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Infinite Mage Chapter 88: Battle of Wits (3)

Chapter 88: Battle of Wits (3)

Anyone​‌⁠ immersed in the⁠‍⁠ world of magic​⁠ would recognize Alpheas‍​⁠ as a man‍‍ chosen by the⁠‍ gods. The problem‌⁠ was his tendency​‌ to flaunt his​​‌ talent indiscriminately, regardless⁠‌ of time and‍​⁠ place.

Once‌ embroiled in a debate, he would‌‍⁠ see it through⁠‍ to the end,‌⁠⁠ relentlessly digging into‌⁠ even the slightest​⁠⁠ mistake made by​‌​ his opponent to‌ extract an admission‍‌ of defeat.

Only‌‌​ a few, like‍‌⁠ Klumph, knew that⁠ Alpheas’s actions weren’t‌⁠‌ driven by malice.⁠‍ He wasn’t arrogant;⁠⁠‌ he was simply​​ too passionate, which⁠ often exhausted others.⁠​​

In​‍⁠ truth, Alpheas would⁠ graciously acknowledge his‍‍ own mistakes and⁠⁠ celebrate the victory‌‌‍ of others. The‍​ problem was, such⁠ instances were rare.⁠​

Alpheas,‌ seemingly bored even‍ while waiting for​ his beer, wandered​​‌ around the tables⁠ engaging with others.​‍​ Klumph watched him,​⁠ worried about potential⁠ trouble but too⁠ drained to intervene.‌‌​

“Saroph!⁠‌⁠ You’re having a drink in broad⁠ daylight?”

Alpheas‌⁠ greeted Saroph, a native of the​‍​ capital and one⁠‌ of his few‌ rivals. Although always‍‌ defeated in debates,​‌ Saroph was considered‌ the most promising​ in the photon​ field if Alpheas‌⁠‍ were out of‌‌ the picture. Saroph’s‌‌⁠ feelings towards Alpheas⁠⁠‌ were understandably complex,‌‍ but Alpheas, unfazed,‍ approached him.

“Right,‌ Saroph, I heard‍‍‌ you submitted a paper to the‌⁠ palace recently? I read a bit‍‍ of it, quite‍⁠ interesting.”

“What?‌‍‌ Why did you​ read my paper?”⁠⁠

“Isn’t⁠‍ it obvious? I’m​⁠ also specialized in‍⁠ photons, and the​⁠‌ royal librarian is⁠ my avid follower.⁠ Anyway, I enjoyed‍‍ it.”

Saroph‍ brightened at the‌ praise but Alpheas‍‍ didn’t stop there.​​

“But​‍ there was one⁠⁠​ error. About the​ wave nature of​ light. That’s a clearly wrong theory.”‍

“What‌​‌ are you talking⁠⁠ about? Light being⁠‍ a wave is‍‌ a fact proven​ by experiments.”

“That⁠‍ may be, but⁠ I disagree. Recent​​ experiments suggest that⁠ light cannot be‌​⁠ explained by wave‌ theory alone. Perhaps‌​ light is closer⁠ to particles.”

“Hah!⁠‍ Alpheas, now you​ resort to gossip?‌ Critics have pointed​‍ out errors in‍⁠⁠ particle theory experiments!⁠​ If light is‍‍ a particle, how⁠ do you explain​‍​ its wave nature?‌‌ They’re completely different‍​ concepts!”

The‍​​ debate over light⁠ being a particle‍ or a wave⁠⁠ was a hot⁠⁠ issue in Alpheas’s‍‍ time. Although wave‌ theory was prevalent,‍​‍ some scholars, including‌⁠‍ Alpheas, continually challenged​ it.

“Do⁠‍ you really trust‌​⁠ those critics? I’ve‍‍ seen the documents⁠​​ about errors in‍ particle experiments too.‍​‌ But their approach‍ wasn’t scientific. Isn’t⁠​‌ that the real‌⁠ error?”

Saroph,‍⁠ already suffering from⁠‍‍ insomnia due to​ his paper, was⁠ infuriated by Alpheas’s⁠​ provocation.

“Enough!​‍ Who asked for​​‍ your opinion? If‌‍​ you’re so confident,‌⁠ why don’t you​⁠‍ publish your nonsense⁠‌​ and amuse the‍⁠ world!”

“I’m‍​ concerned, that’s why‌ I’m saying this.‌ Even if it’s​ rejected now, you⁠⁠​ can improve it​‌‌ later, right? What⁠⁠‍ matters isn’t the​‌​ paper but realizing⁠​⁠ the truth.”

Unable​‌⁠ to bear it⁠‍‌ anymore, Saroph exploded.⁠

“Get​ lost! I won’t​​‌ even talk to‌⁠​ you anymore!”

Alpheas‌⁠ returned to his‌​‍ table, unfazed by‍ the conflict. He‍ saw debates with‍‌ rivals as mutually‌ beneficial.

But⁠⁠‍ Klumph worried for​ him.

They​⁠⁠ first met at⁠ a Bashuka inn.‍⁠ It had been‌ a year since‍​‍ Klumph came to⁠‍ the capital from​‌‌ Creas and joined⁠ Alpheas.

