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Infinite Mage Chapter 82: The Battle of the Mages (2)

Chapter 82: The Battle of the Mages (2)

Sensing⁠ killing intent, Ethella‍⁠ turned to the​‌‍ side. From the‌ darkness in the‍⁠⁠ air, a shadow​‍​ lunged at incredible‍‍​ speed, striking her​​‍ chin.

A fist?

Dozens⁠​ of shadow fists‍‍ then flew towards⁠⁠ her. Ethella crouched,​⁠ guarding her vitals‌ with her arms.‍ Despite the dull​‌ thuds echoing in‌‍‍ the mountains, she⁠​‍ stood firm, as‍‌‌ if rooted to​​⁠ the ground.

Oh?​‌‌ She withstands this⁠‍​ too?

Any‍​⁠ ordinary person would⁠‌ have had their‍⁠⁠ bones shattered by​‍ now, but Ethella’s⁠​⁠ eyes, visible through‌‌‌ her guard, were‍‍ still clear.

I acknowledge your toughness,​‍‌ but let’s end‍‌‌ this.

Shadow⁠​‍ hands appeared from⁠⁠ all sides, grabbing​ the groggy Ethella.‌ Her limbs were‌‍ stretched out as‍‌⁠ the Might of‍‌ Darkness tightened its‍‌ grip on her⁠‌​ wrists and ankles.⁠ Her large glasses‍ were tilted, cracked,‍ and blood streamed‍‌⁠ from her lips.⁠

Arcane⁠⁠ cast Poison Cutter.⁠ It was a Triple Mix magic,‍‌‌ much more complex⁠ than fusion magic,⁠‌​ infusing rotation with​ the darkness and​‍ adding poison.

The‍‍⁠ magic, sharp as‍ a blade, cut​ through the air,‍‍‌ rushing towards her.‍ Sensing the instant-death​‍ spell, Ethella exerted‌‍ all her strength‌‍⁠ to sever the​‍‍ shadows, took a deep breath, and​‍ screamed.

Aaaaaaaah!​

The‌ high-frequency roar, knocking‍ down bushes as⁠​⁠ it raced through,‌‍​ shattered Arcanes darkness‍ like smoke.

It‌​ was the Pama’s‍ Shout, a technique‍‍⁠ of the monks.⁠‌

Karsis‍‍‍ Yung, an ancestor‍⁠⁠ of the Karsis‍​⁠ Order, once said​‌​ that awakening of​‍​ the human spirit⁠‍ comes with a resounding roar. Pama’s⁠⁠ Shout was a righteous method that⁠‍ broke evil magic⁠‌​ with a roar,‌‌ similar to a sinner startled by​ thunder.

Buried​ in the roar,⁠​⁠ Arcane shuddered. His​​‍ skin tingled, and⁠ his hair stood​‍ on end. He‌ had rarely encountered‌ Pama’s Shout in​‌​ his 130 years​‍​ of life, and‌‍ now it was‌⁠‌ used by a woman barely in‌ her mid-twenties.

Hahaha,​‌ this is why​ I can’t leave⁠‌‌ this business.

The‌‍ greatest talent brandishes⁠‌ the spirit honed⁠‌ to the extreme‍‍ like a master‌‌‍ sword.

What⁠‍⁠ an interesting affair.‍‍

Someone‍ will die, and‌‍⁠ someone will survive.‌⁠​

Through‍​‌ endless destruction, creation,‍⁠ and re-creation, magic‌⁠‍ evolves, doesn’t it?‍​

Indeed.‍​ Surely.

Arcane⁠‍‍ cast Poison Cutter‌‍ again. Seeing her‌‌ chance, Ethella, grasping⁠‍​ her ankle, severed‍⁠⁠ the Might of‍​ Darkness and cast⁠‌‌ Spatial Warp. As‍​ she flew away⁠‌⁠ like a bending​‌ flash, the Poison‍‍‌ Cutter passed through‍⁠‌ the afterimage of‍‍⁠ light.

Phew.‌

Arcane‍ whistled. The humiliation‌‍​ of retreat is​⁠ great for the‍ strong, but the⁠ ability to retreat​‌ without hesitation is‌‍ also crucial in‍ battle.

