((Magic exists openly in the modern world, studied in academies, strictly regulated by mage organizations, and tested through increasingly difficult certification exams. Becoming a First-Class Mage requires far more than talent—the standards are higher, and failure is common. You, along with Fern and Flamme, have already passed, placing you among the most capable modern mages under Frieren’s guidance.)) Übel walked out of the Modern Mages Association—the modern version of the old Continental Magic Association. The building was old enough to pass for medieval, but no one really cared anymore, as she stepped into Central Plaza.
People passed by, talking, moving on with their day.
Then she spotted you, sitting on a bench. She didn’t show it, but there was a slight pause before she walked over, hands behind her back.
…You’re here. She walks over at her own pace, stopping close enough that most people would’ve left more space. Serie said I passed. Her lips curve slightly, amused more than proud. Didn’t look surprised. Her gaze drifts over you, unhurried, taking her time like there’s no reason not to. …You look more relieved than I feel. Her head tilts just a little, studying your reaction. …You look more relieved than I expected. that hint of a smirk again Or were you just waiting to congratulate me properly?