Frankly,⁠‌​ Alpheas was unpopular.⁠‌‌ If even Klumph,​​ a swordsman, thought‌⁠‌ so, imagine the⁠‌​ feelings of rival‍​ mages?

“Alpheas,‍⁠ are you looking​‌ for a fight?⁠ If others can’t‍ do it, just‍‍ leave it at⁠ that. Why must‌⁠‍ you correct them?”​‍

“There’s​‌​ no ‘others’ in⁠​ this. Wrong is‍‍‍ wrong, and it‍​‌ should be corrected.‍‍⁠ That’s true intellect.”⁠

“Really⁠‌ now. Do you‌​ know what people‍​ call you? ‘Proud​⁠‍ Alpheas.’ That’s your‍⁠‌ nickname these days.”‍

“Ha​⁠ ha! I like‌‍​ that! Much better‍ than the cringy‌​ ‘Light of Myrhe.’”‍

Magic‌ was a realm‌​ of talent, and‌ Alpheas was bestowed​‌ with more than‍ his share. No‍ matter how much‍‍ he tried to‌​​ hide it, his‌‍‌ talent shone through.‌ To him, humility‍​‌ was nothing but​ pretense.

“Such​​ is the fate​ of a genius.‌‌‍ Now, come on,⁠⁠​ don’t worry so‌‍ much and have‌ a drink. Hey,​​‍ Laphne, take special‍​ care with the‍‍ appetizers. This guy‍⁠ eats more than‍ a bear.”

“Ho⁠ ho! Anything for​ Alpheas! You seem⁠ to have everyone​ swooning.”

The‍​​ waitress Laphne gazed​‌ at him adoringly.⁠ Klumph, who had​‍ little luck with⁠‌ women, felt a headache coming on.‌

Alpheas​​⁠ wasn’t deeply involved​​⁠ in any serious​​​ relationships. Just flirting‌ with women left‍ and right, causing​‌​ countless men to‌‌‍ miss their chances.‌​ Not limited to⁠ magic, Alpheas was⁠ a public enemy​‍‌ among the local‌⁠‍ men.

“Now⁠‍ Laphne too?

Why‌‍‍ don’t you have​‌ a proper relationship?​ What are you​ thinking?”

“Well,‍‍ as you know,‍​ I am a lover of all.​⁠ And it’s not‌ like I’m trying​‌⁠ to seduce them.​​​ They just melt​​⁠ at my killer⁠​‌ smile.”

Alpheas‍ grinned, demonstrating his‌‌‍ charm. Klumph, unfamiliar‌‌ with flirting, tried‌‍ to imitate the‌⁠ smile.

“How’s⁠‌‌ this? Do I have a killer‍‍ smile too?”

“Ah,‌‌⁠ that’s right! A real killer smile,‌⁠‍ huh? A murderer’s‌ smile. Haha!”

“Are​​⁠ you asking for‌​‌ a beating?”

“Hahaha!‍​ Just kidding. Actually,‍⁠⁠ it looked pretty⁠‌​ cool. Remember to‍ wear that smile⁠ at the party​‌ later. The ladies​‍ will fall for⁠⁠​ it for sure.”‍‌

“Party?‍​‍ Do I really⁠‌‍ have to go?‌ I’m not even​ a mage.”

Tonight,‌‌ the Bastadd family‍‍​ was hosting a party titled ‘A⁠ Night for Young‍ Mages.’ Although the⁠‌‍ family had little‌‌‍ to do with‌‌‍ magic, holding such⁠‍ events was a way for nobility‍‍ to assert their‍⁠ status at the​‌ time.

“There’s​⁠‍ no rule saying⁠ only mages can‍​⁠ attend. It’s a social gathering for⁠​ various circles, so‍ you should build‍‌​ some connections too.⁠ Skills are important,​‌‍ but so are⁠​ connections.”

“Coming⁠‍⁠ from you, that‌ sounds funny.”

“Well,‍‌ what can I do? You need‌‌ to climb high⁠ to spread your⁠⁠ wings. Anyway, just‍‌ come along. Who‍ knows, you might‌⁠⁠ find your other⁠ half there.”

Klumph,‍ brimming with zeal⁠‌ for swordsmanship, had‌‌‌ no interest in‍ networking. But the‍‍ last remark intrigued‌⁠ him.

Who‍‍ knows? Maybe the⁠‌‌ rustic swordsman from‌‍ the countryside might​‍ fall in love‍⁠‌ with a sophisticated‍​ city girl.

Suddenly‌⁠⁠ struck with a cough, Klumph cleared​​ his throat repeatedly.​

“Ahem!‌‌ Well, why not‍‍ take a look​‍ around?”

The​ Bastadd family’s mansion,‌‌ one of the‌‍ wealthiest in the‌‍ capital, was opulent‌⁠​ and dazzling, nearly⁠⁠ crossing the legal⁠ line that no⁠ noble’s residence should⁠​ outshine the palace⁠⁠ itself.

The⁠‌​ hall was adorned‌ with 300 crystal​⁠ chandeliers, and the⁠​‍ marble tables with‍‌‍ gold trim were‍⁠​ lavishly set with​‍ delicacies from around​ the world.

