Dragonlord Ep 30. I Tend To Pick Favorites. (6)

Ep 30. I Tend To Pick Favorites. (6)

Ep 30. I Tend To Pick Favorites. (6)

A series of relieved sighs and surprised gasps coursed throughout the spectating crowd. A few instructors that were present grimaced at the sight of the headmaster erging from the pool of shadows, while students only marvelled at the archmage’s escape.

“Hey…what spell was that just now?”

“…Nocturne.”

A 7th circle spell that temporarily transford the user into a mass of shadows, rendering them impervious to most attacks for a short period of ti.

At the sa ti, it was a spell that saw most of its use in war – in a situation that would threaten one’s life.

However, the archmage was neither angered, nor ashad that he had to use such a spell. It was he who had insisted that his challenger attack him to their heart’s content; morals and ethics no longer had a place in this duel after the assurance Gio had given about keeping himself safe.

But now, it was becoming all too clear that he shouldn’t have given such ridiculous assurance.

When the headmaster erged from the shadows, not even the slightest hint of confidence remained in his expression. His sweat betrayed the faint smile he was struggling to hold, as did his trembling cane in hand.

The archmage slowly raised his eyes to et the dragonlord’s. His challenger was still standing in place, arms crossed behind their back, watching him with their disappointed gaze.

Serenis threw a soft remark, just barely loud enough for the archmage to hear across the stage.

“Rest. I will wait until you recover your focus.”

“…”

Arguably, the correct course of action would’ve been to take the offer. Gio knew better than anyone in the institute that having a level head was one of the most important qualities of a mage; an upset mind tended to cause mistakes, and mistakes tended to lead to even worse outcos when using magic.

Unfortunately, his pride as an archmage was shadowing even that simple rule.

“…No need.”

The headmaster raised his cane, pointing its tip towards the student up ahead. In re seconds, it exploded in a torrent of water, launching straight towards the dragonlord.

In response, a pillar of fire blasted forth from Serenis’ side to answer the oncoming deluge. The two spells crashed into each other as an explosive sizzling sound filled the stage, filling it with heaps of steam.

‘…This shouldn’t be happening.’

The archmage’s sweating worsened, both from unnerve and the heat of the clashing spells. His cane began to shudder, struggling to maintain the torrent holding the flas at bay.

Water puts out fire; it was a natural rule that even toddlers knew. Water spells had unquestionable advantage when contesting against fire spells. And yet sohow, this junior student’s fire was on par with the archmage’s water – and little by little, Gio’s torrent was losing ground. Struggle as he might, the archmage couldn’t bring his spell to overwhelm the opposing flas as it normally should.

He had every opportunity to escape if he’d wanted, but once again, the archmage’s pride didn’t let him drop this contest of strength. Avoiding the onslaught of fire – admitting defeat to a re junior student’s spell where he even held elental advantage – was not an option to him. The water continued to give away, but Gio still refused to budge.

Soon, an alien sensation wrapped around both his ankles, interrupting the headmaster’s focus. His spell prematurely terminated as Gio looked to his feet.

A pair of tree roots had sprouted from the ground, binding both his ankles. They then jerked the mage backwards, making Gio fall face-first onto the arena.

Imdiately after, the pillar of fire harmlessly blasted past the archmage on the floor.

In his daze, the headmaster raised his eyes once again. Serenis hadn’t moved a single step. She didn’t seem to find it odd that her fire had overwheld an archmage’s water spell, nor did she seem surprised by the pair of tree roots that had suddenly tripped Gio into forcibly dodging her spell.

‘Did that student just…?’

The headmaster shifted his gaze back towards his ankles. The coiling roots had released him from their binding, retreating back into the ground before disappearing altogether.

Gio gripped his hands into a fist. Waves of humiliation set his mind into a frenzy of anger as the mage slowly raised himself again.

In the beginning, the archmage could bla his arrogance for not properly discerning his opponent’s aptitude. But after that last exchange, he no longer could – he’d lost in a contest of pure strength, and nothing else. His opponent had even gone the length to save him from his own stupidity in trying to contest a losing fight.

The archmage’s mind was cluttering further and further. His focus was nowhere to be found.

Against other students, Gio had opted to weave in secondary spells to block his own attacks, just in case they would connect too harshly against the students. Everything had been accounted for, and the duels had been fully under his control.

But just now, he’d been on the receiving end of that treatnt; as soon as he was about to fall victim to the dragonlord’s spell, Serenis had protected him from her own firestorm.