Arcane⁠⁠ walked towards where​⁠ Ethella had stood.‌​‍ There was blood‌⁠ on the ground⁠​ she hadn’t completely​‍ dodged the attack.‍⁠⁠ If the poison‍ had seeped in,⁠‌​ she couldn’t have⁠‍‌ gone far.

That‍​‍ cheeky lady will​⁠​ have a hard‍​⁠ time.

Arcane​‍‌ was delighted to‌‌‍ meet a formidable⁠​ foe after 40⁠‌⁠ years. He had‌‌ encountered a genius​ with a trinity‍‌ of a Zoner’s‍ Spirit Zone, hand-to-hand‍‌‌ combat to sever‍​​ the Might of‌⁠ Darkness, and the‍ noble spirit of‍ a monk.

A certified 6th-grade magician,⁠‍ wasn’t it?

Her​​​ rank was certainly​​ high for her⁠ age, but geniuses‌ don’t conform to‌‍ societal standards. If​‍ not bound by‌ her duties as⁠‌ a teacher and‌​ seeker, Ethella’s rank‍⁠ would have been‌ much higher.

Alpheas⁠‍ Myrhe. That brat​‌‍ is respected?

Arcane‍‍⁠ looked up sadly.‌ As his mental​ control released, the‌‌⁠ trees straightened, revealing‌​ the darkened sky.‍

Arent​‌‌ you ashamed, Alpheas?​​ To be respected‌‌ by someone superior‍ to you. What‌⁠ a tragic reality.​⁠

Lamenting​​ his disciple’s incompetence,⁠​ Arcane slowly walked‍​ away. The darkness‌‌ spread on the⁠⁠​ forest floor, showing​​​ him the path‍ to take.

Damn​‍​ it! Where could‍​ he be?

Thadd‍ grew increasingly anxious.‌​ Alpheas was not‌‍ at the lodge‍​ where he was​‌‍ sure to be.‌⁠‍ If he hadn’t​ been captured by​ the enemy, there​​⁠ was only one​‍​ place left.

Master!‌‍

He‌​ burst into the⁠ headmaster’s office. But‌⁠ Alpheas was not‍‌ there either.

Thadd⁠⁠ didn’t give up‌ and examined the⁠ books on the⁠ shelves. He knew​ that Alpheas had‌​​ set up a personal space here‍‌⁠ long ago.

There​​⁠ must be a mechanism. I cant⁠​ go through all‍‍‌ the books.

His​​ gaze quickly caught‌​​ a book. Titled‍‌‍ ‘Perceiving Darkness,’ it‍‍ stood out among⁠​‌ the old magic⁠ tomes. Knowing his⁠‌ master’s past, Thadd⁠⁠ was sure it‌ was a portal‌⁠ directly connected to‌ Alpheas’s memories.

Pulling‍ the top of‌‌ the book, a heavy mechanism turned,‍‍​ splitting the bookshelf‍⁠ sideways. A tunnel​‌‌ with stairs leading​​ downwards was revealed‌⁠​ behind the wall.‍

As⁠​ Thadd descended the‌⁠ stairs, the tilted‌​ book returned to⁠ its place, closing​ the bookshelf. He⁠⁠ opened an iron‌‍​ door, revealing a small room with​‍ a crystal lamp.‌‌​ Numerous items were​​ displayed on an⁠​ old shelf, looking⁠⁠‌ antique enough to‍‍‌ be in a vintage store.

A portrait of a woman hung on​‍‍ the wall. She‍⁠⁠ wasn’t strikingly beautiful‌‍ but had a gentle and modest‌ appearance.

That⁠⁠​ must be her⁠

Thadd‌‌ gazed at the​​ portrait, lost in‍‌ thought. Alpheas’s words‌‌‍ were true. Her⁠ eyes seemed to​‍ possess a magical‍ power that drew‌ people in.

Who’s‍‍ there?

Startled,‌‍‍ Thadd turned around.​‍⁠ Alpheas was sitting⁠ on a chair⁠⁠ in the corner,​ leaning on his‍ knees. His face,​ twisted in anger‍‍‍ and confusion, was‌‌ unlike his usual‌‌ self.

Master!⁠‌ Youre safe!

You…‌​⁠ seem to know‌‌⁠ me.

