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Infinite Mage Chapter 90: Battle of Wits (5)

Chapter 90: Battle of Wits (5)

“Light​ is beauty.”

“Huh?​⁠⁠ What did you‌ say?”

Alpheas⁠ Myrhe asked again.​​ It was natural​‌ for her not​⁠ to know about​⁠ photonics, but this‌⁠​ kind of answer‍‍ was unexpected.

“Light⁠‌ is beautiful. Flowers‍‌​ are beautiful too.‍​ We are beautiful‍‌ too. But the​ light you talk‌ about… it doesnt⁠ sound beautiful.”

Alpheas⁠ felt as if​ he had been​⁠‍ struck in the‍ head with a hammer. It was⁠ a direct hit⁠‌ of pure thought,​​ unforgeable in language.​⁠​

“That’s⁠‌ true. But why⁠​ is light beautiful?”‍⁠

To‍‍ Alpheas, light was⁠ merely photons. But‍‌ Erina Bastadd answered‌‍ without hesitation, as‌ if she knew‍ everything.

“Light⁠​ shows us darkness.⁠​ Without light, how​ could we see‌ the night sky?”⁠‌⁠

The‌ world fell silent,‍ like the universe‍⁠ itself.

Alpheas‍‌⁠ couldn’t say anything.⁠‌‍ Thoughts he truly‌‌ desired cascaded over⁠​‍ him like a waterfall.

Why‍ did I try​⁠⁠ to separate the‌​ two? When I step back, it‌ all becomes so‍⁠‍ clear.

Because⁠​‌ its beautiful.

Every​ contradiction ceases to‌⁠‌ be a contradiction.‍

“Beauty…‌⁠‍ It is indeed​‍⁠ beautiful, Miss Erina.”​‍⁠

Erina‍​‌ turned her head‌‌ with a childlike,​‍⁠ pure smile. At⁠​⁠ that moment, Alpheas‍‌‍ decided.

He‌‌ would remember this⁠‍⁠ moment for the‌​‍ rest of his‍​‌ life.

Alpheas‌⁠⁠ knelt on one‌​​ knee before Erina‌‌​ and extended his‌​​ right hand in‍ the most respectful⁠⁠ gesture.

“Please‍‌ be my light.”⁠‍

40​‌‍ years ago, that‍‍​ night.

The‌ confession under the​​ moonlight was an‍ irreplaceably happy memory⁠⁠ for Alpheas Myrhe.‍ As the shroud​​​ of Abyss Nova⁠⁠‌ lifted, a gentle‌​‍ smile lingered on‌​ his lips.

Canis‍⁠ stared intently at⁠‌‍ the white glow​​ burning in Shirone⁠‌​ Arian’s palm. It⁠‍‌ was an overwhelmingly‌​​ dominant presence. Of‌ course, he was‌⁠ ready to rush​⁠‍ towards death with‌‌‍ his aggressive nature.​‌‍ However, he believed⁠‍‌ that even in​⁠​ death, one must⁠‍ reclaim whats owed.​‍

-Harvest.⁠​​ I’m in favor‍ of fighting. Lets⁠‌​ face him.

-That‍‍​ magic. How fast‌​‍ is it? It‌ might be unavoidable.⁠

-You⁠‌‍ can block it.​‌

-If⁠​ I can’t block​​⁠ it, you’ll die.​‍‍ If you die,‌‍⁠ I cease to​​ exist too. We‌⁠ have to fight,‍ but there are‌ too many variables.⁠

Exchanging‌‌​ thoughts at the​‌ speed of thought⁠​‌ was a huge‍⁠⁠ advantage in battle.⁠ However, when opinions‌ diverged so drastically,​ it was unclear⁠‍⁠ what decision to‍⁠ make.

“Whats⁠ going on here?”‍

The​​​ tension was broken‌​‌ by an unexpected‍ voice. A shadow​ flowed like water⁠‍​ from the cliff,‌‍ and a gaunt​⁠ old man emerged‍⁠‌ from the dark​‍ surface.

It⁠ was Archmage Viltor⁠ Arcane.

