’s good.” Frilian responded with a smile, while Ash gently stroked Philon’s head and said in a tone that was both affectionate and slightly worried, “However, you still need to rest for a while longer. After all, the assessment for a Level 1 Mage is still a long way off.”

"But you can register, by the way, I've already registered, you know?" Yubel, who had been observing them from the side, reminded them while crossing his legs, "And normally it's better to register earlier."

“Then let’s go register first… Besides, lying here all this time feels like my body is about to fall apart.” Philon stretched his hands, then looked at the two of them with a hint of worry and asked, “Lord Ash and Lady Frilian, you didn’t secretly register first, did you?”

Why are you suddenly acting like you're worried about a child going to school alone?

“Of course I’d worry, and… when I went to the magic academy before, Lord Ash only took me once.” Speaking of this, Philon felt a little embarrassed, but couldn’t help looking at Ash and softly complaining, “Back then, I was really scared!”

“Ash.” Frilian looked up and stared at him.

The two men's accusing gazes felt like a boomerang, decades overdue, had struck him in a vital spot. He clutched his stomach, feeling a sharp pain: "You didn't say anything, how was I supposed to know you were scared? Ah, um, of course I know it's my fault, but... uh, never mind, anyway it's my fault, but..."

"What? What other excuse are you trying to come up with?" Frillie's gaze suddenly turned stern.

"How could that be? It's not that I don't want to sign up or anything, it's just that the exam requires a level 5 or higher mage qualification, and I've never taken any qualification exams."

“In that case… I don’t have any either.” His sudden condition startled Frilian, who then turned her gaze to Philon: “Philan, you go by yourself. Now it’s up to you or Yubel. If you succeed, we can still head north.”

"No—! Lady Frilian, I definitely can't do it alone, and Lady Yubel might also fail!"

"No, you can."

"No way! If I don't pass the exam, the next time won't be for another three years."

"Then let's hire a level one mage, since we're not qualified anyway."

"No! That would mean another day without snacks! If all else fails, there's always Lord Ash. Doesn't he know some important people in this country?"

Philon, who had an unusual obsession with desserts, was unwilling to compromise on this. She grabbed Frillie, whose face was full of reluctance, and then looked sharply at Ash, who was about to jump out of the window to escape. She frowned and said, "Ash... what are you doing? Why are you so resistant to the assessment?"

"It's not that I'm against the assessment, it's just that I'm a little..."

"Alright! Come on over, let's go to the Magic Association together!"

Philen ignored his explanation and quickly stepped forward to grab his hand.

With one hand on Ash and the other on Frillian, they forcibly dragged the two towards the Magic Association.

Yubel, who had been observing the whole situation from his chair, watched the three leave with a smug expression, thinking to himself, "I feel like the positions have been reversed again~ These guys... they're getting more and more interesting."

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The core area of ​​the magical city.

The Magic Association branch, occupying a vast area, has an entrance with imposing, wide steps that lead visitors into a magnificent hall that seems to be a recreation of an ancient temple.

Behind it, a pristine white tower stands proudly, like a guardian's sword pointing straight to the sky, adding to the overall magnificent landscape and symbolizing the endless pursuit and exploration of magical knowledge.

Even the gate leading to the mysterious world is like a replica of the gate of an ancient castle, with intricate and delicate carvings. Every line exudes extraordinary craftsmanship and a magnificent aura, making it clear at a glance that this place is no ordinary place.

The entire branch has a magnificent and imposing appearance, and it is in no way inferior to the main branch of the Holy City. It can be described as a magnificent building in its own right.

"What a surprise... Does this branch really receive as much support from the kingdom as rumored?"

Looking at the branch he had never had the chance to visit before, Philen couldn't help but be convinced that the Magic Association must have an extraordinary relationship with the higher-ups of the Kingdom of Esther, and subconsciously turned his gaze to Ash.

But Ash didn't notice the gaze. He just stared at the magnificent building in front of him, shook his head and sighed, "It cost a lot of money, so of course it looks grand... After all, it's not her own money that's being spent, so of course she doesn't intend to be frugal."

"Why do you say it's as if it's your money being spent?" Frilian turned her head curiously.

