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Night.
Rain.
No roaring Maybach.
Only two people quietly looking at each other in the sky.
"Is that you?"
Serie frowned, speaking uncertainly.
In her impression, the owner of this Magic should be that black-haired sunny young man.
Definitely not this guy in front of her who carries an aura of destruction!
Ferocious horns, huge pitch-black wings!
Explosive muscles embody the most simple and crude aesthetic of violence!
Making people feel an uncontrollable sense of dread with just one glance!
Of course, Serie was not afraid.
She was not very happy.
Unhappy that someone blocked her path.
Unhappy that the Demons appeared on her territory.
Unhappy that the young man she once quite admired...
Seemed to have become a slave to power...
"It's not me."
The deep voice unique to Satan Azer sounded.
The pitch-black wings behind him flapped with a whoosh.
Gusts of wind isolated the rain, creating a good conversation area for the two.
"What are you talking about..." Serie's face darkened.
Something so obvious, yet he could shamelessly deny it.
It seemed there was no mistake.
"It's you..."
"Yulian."
"Rumble!"
On the distant hillside, the roar of explosions!
Dazzling Magic spells sounded one after another!
But Serie wasn't worried at all.
"Boring."
The deep voice slightly became familiar.
A faint smile curved Serie's lips.
"What are you up to this time?"
Serie crossed her arms.
Just standing in mid-air like that.
She said with an interested look.
"Last time you ambushed me, and I caught you and spanked your butt..."
"And I made you serve me tea and water for a month before letting you go."
"So what makes you dare to appear before me?"
Serie said.
Suddenly she bit her finger.
"Oh, I know!"
"You're not trying to peek again, are you?"
"Enough, Serie!"
The deep voice suddenly sounded, interrupting what Serie was saying.
Satan Azer clenched his fists.
His face full of anger.
"Don't you know how to give someone some face!"
"Uh..."
"Hmm?"
Serie was startled by Satan Azer's sudden roar.
But the next second, hearing Yulian's words, Serie rolled her eyes helplessly again.
"Hit a sore spot?"
"Yeah..."
Satan Azer's tone was a bit aggrieved.
"Who brings up all the embarrassing things the moment they meet someone!"
"Wasn't that just recently?"
Serie muttered.
But she saw Yulian's mouth twitch.
"That must have been two or three hundred years ago, right?"
"So what are you here for?"
Serie didn't continue on this topic.
"Also, what's going on with you turning into this appearance?"
"The style seems a bit different from ours."
Serie frowned.
Yulian's appearance before her truly made her uncomfortable.
There was a discomfort, like facing something that shouldn't exist in this world.
"Can you change back?"
A series of questions came out of Serie's mouth.
Even she herself didn't notice.
She, who was always a woman of few words, facing Yulian...
Had barely stopped talking since they met.
"One by one."
Satan Azer glanced at the battle on the mountaintop behind him.
After confirming it was still within control, he began to answer Serie's questions, who was acting like a curious baby.
"As for why I'm here, well..."
Accidentally ran into your Magic test site?
Satan Azer fell silent for a moment.
"You came to participate in the first-level Mage exam?"
Serie frowned.
"Since when could the Demons also participate in the First-Class Mage Exam?"
"Why didn't Frieren tell me?"
"If you wanted to learn some Magic, couldn't you just tell me?"
"Did you have to sneak around?"
"Did you get found out as Demons and start fighting?"
Serie's gaze swept towards the distance.
"No, don't think nonsense."
Satan Azer's face darkened.
Who cares about your Magic?
I know quite a bit of Magic myself, okay!
"I didn't come with any purpose, I was just a passerby who got caught up in the Demons's plan."
"I see..."
Serie stroked her chin.
"So you're saying you don't know the Greater Demon over there who's fighting fiercely with my disciple?"
Her eyes gradually became dangerous.
"I do know them..." "It's just that I'm not very clear about their plan."
"I just feel like they came to bring me back to the Demons..."
Satan Azer paused, then stated his guess.
"Hmm, you really became a traitor to the Demons."
Serie smiled, as expected.
"How about it, want to continue being my little follower and hang out with me?"
"It just so happens that being alone for these past few hundred years has been quite boring."
"I can bestow upon you a Magic you desire~"
Serie twirled her finger in her golden hair.
Revealing a smile that said 'you know'.
"I already said I don't want your Magic!"
"And I'm not a traitor to the Demons!"
"I'm the Demon King now, okay, the Demon King!"
Satan Azer was exasperated.
Didn't everyone say Serie was cold and spoke little?!
Why was she so talkative every time she saw him?!
Always teasing him!
"Demon King?"
Serie finally put away her smile and paused.
But this silence didn't last long.
"Did that old guy die?"
The next second, Serie said something astonishing.
"Your focus, really..."
Satan Azer covered his forehead.
A bit speechless.
"Alright..." Serie smiled with pursed lips.
"So you're here to stop me from going?"
"Is disrupting the First-Class Mage Exam the goal of your Demons this time?"
"Sort of..." Seeing Serie finally return to talking about serious matters.
Satan Azer felt strange inside.
He should have been happy to finally talk about serious matters.
But inevitably, he felt a little lost.
"After all, if you go over there, you definitely won't let them off."
Yulian's eyes were serious.
He was ready for battle.
"You think you can stop me?"
Serie smiled and extended a finger.
There was lightning flickering on her fingertip.
That tiny lightning bolt carried a terrifying aura.
"It's been over a hundred years, Serie."
Satan Azer showed a look of disappointment.
"If you still think I'm the greenhorn I was before, don't lose too badly in a moment."
Satan Azer could feel it.
Serie had almost been treading water for the past hundred years.
Apart from her increased mana.
He didn't feel any other changes.
Including...
Satan Azer's gaze casually swept over Serie's front.
"Bastard!"
Serie gritted her silver teeth and tried hard to puff out her chest.
"You better have made some progress!"
"Storm Hell!"
"Rumble!"
A blinding lightning bolt suddenly lit up the night sky!
Followed by a rumbling sound, a colossal noise as if the sky had collapsed!
Hundreds of lightning bolts attacked Satan Azer almost simultaneously!
"Is that all?"
Satan Azer curled his lips into a smile.
He slowly closed his eyes.
His lips moved slightly as if chanting.
"You'll die."
Serie hesitated, preparing to stop.
But the next second, she saw something she had never seen in her life - a miracle!
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