This challenger was far, far surpassing the headmaster’s expectations. Their spells were unorthodox, unexpected, and most of all, lethal. If it continued like this, he just might be the first archmage ever to lose in a contest of magic against a fifteen-year-old.

“…It seems I shouldn’t be holding back after all.”

Another sigh escaped the dragonlord. In her eyes, the archmage was coming to a realization he should’ve had ten seconds into their duel. Though, she couldn’t solely bla the headmaster; being an archmage was an unquestionable title among n, so it was understandable that he’d think lower of a re junior student.

Gio gripped his cane with both hands. Massive amounts of mana focused into his instrunt, shining in a brilliant blue light.

An equally brilliant blue gleam began to shine high above his head. The light transford into a spell circle, instantly expanding into a massive ring of blue. With bursts of water and noises of crashing waves, a gigantic blue ship appeared from within the ring of magic, signalling its sail with a deafening horn.

Enormous sails. A majestic bow, adorned with a deity’s sculpt. Its massive hull and fra that were nothing short of its description in legends.

Patrick’s eyes widened as he beheld the headmaster’s magic. It was one of the most complex water spells to ever be devised, and one that the enforcer had never managed to execute properly despite his training.

‘9th circle…Sail Atlantis!’

The headmaster’s secretary was just as shocked at the sight, if not more.

A genius student unleashing lethal attacks against the archmage was certainly a rare sight, but not impossible if the headmaster was allowing it to happen. That’s genuinely what he thought had happened thus far.

But the reverse? An archmage unleashing a 9th circle concept spell against a first-year student? If soone had told him that such things would happen before today, he would’ve wondered what sort of highs they were experiencing. And yet, there he was, watching it happen live in the highest definition available that were his own eyes: an archmage unleashing one of his most powerful spells against a re fifteen-year-old.

On the other hand, Gio himself was no longer perceiving ‘Zion’ as a re student. It was a dreadful opponent he had to defeat in order to save his na.

‘This spell will cover the entirety of this arena. Even you will be hard-pressed to defend yourself-‘

Sszt.

A faint sizzling noise whisked past the archmage’s ears, cutting his thoughts midway. A tiny bolt of mana had darted past him – barely the size of a pen – burying itself right into his ship monts before it could set forth.

‘…What was that?’

Gio’s curiosity would soon be answered beginning with a thunderous tearing noise. The condensed mass of lightning-aspected mana proceeded to explode outwards from inside the archmage’s spell, engulfing the entire ship that began to bubble and lt away. Streaks of electricity consud the concept of Atlantis with violent crackling sounds.

Soon, the clashing elents viciously shredded the spell, tearing it apart into useless bits of water.

“…”

The crowd neither scread nor cheered. No one spoke. Gio likewise found himself involuntarily standing still, paralyzed from sheer shock.

‘How?’

It wasn’t like his spell had been counteracted by another powerful spell. It was just a tiny speck of lightning. It should’ve been impossible to answer a 9th circle spell in such a simple manner.

In fact, nothing Serenis had done in this duel made sense to him. Beginning with her forced fusion of five different elents, her unorthodox use of using illusions and teleport, physical reinforcent that only hunters and adventurers used, spells that did not seem to have any casting ti whatsoever – none of it made sense to the headmaster, or anyone in the spectating crowd.

And lastly, if that bolt of lightning had been aid at him directly instead of his spell, it would’ve killed him without question.

Gio audibly gulped in instinctive fear. He stared into the student across the stage. Their soft, relaxed gaze t the archmage’s strained, hopeless eyes.

‘…Am I not a threat to this student?’

Serenis was a stark reflection of Gio himself re minutes ago. That was how the headmaster had looked to the other students that had challenged him: an unbreakable, towering wall that one could never overco. Soone that had the ability to defeat their opponent at a mont’s notice, but was instead allowing them to challenge and struggle.

He couldn’t even rember the last ti he’d felt helpless before soone else’s magic.

The headmaster slowly raised his cane once more, sharply gazing into the towering presence before him. The student was no longer the challenger – he was.

An ominous mass of blackened light began to swirl around the headmaster, expanding in space to cover the entire arena. Sparkling shadows flooded the arena tiles. Violet orbs crystallized around the dragonlord, dimly glowing in what little light there was in their darkened environnt.

The world would fall into serene silence. No magic would interrupt this serenity.

10th circle. Ataraxia.

A synthesis spell that comprised of five different elents; a field spell designed to subdue all magic within its paraters other than its user’s. The pinnacle of Archmage Gio Dugrin’s magical aptitude.