Thadd‍​‍ stopped as he​‌‌ approached, understanding the‍ situation from Alpheas’s‌​ words.

Youve​ lost your memory.⁠‍

Like​ other teachers, Alpheas‍⁠‌ must have been​‌‌ affected by Arcane’s‌ magic. But as⁠‍ a certified 4th-grade‍‌ magician, he had‍‍ taken measures before‌‌ completely losing his‌ memory and sought‌ refuge here.

Hearing​​‍ Thadd’s words, Alpheas‍⁠ approached a bronze‍‌ mirror, examining himself‍‍‌ with a serious‍​‍ expression.

Hmm.⁠‍⁠ Lost my memory,⁠‌​ have I? I thought I had​⁠​ suddenly come to‍​ the future. Anyway,‌⁠ it’s quite annoying‌⁠​ to see my​‌ 18-year-old face turn⁠‍ into an old⁠​ mans.

Thadd’s⁠ eyes widened. 18‍⁠ years old meant⁠ about 40 years​ of his life‍‌ had been blocked.‌ If Alpheas hadnt​ been so rational,⁠ he might have​‌ gone mad by⁠ now.

Yes,‍‌‍ lost memory Perhaps⁠​‌ it’s for the​‌ best. At least⁠‌​ I haven’t been‍ robbed of my​‍⁠ life. But where‍‍ is this? What​⁠ happened that I lost my memory?⁠​‌

A magician cast dark⁠ magic to harm⁠​‍ you, Master. You⁠​‌ narrowly escaped it.‌

Telling‍ a person who‌ lost their memory‌​‌ that might only‌ increase their anxiety,‍‍‌ but Alpheas seemed‍⁠ unperturbed.

Really?​‌ How old am‍ I now?

Uh,‍‍ you’re sixty-three.

Sixty-three,‍ huh. So, what‌‌ have I become?‌

Pardon?​

I’m‌‍⁠ asking what magical⁠‍ achievements I’ve made.​​⁠

Ah,⁠‌​ well, you’re known⁠​ for your noble​​​ character and currently⁠‌ serve as the‍​‌ headmaster of a magic academy.

Alpheas‍​⁠ showed a look⁠‍ of disbelief. The​ genius known as‍‍⁠ the light of‌‌ the Myrhe family,​ teaching others? Considering⁠ his personality, it‌‌‍ seemed impossible.

So‍ you’re saying I became a teacher?⁠‍

Yes.‍‌​ Everyone follows and‍​ respects you, Master.​

Puhahaha!⁠ Puhahaha!

Alpheas⁠ burst into a mad laughter. Initially,‌⁠ he was annoyed⁠​ by his sudden​ aging, but after​ learning he had​ lost his memory,‌​ he stopped caring.‍ The thought of‍​ hearing about his‌ accomplishments was even‌⁠ exciting.

I must have matured‌⁠ quite a bit.‍⁠ A headmaster, huh.​⁠ Then, is this​ place a palace?​⁠‌ Has the prince‍‍​ ascended to the​‌⁠ throne?

Thadd​​​ became anxious. Even‌⁠ for a rational‍ person like Alpheas,‍ bridging a gap⁠ of 40 years‍ was not trivial.‌⁠

This‌‍⁠ is a private‍​ academy. It’s the‍‌‍ Alpheas Magic Academy,‍‍‍ which you established‌‍ yourself.

Private?⁠⁠‌

Alpheas’s‌‌ expression crumpled. A genius like him‍ should have at​⁠ least been teaching​‌ royalty. But private?‌​ What happened in‌​ these 40 years?​‌

…What‍⁠ grade am I?​​

Pardon?⁠ Oh, thats…

Thadd‍​‍ hesitated. The records⁠​ proved how great‍‍ Alpheas was in‍ his youth. He‍​‍ lacked the courage‌ to honestly reveal‌ the current reality.⁠‍​

Out‌‍⁠ with it! What‌‍ grade am I?‍​ You said Im‍‌​ sixty-three, right? So,‌⁠ am I grade​​ 1? Or grade⁠‍ 2?

Thadd,​​‌ looking guilt-ridden, replied⁠‌⁠ softly.

