Chapter 69 If it were you you would have never succeeded.
I greeted the morning in my office in the World of Painting.
I stayed up all night, but I didnt feel any fatigue.
Rather, I was busy feeling satisfied.
The interior was as clean as a sterile room, the desk and naplate were modeled after the ones from the previous world, and there were a few simple and elegant decorations Finally, I had my own space in this world.
I checked them.
I handed back the docunts to Maiev.
They were about the Fritz family and Trixie.
As you ordered, I spread so rumors that youre going to duel her.
Good.
The information network of the Blood Demons was more useful than I expected.
It took less than a day for Maiev to return with the information.
Thanks to that, I was able to confirm Trixies rough family history, the burden of the blue fla she carried and various other things.
Maiev didnt leave and asked .
Master. Are you interested in this woman?
Why do you ask that?
I was curious if you would be sad if I killed her.
Ever since I told her that she could test as many tis as she wanted, Maiev had been talking to like this without hesitation.
She must have decided that it was impossible to hide her hostility.
I found this more comfortable.
I lifted my head and stared at her.
If you had done that, I would have given you the answer myself.
Maiev swallowed her saliva and avoided my gaze.
I didnt bother. She seed like a pitiful creature anyway.
You seem to have the luxury of pitying others.
Her mothers accident, the pressure of her family na Well, this is why I hate humans. More than pity.
I roughly understood what she ant.
Her mother who never smiled, herself who was the only one in the family who could handle the blue fla Trixie had lived with a lot of obligations.
No, she couldnt live.
She was crushed and crumpled.
Thats why she shouldnt go to the competition with her current state.
Master, you have so inhuman aspects.
Always speak specifically.
Youre heartless and cruel, most people prefer humans with stories.
Like a mage.
Thats how I would describe it.
But Maiev was mistaken.
I valued Trixies talent and story very highly.
In other words, I didnt worry about abandoning her, but about refining her.
I exchanged a few simple words with Trixie through Trivia.
[ * Auction Teacher ]
[ I have a duel today. ]
[ Ill do my best and co back! ]
[ Well et in person tomorrow. ]
[ In person, in person?! ]
[ Yes. ]
[ , tomorrow! Really?! ]
After a brief hesitation, I sent the next ssage.
[ Trixie ]
[ If you had to learn magic from the beginning ]
[ Would you still be willing to learn? ]
[ If its Teacher who teaches ! ]
The reply ca right away. This was enough.
I straightened my clothes and got up from my seat.
If I could refine the gemstone that was tangled in the mud, it would also be a aningful thing.
Every action of the gemstone that I polished would be my proof at the sa ti.
Trixie.
I muttered her na in my mind and left the World of Painting.
No, I tried to leave.
Hey, master.
Maiev called .
Dont misunderstand, I didnt not assassinate you because I was afraid of you.
I hope youre sincere. I dont like cowardly slaves either.
I am sincere. Im not afraid of you or anything
Around then, Maiev and I t our eyes nicely. Her eyes quickly turned sideways.
Im not afraid.
I nodded lightly and tried to leave the World of Painting, but Maiev added a few words in a hurry.
What I ant by not being afraid, I dont feel nervous or anything when I look into your eyes. I turned my eyes away because
Blah blah blah.
I didnt listen to all of it.
The stadium I rented for the duel.
There were more people than I expected.
I intended to gather only the first-year students, but there were so unexpected faces.
Eliza.
The reporter from the Knight Departnt was one of them, and there were also so Blood Demons, including Maiev.
They were all perfectly disguised as students.
In the middle of the arena, Trixie and I faced each other.
The the is the fire elent. The duel is based on output. Right?
I answered casually.
It doesnt have to be output.
What do you an by that?
It ans you can use it for any purpose you want. Just try to win at least one round.
Trixie grimaced openly.
She licked her thick lips.
Before we start, lets make two things clear.
I looked into her eyes without saying a word.
It ant that she could say whatever she wanted.
If I win, youll accept as Mr. Garths disciple.
And.
And put my na on the list of the hunting competition.
Fine. Theres plenty of ti for corrections anyway.
I didnt ask why. I knew her situation anyway.
Trixie seed puzzled by my neat agreent.
She tilted her head for a mont, then flicked her finger.
A tal core that was embedded in the ground rose into the air.
This is a fire core. The degree of lting depends on the output.
Whoosh.
At the sa ti, a blue fla engulfed the fire core.
Soon, nothing was left of it.
How much output do you think you need to lt this thin fire core?
So students gasped.
It was impressive.
When I saw it up close it was indeed a tempting talent.
I needed to be more ticulous for this lesson.
Its your turn.
I nodded and thought about the number of fire cores. Trixie urged .
Pick a number.
I made up my mind. I needed to be ticulous for this lesson.
Two.
As I muttered, two fire cores sprang up from the ground.
They looked like they had strong fire resistance.
One, two, three.
As the number increased, the fire resistance seed to increase exponentially.
So, if soone asked if I could lt them it wasnt even worth answering.
Snap.
I flicked my finger.
A crimson fla tore the fire cores apart, and soon there was nothing left in the air.
