Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 150:

Chapter 150:

Translator: MarcTempest

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Chapter 150: Isaac’s Place

Trixie kept running.

The next head of the von Fritz family, the owner of the blue flame, the girl who was known as a genius among the first-year students of the magic department.

She had given up all her dignity and was running with all her strength.

“….”

She should be out of breath, but her breathing was relaxed. Her arms and legs should be tired, but her body was very light.

She was running with all her power, but she didn’t feel exhausted. Her feelings didn’t matter, as if her body condition was improving by absorbing the blue soul.

Eternal life.

The ultimate state of not aging.

She thought that such a state could not exist in reality.

Even if it did, the prerequisites would not be so easy. And the information would not be so widespread.

If that was possible, why did her mother, the founder of the blue flame, end her life?

Why did the illustrious ancestors become mere letters and constellations?

…The reason was simple.

There was no eternal life.

‘Dad.’

He had always been strict and harsh since she was young.

But Isaac never lied to her. So she thought he would do the same this time.

She thought he was truly pursuing his own eternal life, and he told her the truth.

She also thought it was for the sake of her parents, so she didn’t doubt much.

She would grow, her father would get healthy, and her relatives, including April, would bow their heads again…. She wished for all those things.

She wanted to grasp them at once.

Now that she thought about it, was it a foolish greed?

Was it greed to get the impossible things easily?

Or should she blame her innocent self?

She didn’t know what to regret and what to blame.

She ran and soon arrived at the mansion.

The mansion, which would have been full of vitality, was strangely quiet today.

?

“Ah, miss.”

A maid who met her eyes was wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

She felt a surge of anxiety as she saw her swollen face.

“Dad.”

“Yes…?”

“Where is dad?”

She asked, but she didn’t wait for the answer.

She knew he would be in the bedroom, so she moved her steps quickly.

“….”

Her wide strides led her to Isaac’s bedroom.

This time, there was no one to stop her, and no one to warn her not to approach.

“In the end….”

Was it because of her?

She still didn’t know the identity of the blue soul. But she could feel that it was causing a very favorable change in her body every second.

His goal was not his own eternal life, but Trixie’s growth.

Could it be that he did that?

“If you want to protect something, burn yourself first….”

She muttered the motto of the von Fritz family.

She used to recite it with a sense of duty, but now every letter of the content came to her with a fearful meaning.

It might be a good ending for others to see.

Isaac, who could do anything for the von Fritz family, might be happy to leave his daughter’s growth behind.

But.

“No.”

She couldn’t accept it as his daughter.

She had a lot of questions and things to hear.

She hadn’t shared any time to prepare for the farewell.

She finally arrived at the bedroom door.

She carefully put her hand on the doorknob.

?

It was just a doorknob, but it seemed like a religious thing, so she closed her eyes and let out a low breath.

?

She finished her silent prayer and opened her eyes slightly.

“…?”

No, she wanted to open them slowly, but they widened.

The doorknob, which she thought would be locked, turned without resistance.

“What….”

Trixie entered with a bad feeling.

And that bad feeling became a reality.

“Sob sob sob…!”

“Ah, sob! Sniff….”

Trixie stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

The maids were all lying down and crying.

She understood the situation just by that, and she couldn’t move her eyes to the bed.

“Miss….”

The maid who met Trixie’s eyes was also swollen.

She whispered in a tearful voice.

“Miss, the lord….”

Trixie shook her head.

She didn’t know if she had nothing to say or too much to say.

The only thing that was certain was that Trixie didn’t have the courage to hear the next words.

Her eyes finally turned to the bed.

“….”

Isaac von Fritz.

He laid still.

But that was all. He did not breathe, nor did he blink.

Everything in her head was covered in white in an instant.

Trixie approached the bed as if bewitched. She knelt down and checked the state of the lord.

“Dad.”

There was no answer. He was no longer alive.

The eyes that always sparkled like jewels on Trixie’s face became cloudy.

Trixie quietly took her father’s hand.

“…!”

And as soon as her skin touched his, she recoiled in shock.

It was too hard and cold, unnatural.

Her vision blurred.

The world split apart, and she felt like she was falling into a secluded place by herself. The maids’ sobbing sounds faded away.

“Dad.”

She gathered her courage and took his hand again.

She did not cry, more shocked than sad. The girl just squeezed his hand.

What kind of feeling would it take to sacrifice someone’s death to make them stronger? What kind of sensation would it be?

The girl still did not know.

“For me, for me….”

She buried her face quietly on his chest. Moisture dripped onto his flesh, which had turned into a dry log.

She had so much to say, but the only words she could utter were those two, with a different weight than before.

“Dad….”

Still, his heart did not beat.

?

The dueling ground of the von Fritz estate.

The moment of verification had finally arrived.

It was time to suppress the uncontrollable emotions and sort out the chaotic thoughts, forcibly or not.

“…”

Trixie looked around without a word.

‘On purpose.’

Verification was a procedure that could be done by just the two of them. But April had deliberately brought all kinds of relatives.

As a result, countless eyes were pouring on her now.

And what was in those eyes was not affection or compassion.

Just cold and calculating pupils.