Realizing‍⁠ the situation at​⁠ a glance, Arcane’s‌ expression soured. He​⁠ had been able‍​ to devote his​ full power against‌‌​ Ethella Romie because⁠ he was confident‌‍ that this situation​⁠ would have already​⁠⁠ been resolved.

Arcane‌ trusted Canis. Or⁠‍‌ more precisely, he‍ trusted Harvest, who‍​ was subservient to‌ Canis.

Yet,​‍ upon arrival, the⁠ situation was completely⁠‍ different. Lucas lay⁠ miserably defeated, and‍⁠⁠ Canis with Harvest‍‍‌ were being intimidated‍ by a mere‌ boy.

“Im​⁠ sorry, Master.”

Arcane‍⁠ was not a forgiving man. Ignoring⁠ Canis’s apology, he‌​ turned coldly and​ glared at Shirone.​‍

‘So‍‌ familiar.’

He​ resembled Alpheas. Not⁠​ the face or‍ the appearance, but⁠‍ the overall temperament.‍​​ Even under the‌​ gaze of the​‌ Archmage, Shirone had‍⁠ the audacity to‌‍ speak his mind.​‍

“Did‌ you plan all​ this?”

“Such⁠ audacity for a young one. Whats‌‍ your name?”

“I‍ dont want to⁠‌⁠ tell my name‌ to a murderer.‍ Release the mind‍‌ control and leave‍ the school. If​⁠ not, I wont⁠⁠⁠ let you go.”‌‌‌

“Heh‌‌ heh heh.”

Arcane⁠‍​ burst into raucous⁠ laughter. He wasn’t​ angry, but his​​ standard for killing‍⁠‌ someone wasn’t anger,⁠⁠ but how much‌ amusement he could​‍ derive. In that‍ regard, Shirone was⁠‍‍ ripe fruit, ready‍ to be plucked.‌​

“Sorry,​‌​ but I can’t‌⁠‍ release the mind‍​⁠ control. Because Alpheas’s​ students must die.”‍‌‌

Feeling​ the murderous intent,‍ Shirone instinctively fired⁠ the Photon Canon,‍⁠ a clear accidental‌‌‌ shot.

Arcane​‍ easily dodged the‌⁠​ Photon Canon with​‍ a light twist‌‌‌ of his body,​ waiting until the‌ magic dissipated before‍‍⁠ turning back.

“Spirit‌ Zone with a radius of 52.7​‌ meters. Impressive. Quite‍ a level for​ your age.”

Even⁠ photons, when given‍⁠ mass, can’t surpass‌‍ the limits of⁠‌​ physical laws. However,‍⁠ the basic speed​ of photon output‌⁠⁠ meant it was‍ much faster than‌ any typical flying​‍ object. Dodging the​ Photon Canon in​ an instant and‌‌​ measuring the radius​ of the Spirit‍ Zone was beyond​⁠ human perception.

Shirone‍ clenched his teeth⁠ and concentrated photons‍ again. Facing an⁠⁠​ inscrutable master, he​‍​ had no choice‍ but to fight‌⁠​ to prevent hundreds​​⁠ of students from⁠ free-falling off the‌‌‍ cliff.

“Stop,​ Shirone.”

Ethella‌ emerged from the‌ woods. Her clothes⁠⁠⁠ were torn, revealing​⁠‍ her skin, and‍​ she was covered‍‌ in dirt from‌⁠‍ head to toe.​⁠

“Don’t‌ rush in recklessly.‍‌⁠ Arcane is a dangerous man.”

Viltor⁠ Arcanes brows furrowed.‍⁠‍ He had enjoyed​ their battle, but⁠​​ he had long‌‍ forgotten about her,​ like food trampled‌ underfoot.

“A​⁠ loser with such⁠‍ audacity. Shouldn’t you‍​​ cherish the life⁠ I spared?”

Shirone’s‌⁠⁠ group was shocked.​​ Could it be⁠​ true that Ethella,‍ a bishop of​⁠ the Karsis Order⁠⁠‌ and an authority‍‌‌ on the Spirit‌ Zone, had been⁠‍ defeated by this‌‌ frail old man?‍

“It’s⁠​ impossible. Ethella…”

Nade⁠​ couldn’t believe it.⁠​⁠ Of course, there‌‍‍ are higher ranks‌ like Grade 5 and 4, but‌ it was unimaginable⁠ what kind of‍‍ level one must⁠ be to surpass‌‍ Ethella.