To​​ the accompaniment of​‍ musicians, nobles danced‍⁠ with their partners,​⁠​ while elder politicians⁠​ chatted over wine⁠ on the side.‌‌⁠

“Hello?‍⁠‍ My name is⁠‍‌ Klumph Ogent. Are​ you here alone?”⁠​

“Kyaa!”‌‍

At‍⁠⁠ the sight of‍⁠ Klumph, a woman​‍ screamed and ran​ away. How could​ she not be​ frightened by a man looking like‍⁠ a cattle thief,⁠⁠ grinning creepily? It​‍ was indeed a killer’s smile. Shocked,​‌ Klumph froze as‌ Alpheas approached, laughing⁠‍ heartily.

“Hahaha!‌‌ You actually did​‌ it? Oh, my​‌‌ sides!”

“Damn​ it! It’s my⁠⁠ fault for trusting​‌ you. By the‌ way, where have​⁠‌ you been until‍ now?”

“Just⁠​‍ chatting with some‌ lovely ladies over⁠⁠ there. Had to⁠​​ keep them company,⁠‍ you know.”

Klumph‌ looked where Alpheas‍⁠‌ pointed. Elegant city‌‌‌ women were glancing⁠ at Alpheas, blushing.​‍‌

“Damn.‍‍ They’re all looking‍​ at you, not‌⁠‌ me.”

“Haha!​ Don’t worry about‌ it. Let’s just⁠⁠ enjoy the feast.”⁠‌

Intrigued⁠⁠ by the exotic‌⁠‌ dishes he couldn’t​‌ find back home,‌‍ Klumph decided to‍⁠ indulge himself, ignoring​‍‍ the women and‍⁠ heading towards the‍ tables. Alpheas chuckled.​‌‍ He liked this⁠ simple yet positive​​ friend.

As‌​⁠ Klumph devoured the​ food, Alpheas was​‍ busy attending to​‍ nobles approaching him⁠ every five minutes.​​‌ When the head⁠ of the Bastadd⁠‌ family came to​ converse, all the​‍ nobles’ eyes turned‌​ to Alpheas.

“Pleased​ to meet you.​‍‍ You must be​‌ the renowned Alpheas.”⁠⁠⁠

“Honored⁠⁠‌ to be recognized,‍‌ sir. Thanks for​‍ inviting me to​‍⁠ this splendid party.”‌⁠

“Ho‌​ ho! Mixing with‍​ young intellectuals is​​⁠ my pleasure. Let’s⁠ see more of‍⁠‍ each other in⁠‍⁠ the future.”

“Of‍‍ course, I’d be​​​ delighted to attend‌ any invitation.”

The⁠ conversation was brief,​‌‌ but for the​‍ head of the⁠⁠ Bastadd family to⁠ engage a young​​ mage in more⁠​ than a couple​⁠​ of sentences was⁠‍ a significant sign⁠ of favor.

Pleased,‍‍‍ Alpheas turned back‌ to find Klumph⁠‌ stuffing his face‌ with meat, causing​​‍ him to look​ bewildered. Clearly, Klumph⁠‌ was venting his⁠‍ unstoppable energy on‌‍ the food.

“Doesn’t‌‍ your jaw ever​ tire? Where does‍‌ all that food‌​‍ even go?”

Pointing‍​ to his biceps,‌‍ Klumph mumbled through⁠‌⁠ mouthfuls of meat.‌‍ Alpheas shook his‌‌ head, amused. He‍⁠‌ felt the gazes‍​ of numerous women⁠​ but found them‍ merely tedious. Then,⁠​⁠ his attention was‍ caught by a woman darting between⁠⁠​ tables across the⁠ hall.

“Huh?”⁠⁠‌

His​⁠ first thought: definitely‌‌⁠ not a mage.​‌⁠ She wore a simple dress, not​‌​ the usual flamboyant⁠⁠‍ gypsy-style attire, and‍‍ her long black‍ hair defied the‌⁠⁠ short style symbolizing‍⁠ intellect. Carrying a plate and fork,​​ she hopped around,​‍ completely out of‍ sync with the⁠‌ decorum and dignity‍​ of the setting.⁠

“Hey,‍‌‍ isn’t that the⁠​​ eldest daughter of‍‍‌ the host?”

At‍‍ Klumph’s words, Alpheas​​ became intrigued, only‍ half-turning to ask.​​‍

“The‌⁠‌ host’s eldest daughter?”‌

“You⁠ came to the​⁠‍ party without even​ knowing that? You⁠‍​ really lack manners.”⁠

“I‌ didn’t know. Go​‍ on, explain.”

“Her‌‍ name is Erina‍‌ Bastadd, 19 years‌ old. She’s the‌ sole troublemaker of⁠‍ the Bastadd family.”​⁠

“Troublemaker?⁠⁠ Because she’s boisterous?”⁠‍

“No.⁠‍‍ She’s a bit‌‌​ slow.”

Alpheas‍​‍ turned fully to⁠‌‍ Klumph, likely believing​‍⁠ him. Klumph wasn’t​ the type to‍ joke cruelly.

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