“…Without magic…even you…even you would…”

The archmage was muttering into the darkness like a madman. With his field spell fully deployed, whatever spells the student threw at him would now be rendered ineffective. The obvious solution would be to step outside the spell’s paraters, which would result in an instantaneous loss.

‘What will he do? Will he cast a field spell of his own? Will he resort to physical combat again? Mana overload? So sort of removal?’

The archmage madly began to run through dozens of scenarios in his head. Unfortunately, none of them correctly predicted the dragonlord’s next action.

After a ager glance around her darkened surroundings, Serenis began to slowly approach her opponent, step by step. In the darkness of the spell surrounding the dragonlord, it was almost as if she was taking a leisurely walk through a starry night.

“…What’s he doing?”

“Uh…walking?”

“I can see that! Why?”

“Hell if I know!”

In this mont, Gio wanted nothing more than to parrot the spectating students’ questions.

A mage must always look ten steps ahead. In other words, if a mage could not correctly predict their opponent, then they were failing as a mage – and there was simply no way to predict an opponent one could not understand.

The headmaster watched the approaching dragonlord in fear. His mind rapidly calculated dozens of spell formulas, preparing to counter whatever magic the student was about to unleash.

Despite the field spell that would normally guarantee his opponent’s silence, a cloud of doubt shadowed the archmage’s certainty; if it was this student, there just might be such a spell, one that would completely circumvent his expectations.

Any mont now. Any mont, he’d tell himself. But despite the passing seconds, the dragonlord only continued walking towards him.

‘What’s he planning? What is he-’

In that mont, Gio could feel sothing odd.

An overwhelming sensation flooded his mana sensory, as if several natural disasters were suddenly afoot at once – but all of them were resonating from the sa centrepiece, closing the distance from directly up ahead.

‘…What is this?’

What is that?

The headmaster’s trembling body refused to respond to the approaching threat. No spells were cast, and his body refused to even turn and run. Nothing in the myriad of strategies he’d devised seed to carry aning.

For the first ti, Gio was properly reading his opponent’s mana.

A brilliant flood of light filled his perception, glowing from all corners of the star. If the archmage could but close his physical eyes, this student would fill the entire world he perceived.

A colossal monstrosity was approaching him. With each and every step, their presence flooded his world more and more.

‘…This cannot be. This is…’

There was no way Gio wouldn’t have noticed a presence so large for so long. The only possible conclusion was that his opponent had kept themselves hidden all along up until this point.

Then, the reason why they’d choose to reveal themselves now, was…

‘…An invitation.’

Even Serenis had no ans of directly countering an intricate field spell specifically designed to counter magic. She could, but not without destroying a lot more than what it would warrant.

So instead, she’d given the archmage a silent invitation. With her eyes gleaming in ominous lights, her every step shaking the atmosphere’s air, the dragonlord was pressuring Gio directly with her re presence.

It was perhaps the harshest way to show another mage the difference that separated them. Or perhaps it was kindness, to give the archmage a reason to stop struggling in vain.

‘…Futile, was it not?’

An ordinary man abided by the laws of nature. A genius could strain those laws at will.

But in the rarest of occasions, individuals will be born with the power to rewrite those laws.

What aning did his field spell have? What aning did his archmage title hold? This individual could likely level the entire city with no more effort than stepping on a wet sandcastle. The only reason his opponent wasn’t doing so, was probably because it’d be a hassle to protect everyone in the vicinity while demolishing his spell.

Constructs only held aning against beings of relatively equal footing.

When Serenis finally ca to a stop when she was barely any distance away from the frozen headmaster, he let out an empty laughter. His tension loosened, and Gio could practically feel the energy leaving his body.

Slowly, the archmage used his free hand to undo the pendant around his neck. He then gripped the stone as tight as he could, crunching it in his palm.

When he unfolded his hand, its broken fragnts fell like dust unto the darkened arena floor. His field spell likewise shattered apart, breaking into violet lights that would soon fade into the air.

No words were exchanged. None needed to be. The dragonlord had spoken with her actions, and the headmaster had replied in kind. As both of them withdrew their mana, this challenge would reach its conclusion.

‘…It would be awfully rude to decline such a kind invitation.’

The archmage bowed in respect of the entity he could only hope to reach.

“I concede. Congratulations on your victory, Zion.”

...An amused smile curved the lips of a peculiar spectator watching the duel’s conclusion. Having seen its end, the figure rose to her feet and quietly disappeared into a soundless spell, returning to their usual duty.