“Are‍ you okay, Teacher?”‌‌

“I’m​‍​ hanging in there.‍⁠‍ But it will⁠ take time to​ recover.”

“What⁠ happened? Who is​‍‍ that man? Why‌‍ is he doing‍‍⁠ this?”

“Viltor‌‌⁠ Arcane. A Grand​‍ Archmage who ascended‍⁠‍ to unofficial Grade​‍‍ 3 forty years‍​ ago.”

The‌​‌ group’s eyes wavered.‍⁠ Every student at‍ the Alpheas Magic‌ Academy knew what‌‍‌ unofficial Grade 3 meant in the‍ world of magic.​

“Arcane‍​ bears a grudge⁠‌ against Headmaster Alpheas.⁠ He won’t back‌​ down until he​‌ gets what he​​ wants.”

“Blathering‌​ on and on.⁠‍‍ Complaining to your‌​‌ students only makes​ you more pitiful.”⁠

“I’m‍​⁠ not interested in​⁠‌ competing. Im a teacher. I’ll do‌‌ whatever it takes‌⁠‌ to protect my⁠​ students.”

“And‌ what can you​‍⁠ do? Can you⁠ stop me now,‌‍ when you couldn’t‌ win against me‌ at full strength?”‌‌‍

“Such‌ arrogance. Arcane.”

Arcane’s⁠ expression turned menacing.⁠‍‌

“Indeed,​‍ I couldn’t stop‍‌‌ you. But you‍ must be lacking⁠‍‍ the mental capacity​ to focus on⁠‍​ the battle now,​ arent you?”

Ethella’s⁠ statement was half‍⁠​ right, half wrong.‌‌ Indeed, having cast‍​ Abyss Nova, Arcane’s​⁠ magical power was‌​ only a tenth​‍⁠ of his normal⁠ state. But it‌‍ was still a tenth of a Grand Archmage’s power.​⁠ Enough to sweep​ away a weakened‌ Ethella and these⁠‍ fledgling students.

“The⁠ times have changed.​⁠‌ Spoiled by affection,​ now they blabber‍​ without knowing their​‌ place.”

Arcane​ gathered his magic‍​‌ power. The 10%⁠ he had reserved​‍ for killing Alpheas‌​‌ didnt matter. Calculations‌ like that didn’t​⁠ fit his philosophy‍ of life.

“Master,​ please leave it‌​ to me.”

Canis​⁠ intervened. Abyss Nova‌ was a grand‌ magic spell that‍⁠ even ordinary mages‌‌ couldn’t attempt due‌‍⁠ to its immense‍ consumption of mental⁠ energy. Having cast​ it and engaged‍⁠ in battle, even‍⁠‌ his master wouldnt‍ be in top⁠⁠ condition.

Arcane​⁠ looked displeasedly at‌ Canis. Even if​ he was a disciple, challenging his⁠​‍ authority was unacceptable.‌‌‍ But after some⁠‍ thought, he looked⁠ at Shirone with​‌⁠ interest.

“Hey,⁠‌ boy. You too‍⁠‍ are a student⁠ of Alpheas?”

“Don’t‌‌‍ mention Headmaster Alpheas’s​​‌ name so casually,⁠ you murderer.”

“Ha⁠ ha ha! Is‍‌ that so? You‌‍‌ respect him that‍‍‍ much?”

Shirone‍‍​ didnt feel the​‌‍ need to answer.‍‍ How could he​‌ not respect Alpheas?⁠‍ He was the‌‍ one who opened‍​ his eyes to​‌‌ magic and allowed‌ him, a commoner,‌ to enroll in‌ the magic academy.‍

“It‍⁠⁠ doesn’t matter if‍‍‌ youre a Grand​‌ Archmage or Grade‌‍ 3. Compared to⁠‌ Headmaster Alpheas, you’re​ not even a mage.”