So, youre confident too.
The audiences exclamation grew louder, and Trixie nodded as if she expected this much.
I prefer this way, too. Its better for proving myself.
Proving.
Coincidentally, the word I liked the most ca out of her lips.
I also wanted her to prove herself.
Five.
She increased the number of fire cores to five at once.
Roar!
The blue fla gathered and ford the shape of a beasts fang.
The burning fangs crushed the tal cores in one go.
I appreciated her use of the flas shape as well.
The spectators were more amazed by that, and they cheered us on.
Five, ten, eleven, sixteen, seventeen
I calmly increased one by one, and Trixie increased by five at a ti.
Twenty-two.
From then on, I could see Trixies arm shaking.
Producing high output required more stamina than one could imagine.
Trixie was no exception, no matter how amazing she was.
And seventeen was already her limit.
At this mont, she was surpassing her past self every second.
It was certainly remarkable.
Roar!
The blue fangs shattered the fire cores.
But so of them only broke without lting.
Huff.
Trixie wiped the sweat on her forehead.
As ti passed, she sohow managed to lt them all.
But.
The fact that she surpassed her past self was not that important.
To begin with, her direction was wrong.
And it was my role to teach her that.
Twenty-seven.
This ti, I added five more on my side.
I have no limit on the number of flas.
Trixie lts the fire cores with pure power of fire, but I find and dig into the circuit that lts the fla cores.
The difficulty is zero, so the result doesnt change even if I square it several tis.
Im not bound by mana constraints.
Thats why Trixies effort is close to kicking. It is the difference between working hard and working smart.
No, thirty-two.
After raising five more, I manifested the flas.
Its not flashy, but its faithful to the basics.
Thirty-two fire cores lted like they were decomposed.
Trixie looked at with a shocked face.
Do it.
Only then did Trixies shoulders twitch. She shook her head and raised her hand without saying a word.
Thirty three.
The situation was reversed.
Now, when I raise five, she raises one.
Are you raising one?
Even though it was a simple question, Trixie didnt feel that way.
She bit her lower lip.
Thirty-four.
I quietly parted my lips toward her, who forcedly increased the number of fire cores by one.
You must be admiring yourself in the anti.
At that word, Trixies tremor stopped.
I calmly continued.
I also had a reason to let Trixie gather more mana.
The more you squeeze, the more youll get the lesson.
Because youre surpassing your limits in real ti Your will, your effort, you must think its proof that youre a genius.
Shut up.
Trixie gritted her teeth.
Bang!
At the sa ti, the blue fla exploded.
The living fla soon took the shape of a beast, a burning fla.
Whooosh! Whooosh!
The fierce fire seed like the howl of a fla. It was that powerful.
Oh my! Thats Fritz!
The exclamation from the audience was great.
It was natural.
He was actually excellent.
Crunch!
The fla bit the thirty-four fla cores fiercely. It was a close success.
Thirty-nine.
I lted thirty-nine fire cores without a gap.
But.
I didnt stop there.
I covered Trixies blue fla with red flas.
!
Trixies face turned pale. Like her own fla.
I got rid of the fla and opened my mouth.
Youre not a genius, and if you keep this up, your family na will hit the ground.
Not yet, not yet. Forty-four.
Trixie, covered in sweat, raised her arm. Her thin arm shook like crazy.
The fire cores floating in the air were soon as many and thick as piano keys.
Trixie had already consud all of her mana.
So, she can never succeed.
Your fla has nothing but the feature of being blue.
Stop.
Tick.
Trixie failed to manifest the fla.
The blue fla sagged without burning anything.
What difference does it make if you imply that your fla is special? Are you trying to deceive the elents?
Shut, shut! Shut your mouth!
Bang!
Her fla, filled with anger, exploded.
But it failed nicely.
Only the fla exploded, the fire cores were fine.
Ha ha
Trixies hand dropped to the floor.
She wouldnt have the strength to raise her arm anymore.
Ah aaaa
She lost.
It was natural to , but not to her.
It must have felt like denying her whole life.
No, it actually was.
Tell , do you have a hobby of humiliating yourself in front of others?
She clenched her face in silence.
Lets forget it. The teaching auction, the hunting competition.
Wait. Im still
I clicked my tongue and muttered a number.
A hundred.
A hundred fire cores floated from the ground.
There were so many that they looked like a black cloud.
!
Trixies eyes widened.
But I didnt lt them.
After a while, I dropped them back to the ground.
What do you think?
Would I have succeeded if I tried?
Our eyes t in the air.
Trixies blue eyes were constantly hit by waves.
Actually, thats not important at all. Trixie.
Trixie only gasped, unable to form any words.
Dragons hatch from eggs.
To them, the egg is a world, and their extraordinary birth begins with destroying a world.
The birth of an extraordinary mage is no different. Clan, duty, talent Their eggs exist under various nas.
There is one common point.
Break them and free yourself.
If she cant break her own world and co out, then its my job to knock on it from the outside.
The important thing is.
The mont when you break the world and face the light. Then she will finally know her true nature.
If it were you You would never have succeeded.
I knocked on her again.
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