Trash that took their father’s death as a mere opportunity. In that turmoil, she was thrown alone.

Without a father.

Without a mother.

Carrying it all by herself.

“Trixie.”

Then, Flan called her.

“Can you do it?”

“Hoo.”

There was a brief silence, but Trixie soon nodded her head as she exhaled.

She thought maybe she wasn’t alone.

The representatives of the magic department were cheering for her.

“Before being the heir, I’m also a mage.”

Mage.

It was the word that best expressed her determination at this moment.

As if they understood, the representatives, including Flan, nodded quietly.

Trixie started walking towards the center of the dueling ground, and April narrowed her eyes as she watched.

“What, Trixie. You’re doing it yourself from the start?”

“Shut up.”

“What…?”

Trixie looked straight into April’s eyes.

“I told you to shut up.”

April grimaced.

“This bitch has gone crazy….”

She was about to spew curses, but she stopped.

‘What, why is she like this?’

She couldn’t help but feel a bit of discomfort.

The energy flowing from Trixie’s eyes.

Something far from the easy-going look she had never seen before, something close to madness.

As she witnessed it, her lips froze.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter if she comes out like this.’

April had offered Trixie a benefit.

The key point was ‘if you’re tired of facing many people, you can send out a representative of the magic department instead.’

She said it as if she was doing her a favor, but of course her true intention was different.

She wanted to compete with the prestigious magic department.

If she broke them, she could absorb their popularity, and if she just impressed them, she could join them, so it was a win-win situation.

So she didn’t need to talk.

She didn’t need to be courteous.

She would humiliate Trixie and trample her down, and then Flan, her husband, would have no choice but to intervene.

Ah, of course, she changed her mind about one thing.

‘You deserve a harsh punishment for your insolence, Trixie.’

April had originally planned to just step on him lightly, but now her mind had changed and she wanted to make him a complete mess.

April smiled at the man who stood by her side.

“January. You go first.”

January immediately headed towards the center of the arena.

Soon, two people faced each other there, and Trixie wore a white cotton glove on her hand.

Wearing a cotton glove with the symbol of the family meant that he would do his best in the fight.

Trixie clenched and unclenched his left hand a few times, then stared at January quietly.

‘Relatives.’

Looking back, relatives had always been a fearful existence for Trixie. Her parents had treated her harshly and warned her to be careful of them, and the ones she actually met were also frustrated that they couldn’t torment her more.

But she was different from then.

‘Isaac von Fritz.’

She muttered her father’s name inwardly.

The more she guessed her father’s heart, who had even risked his death for her growth, the more she realized that the threats of the relatives who tried to intimidate her were nothing but trivial.

She didn’t know.

She didn’t know that everything was for her, from one to ten.

She doubted that he only saw her as a doll.

She thought he would sell her under the name of marriage for the sake of the family.

She hated and fought with her father until the last moment.

…And that was the last conversation.

“Phew.”

Trixie let out a wet sigh.

No matter what she said, it wouldn’t reach him now.

Trixie knew she had to apologize through her actions, and she knew what actions she had to show.

If someone asked her what she knew.

‘I can’t even say it.’

Because she realized too many things.

‘It will happen.’

She would definitely become the head of the von Fritz family.

That’s when January on the other side turned his head.

He made a creaking sound every time he loosened his body.

“January.”

Trixie didn’t even answer.

“What, you’re not going to introduce yourself?”

January remembered Trixie. The girl who imitated the cold winter, but was more sensitive to the cold than anyone.

The girl who acted tough, but broke easily when touched.

But Trixie, who was like that, was acting tough again in front of January.

Just like Mia von Fritz.

“Are you acting tough again? Like your mother?”

“You’ll see.”

“…”

Trixie’s retort made January furrow his brows.

He was not messy, rather well-groomed, but what he gave off now was clearly a killing intent.

“Fine. Then, let’s see…”

He pretended to think about something with his arms crossed, and then January shot a flame like a whip in an instant.

Wham-!

He was just doing as April instructed.

He was going to bind Trixie’s limbs with this, and humiliate her in front of everyone.

“…?”

But at that moment.

Crash!

Something that was swaying like a shadow under Trixie.

It became a blue whip and stretched out in eight directions.

No, it took the shape of a venomous snake and bit January’s flame whip.

“…What!”

January shouted at the sight beyond his imagination.

But it was too early to shout anything.

The truly amazing sight unfolded after that.

Snap-!

Trixie snapped her fingers.

The thin snakes joined their bodies and formed a huge weapon.

It soared into the sky as if ascending.

“Huh…?”

January muttered blankly then.

Snap-!

Trixie snapped her fingers.

The moment he admired the opponent’s skill purely, he had already lost the victory.

Crash-!

The weapon that flew in the air hit his forehead at an incredible speed.

It was over in an instant.

“Ugh…”

A huge crater was formed on the ground of the arena.

Despite the burns all over his body, January felt a sensation of freezing as he lay in the middle of the crater.

Trixie flicked her finger again.

But it was not a manifestation of magic.

She simply pointed her index finger behind her, at April.

“Come out.”

After defeating April.

“…April.”

She was supposed to take Isaac’s place.