“Ha‍​​ ha ha ha!”⁠

Arcane⁠‍ burst into laughter,⁠‍ but his eyes⁠‍‌ burned with rage.‍‌‍

‘Alpheas.​ How much hypocrisy​‌ have you lived‌ with? You know‌ as well as‌⁠‌ I do that‌⁠ you don’t deserve​ to be respected⁠​ by anyone.’

Deciding,⁠ Arcane nodded.

“Fine.‍‍‌ Let the disciples‌​ fight. It should‌ be entertaining. Canis.‍⁠ Face him.”

“Yes.⁠‍​ Thank you, Master.”⁠

Canis⁠⁠ finally felt relieved.‌ This was an​ opportunity to make‍​⁠ up for all‌‌ his past mistakes.‌​‌ However, Harvest thought​ differently.

-Canis.‍‍ Rethink this. It’s​ better to leave‍ it to Arcane.‍⁠⁠

-What⁠ are you talking⁠‌‌ about? I’ve already​​ disappointed Master. Now,​ even if I die, I must⁠⁠​ defeat Shirone.

The⁠‌ disagreement in their​‌​ opinions at this​ critical moment was‍‍⁠ not a good​ sign.

-Harvest.⁠​‌ Answer me. Even‍⁠ for you, I can’t concede this​⁠‌ time. We must⁠‌‌ fight.

Harvest​‍‌ remained silent. Unprecedented​‍‍ for Canis, he‍‍⁠ was bewildered. But⁠⁠‍ with Arcane watching,⁠‍ he couldnt show‌ any weakness.

Using‍ Dark Port, Canis⁠⁠ instantly moved to‌⁠ where Shirone was.‍​​ Shirone, in turn,‍ used Teleportation to​ fly out over⁠ the cliff, trying‍‌ to avoid affecting‍​ the students as​​‌ much as possible.‍​

“Ha!‌​​ Are we fighting​⁠⁠ in the air?”‍

In​​ the dark night‍⁠ sky, Dark Port’s​ movement was not⁠‍​ disadvantageous for Canis.‍⁠‌

Above‍‌ the 1,000-meter abyss,⁠ the two engaged​‍ in a battle‌⁠ reminiscent of eagles,‍ unleashing their firepower.‌‍‌

Shirone​‍​ condensed seven photons​⁠ in front and‌‌​ fired them all‌ at once. The⁠‌ Photon Canon, activated‍‌⁠ in the Infinite​​‌ Realm, was several‌‌‍ times more powerful⁠‌ but also had​​​ tremendous recoil.

Each‍​​ time he cast⁠ the spell, his⁠ consciousness briefly slipped‌ away. Threatening the‌​‍ opponent while simultaneously‍​​ collapsing his own⁠‌ mental strength, the​⁠ Infinite Realm was​​ indeed a double-edged‌ sword.

“What‍ is that…”

Ethella​‍ stared blankly at​ the sky. The​ shockwaves of the‌‍‍ photon output were⁠‌‌ something she had​‍ never seen before.‍‌

The​‍ brilliant trails of‌ the Photon Canon‌ split the night​‌‍ sky, like golden‌‌​ ink swirling on‌⁠ a black canvas.​‍

Yiruki‌‍ and Nade were‌ captivated by the‍​ rays of light.⁠ Shirone, firing the⁠‍ Photon Canon indiscriminately,​​⁠ was practically weaponized.‌

“Indeed⁠⁠‍ impressive. But is⁠⁠ that okay?”

“We‍⁠⁠ have no choice‌⁠ but to trust‍ him. He did​ well at the‍ presentation, didnt he?”⁠‍​

“But​ it’s different now.‌‍ He’s risking his‌​ life in battle.‌⁠ He might cross‍ the line without​​ realizing it.”

Ethella⁠ turned to them‍ and asked.

“What‌‌⁠ do you mean?​ So Shirone has‍ entered Immortal Function⁠ before?”

“Yes?‌⁠ Oh, well… lately,‍‍ he seems to‍ do it whenever⁠‍​ he’s bored.”

Ethella‍​​ sighed. Despite being‍ warned about the​ risk to his​ life, he didn’t‍​ even pretend to‌‍ be cautious. Then⁠‌ again, such passion⁠‌ was necessary for​ his rapid growth.​‍

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