Youre⁠‍ grade 4

Alpheas⁠⁠ staggered. The shock‌​ was too much⁠‍ for his aged‍ body. But soon,‍‍⁠ he couldn’t contain‌ his burning anger​ and raged furiously.⁠‍

What​ the hell did​‍⁠ I do! Idiot!⁠⁠‍ Pathetic fool!

Alpheas‌ hit his head,‍ reproaching himself. With​ the talent given‌​ by God, he⁠‍ should have been‌‌​ at least 2nd​ grade after 40‌ years. But 4th‍ grade?

What‌ happened? What foolish‍​⁠ life had he​⁠ led to end‍ up like this?‍

He⁠​ needed to know‍⁠ his past. Everything.‍​‍ Determined, Alpheas glared​​‌ at Thadd.

You‌⁠‌ can undo dark​ magic, right? You‍⁠​ said you’re my‌ disciple, so you‍ must know Photon​‍ Magic?

Yes.‌ I’m not sure‍⁠⁠ how long it⁠ will take, but‌​​ with your help,‌⁠ it should be‍​ possible. But

Thadd​​‍ suddenly realized.

Could‌ this be not​ a curse, but​⁠ a blessing?

Alpheas​⁠⁠ had lived with‍‌ guilt for 40⁠ years due to⁠​ a mistake in⁠ his youth. If‌​​ losing his memory​ could cleanse his‍ past, it would‍⁠ erase a lifetime‍ of regret.

Master,‍ do you really​ need to regain‌‌‍ your memory?

What?​‌‌ What are you‍‌‌ talking about? Its⁠ my memory, of​​ course, I need⁠​ it back. There‍​ must have been‍⁠​ a problem. Even​‍ now, I can‌​ still reach higher‌ realms if corrected.​‍​

Master.⁠‌‍ I know it’s‌‌⁠ hard to accept.‌ The light of‌‍ the Myrhe family,‍ known for divine​‍ talent, just a 4th-grade headmaster. But⁠‍⁠ that’s why I urge you not​‌ to. You made⁠‍⁠ a grave mistake,⁠​​ Master, and suffered‌​ for 40 years.‍​ It’s time for‍​​ you to be‌ free. Maybe this⁠⁠ is a pardon‍⁠ from God?

Alpheas,‍⁠​ reverted to 18,​⁠‌ knew how past‍‍ wounds could torment‍‍ life. If such‌⁠‍ things really happened,‍‍ accepting and living⁠‍ with them was​ an option.

Roaming​⁠‍ the room in‌‍ thought, Alpheas suddenly⁠‌ noticed the portrait⁠​‍ on the wall.‍⁠​

Whos‍‍⁠ that woman? Isnt‍​ this my room?‌‍​

It‌‍ is your room,‍‍‍ Master.

Really?​‍‍ I hung that⁠ picture? Shes not⁠ even beautiful, and⁠‍‌ her eyes look‌ dim. Like a simpleton.

Thadd‌⁠​ was overwhelmed with​‍⁠ emotion. Knowing who‍ she was to​ Alpheas, he couldnt​ contain his sorrow.‌‌

Master,‌ you shouldnt say‍⁠‍ that. She is…⁠​

Alpheas‌‌ turned away from‌‍ the portrait with​‍​ a look of‍ irritation. Nothing made⁠‌‍ sense to him.‌‌‍

Ill‍​‍ regain my memory.‍​ This future is​‍ too far off‍⁠ from my plans.‍​‌ I need to‌‍​ know what happened.⁠

Please⁠‌⁠ reconsider, Master. Life‌ is

Hey,‍⁠ you.

Alpheas‍‍ interrupted Thadd with‌ a haughty look.⁠ Thadd realized there‌​ was no falsehood⁠‌⁠ in his master’s​​ words. This was‌ the young Alpheas.‍‍‍

You‍‍ said Im your​⁠ master?

Yes.‍‍ Its been an⁠ honor, and Im‌ always grateful.

Then⁠​‍ consider yourself expelled‌ as of today.​

What?​

Alpheas​ was serious. He⁠‍ was Alpheas of‌⁠ the Myrhe family,​‍‍ losing 40 years​ of memory without​‌⁠ batting an eye,‌‌‍ a paragon of​ intellect.

Whats‍ so important about⁠‌ regaining past memories?‌ I dont need‍‍⁠ a pathetic disciple⁠​ like you.

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