A Villainess Should Be Strong Chapter 85: Final Point

Silence ensued in the familiar outer realm of Eterna.

Just like usual, a silver-haired girl was sitting on the platform, concentrating on growing out her power.

[Yes.. Just like that...] Estelle was enraptured in the beauty of her own progress.

In total, she had failed three major tries. This was her fourth. The one thing that she noticed was that her developnt seed too good to be true. It was amazing to see herself achieving this much in a short ti.

Including rests and breaks, she had used a day worth of ti. This would be considered a great wager in exchange for her ability.

At first, there was no visible progression. However, a lot of things did change internally and it made her happy. For example, she was now granted with the ability to utilize her mana itself as a weapon. After a lot of mixing with nothingness and Creation Magic, it was as if a variant type has been born.

Her mana could wield offensive abilities. If she needed a channel- like a spell, elent, or enchantnt in order to attack using her mana before, this ti would be different. She could use her purest form of said mana as a proper weapon.

Of course, it wouldn't be strong. Her own spells were still much stronger. However, this ant that she had just created, or discovered a new thod of offense. Outside of the elents she knew, outside of the spells she was taught.

This made Estelle aware of just how much she didn't know of the vast universe. Up until a few months ago, she considered the barriers within her own realm as everything. She was too tightened up.

She worked around things with the knowledge she already knew, assisted with ones she brought from her previous world. What she forgot to do was explore the uncovered things inside the realm itself. She considered the knowledge from her original world as sufficient supplents for her progress, but she was mistaken.

Estelle was now proceeding at a great rate. After understanding so concepts, she naturally got better at controlling herself. She was now able to relax to a certain degree when practicing.

Yes, practicing. Up until now, she hadn't managed to fully mix the three problematic elents yet. It was such a crazy training sche. Chasing sothing that she didn't know anything about. The usage, the form, the elent, she knew practically nothing about the final result, only guesses.

She predicted that it would be sothing that added a feature towards her Creation Magic.

Estelle found the Creation Magic to be extrely dominant. It would always overpower the other mixture, no matter how hard she tried to stabilize it.

If a complete mixture was indeed created, the Creation Magic would surely surpass the other two's influence and take over. She also comprehended that it would be sothing that 'aided' the Creation Magic and not change it in any way, shape, or form.

Because Creation Magic, in the purest essence of it, was a rigid elent.

She was restricted to creating, creating, and doing nothing but creation. Just like the na suggests.

It was a confusing subject. Creation Magic obviously allowed her to surpass the laws of normality. She was creating things out of nothing whenever she utilized her Creation Magic. Yet, at the sa ti, it was restrictive.

After seeing how advanced and flexible Arayle's Destruction Magic could be, Estelle was led to believe that there was more to her magic. More than what ets the eye.

Estelle deductions were few on this matter since she had little material to work with, but she had an overall idea. It was the fact that Estelle still had seals placed on her.

The first ti she t Yulia, these seals were seen by the woman. They hadn't been opened because there was simply no ti to devote their attention to the difficult seal. They couldn't catch a long break that would suit their respective schedules.

Breaking each seal would definitely cost them a lot of ti.

Estelle's point, however, was that one of these seals would probably be related to her Creation Magic.

Simply because of Heine's long-lived point of 'balance'. Just like she was the villainess and she possessed Creation Magic, Arayle would be her counterpart, possessing the Destruction Magic.

She didn't know whether Arayle also received a dream like she did back when she was an infant, the one that declared herself as the villainess, but up until this point, there was indeed a high chance that the girl was her counterpart.

The matter about Arayle being a heroine was not confird. She could be a completely different role.

Either way, Estelle had decided to steer herself out of her confinents and take her own path instead of following her predestined fate.

Today, she was trying things out like usual. Having gotten used to the first few hurdles, she passed them with ease and started to probe into the parts she failed in before.

She didn't expect to see imdiate results. Her failures also brought her benefits, so she was a bit less worried.

Just then, when she hit the one hour mark, sothing cracked.

Not knowing whether it was a bad thing or otherwise, Estelle continued cultivating her case.

However, an unexpected hurdle ca flying at her. If before, she only had to be overwheld with harsh concentration and focus, this ti would be different.

Pain was included. Sharp pain that made her stagger.

It ca every ti her mana ca in touch with the two elents. Before, they hadn't shown any signs of permanent mixing, but now it did.

They were mixing together, but they still repelled each other. This rejection was what caused the pain, because Estelle could sense that the injections of pain happened only when she tried to mix the elents.

Estelle couldn't help but grit her teeth to distract her from the imnse pain.

[I'm alright. This is still fine. I have to.. pull through!] Estelle convinced herself and braced every single bit of the pain.

It was always like this, the detestable cycle that enveloped her. Every huge incident, she would be washed down by pain. It was almost like a ritual.

But one thing was for sure- after the pain ends, she would get sothing. A lesson. Valuable ones. Experience.

For that sa reason, Estelle bore all the pain without giving up or breaking her concentration.

It felt like sothing was ripping her body apart from the inside. It was a disgusting feeling, comparable to none.

Estelle did develop a pain tolerance, but the pain that hit her periodically always increased in terms of strength. She was made to not be able to withstand all of it.

At the end, Estelle was once more at the brink of collapse.

[A villainess should be strong. Not like this, not like the current .] Estelle constantly reminded herself.

That she would have to face Arayle eventually. That if she didn't go through all these efforts, she would lose out against Arayle's advantages. Be it ti flow differences to the nature of their opposing elents, Arayle would beat her.

Then, Estelle had no choice but to defeat her through another way. Perhaps, the trials given to her were ant to be harsh in order to cultivate herself to beco soone comparable to Arayle.

It was just that the thods worked against her desires. Force and even more force.

Of course, there would be no point if Estelle just continued withstanding the pain without doing anything. That would be a training for pain tolerance and not her power.

Estelle tried to maneuver what was left of her consciousness to operate her mana one more ti.

Estelle felt like she was on the tip of a steep cliff, where her destination was being hung up high above her and she just had to make a way to get there.

Her destination seed so close, yet so far and hard to get to.

Estelle opened her small mouth to allow easier breathing. She tried her best not to panic even amidst the bad conditions. Her worries constantly surfaced as the pain surged all over her body, but she bore it all.

Because it was a necessary procedure for her to grow.

Estelle wished for everything to be over quickly. Unfortunately, that would not happen.

As ti ticked, seconds, minutes, hours had passed.

Estelle herself felt like death really was tailing her all the ti, seeking for the perfect chance to tug her down at any given mont.

She was at the brink of collapse. And yet, she couldn't give up.

She was close. Terribly close to the ending.

And yet, she couldn't understand what would break this annoying bottleneck in her process.

The elents wouldn't beco one. They weren't in unison.

The blockage that was always present. The wretched elent that stopped her from attaining her goal.

The pain continued without stopping. The more she tried, the more it got worse.

Another change ca, this ti it was when she tried to probe the mixture harder.

A pain harsher than anything that ca before elapsed over her.

"Ahh!" Not being able to hold it any longer, Estelle was repelled by her own force and fell onto the ground. Wincing in pain, Estelle's first priority was to check on her progress.

Her mixture had disappeared, but she wouldn't call it a failure. Sothing did happen. Sothing that wasn't a 'failure'.

She cald herself down a little bit before feeling her power.

If nothing changed, then she truly suffered for nothing.

However, the mont she felt her magic course through her body, sothing did feel different.

A lot different.

"..This is?" Estelle felt the change within her unfold.