"Uh... let's get this over with quickly." Ash realized he'd said too much, so he silently quickened his pace, stepped onto the stairs, and left the two behind.

Before he could leave the two of them far behind, he almost bumped into a familiar girl at the intersection.

The girl had long, pale blonde hair and emotionless, reddish-brown eyes. Despite her petite stature, she exuded an undeniable presence.

Her long hair added to her soft and charming appearance, like a kitten just waking up from a dream, with a touch of laziness and cuteness, making people want to get closer and tease her.

Image: "Zanze", Location: "Images/1725045567-100409035-112070408.jpg"

And so, the loli-like girl in the blue and white dress, Zanze, has not changed at all since Ash first met her, and more than ten years have passed without leaving a trace of time on her.

When I first met her, she was already a Level 1 mage, and now she should be considered a very senior Level 1 mage.

But her unchanging appearance and figure made Ash suspect that there was a magic in the world that could make people stay young and unchanged.

When she noticed him, this mature woman, who usually gave off the impression of a naive and quiet little girl, widened her eyes in surprise and, unusually, revealed a faint smile in front of others.

"Lord Ash, it's been a long time... I'm so glad to see you."

"Me too, Zanze, how have you been lately?" Ash smiled knowingly as he saw the cute little girl and reached out to run his hand through her slightly messy hair.

"Thanks to you, things have been going well lately."

Zanze narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little uncomfortable, but surprisingly did not flinch away; his face showed only a hint of annoyance.

This sight caused all the passing mages to stare in astonishment.

After all, they had never seen this taciturn, aloof first-level mage before, being patted on the head, especially by a man they had never seen before.

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As Ash has been doing the same thing as before, he often goes back to the royal capital, the Demon King's castle, and even this branch without telling Frilian and the others, so he runs into Zanze from time to time.

Because they had known each other for a long time, Ash only regarded her as a slightly quiet but very cute junior.

After all, considering that all first-level mages are Seria's apprentices, Zanze is indeed his junior sister, and a junior sister of a very junior generation.

Zanze himself acknowledged this relationship, after all, the other party was not only his senior brother, but also had saved him when Seria was acting recklessly, and had taken good care of him.

Therefore, she did not resist his behavior as if he were treating her as a junior, and would even humbly ask him for advice on magic whenever she had the chance.

Now Zanze was letting him touch his hair, and then, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a book and looked up at him, gazing at him from below.

"...I still haven't understood the formula you gave me last time. If you have time, could you please teach me? Or...are you leaving soon again, like last time?"

"No, no, I definitely have time this time, since I plan to stay here a bit longer."

"Really? That's...that's great." Zanze nodded slightly with a calm expression that left no room for interpretation.

The conversation between the two ended there... If it were someone else, they might have felt a bit uncomfortable, but Ash was used to her attitude.

At least now he understands that Zanze is simply not good with words and doesn't know what to say next.

The Burial of Frilian: The Officially Beginning Journey: Chapter Twenty-Two - Zanze: Humanity Indeed Has Limits - The Dark Side of the Magic Association (5k)

Normally, when the conversation reached this point, and Zanze had fallen silent, Ash would have arranged a time to meet again to avoid making Zanze feel awkward, thus ending the conversation. But...

He also intended to use insider connections to cheat his way into becoming a Level 1 mage, so after a moment's hesitation, he spoke: "...Zanze."

"What's wrong?"

“Um… I mean… cough…” He hesitated, which was unusual for him, leaving Zanze puzzled: “Are you feeling unwell? Shall I go and call the priest over?”

"—No, no!"

Seeing that Zanze's legs were about to leave the ground and she was about to fly away, Ash quickly reached out and pressed her head down, pushing her back down.

Although most of the people around him were eccentric and thought differently from ordinary people, which bothered him a bit, he didn't intend to care about that now. Instead, he half-squatted down so that his gaze was level with hers and asked softly:

"I need the identity of a Level 1 Mage. Could you please give me some identification?"

"Is this proof of identity as a Level 1 Mage?"

"Correct."

"Why?" The strange request made Zanze blink his languid eyes and tilt his head unconsciously. "Do you still need that kind of thing?"

"There are various reasons for this. Are you in charge this year?"