Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 80: Finale. Curtain Call.

Chapter 80: Finale. Curtain Call.

Chapter 80 Finale. Curtain Call.

What is this?

In the midst of the dazzling white threads, Ella suddenly noticed a blue thread.

It was a bothersome strand.

A blue thread that had fallen on her white fur coat. 

It was something that seemed insignificant, even though it caught her eye.

But then, the number of threads increased.

Just like Ella had spread out her threads, the blue threads began to multiply and compete in the air.

They tangled.

The blue threads of Flan skillfully defended against Ellas white threads, and they moved sharply and mercilessly.

A sword?

That was impossible.

She had never heard of a mage wielding a sword, let alone using threads as a weapon.

But now, Flan was clearly handling  blue threads that took the shape of a sword.

Maybe even faster and sharper than Ellas.

How dare you!

It was outrageous.

She could accept that he used magic to create a sword-like shape, but what she couldnt forgive was that Ellas white threads were pushed back by the blue threads.

Why.

The question was simply why.

Its a dream.

The technique that had raised the status of her four siblings to the current level, and that had made Ella the first among them.

Ellas soul was embedded in each and every white thread. 

How much had she worked hard to make many people tremble in fear and kneel before her?

The number of threads she had accumulated was as many as hundreds. 

Thats why she had never imagined losing to a first-year student, a mage.

But.

The reality that unfolded was strange.

Ellas white threads seemed like mere fabric, as the blue threads calmly embroidered over them.

How can this be?

Ella bit her lower lip.

The taste of blood was bitter.

It was a technique that she had perfected to the point of satisfaction. But why, why couldnt she shake his composure?

Her threads were tied up and blocked, and victory was slipping away.

Why?

She had taken it for granted and never doubted it. I cant lose to a mage. 

That was shattered right in front of her nose.

Exactly why!

Ella gripped her sword again.

This time, she doubled the number of threads.

Meanwhile, Flan quietly focused on his manifestation.

He couldnt produce countless strands, considering the amount of mana he had, but if he had one good one, that was enough.

Artificial and natural.

Artificial was nothing but decoration.

A pitiful imitation that was created by mimicking a living flower, a mere thing that satisfied the ego of the viewer.

Many people misunderstood magic as artificial.

Even mages thought so sometimes.

A sweet lie that made miracles seem like reality. 

A power that was nothing more than that. 

Many people thought so. 

It was like that everywhere.

But they were wrong.

A formula that embodied imagination. 

A circuit that transferred it to a design. 

A combination that made the design into reality.

Every step of the process had a vivid scent.

A scent that could never be produced by a fake, the name of that scent was the essence.

At the end of cooking, there was a delicacy. At the end of refining, there was a sword of fame. 

At the end of crafting, there was an immortal art.

Humans called it close to a miracle.

Then what about magic?

Was magic also a field that approached the realm of miracles as it reached the extreme?

No.

That was where they were wrong.

The realm of the great mage Merhen, Flan felt a short impression when he reached that position.

Magic was not a fantasy that whispered sweet lies. 

He knew that to his bones.

Magic, and miracle.

These two words had the same meaning.

There was no need to imitate a miracle, no need to invoke a miracle, no need to strive to get closer to a miracle.

Magic.

This phenomenon is a miracle in itself.

The fruit of the mind that strives to achieve the impossible. 

The essence of magic is to prove that miracles are real.

Splendor, awe, elegance All these things are merely by-products of the magic that naturally emanates.

Flan does not obsess over the by-products.

If he has the foundation, even the simplest magic will envelop the surroundings with a profound fragrance.

If he uses it without knowing the source, it will only remain as a well-carved imitation.

Just like Ella in front of him.

No matter how dazzling or powerful she becomes, he cant sense any trace of the foundation that can be called the essence.

Flan glanced at the side.

He saw the representatives looking at him with blank eyes.

Youll see for yourself.

What he is going to show them now is the foundation of magic.

Those who know how to enjoy the fragrance of life dont look for harmony anymore. 

Likewise, if they feel this foundation, the magic department representatives wont be impatient anymore.

Even if they are frustrated by their innate abilities right now, they will try their best not to lose their foundation.

Even if their bodies change, or even the world changes.

The foundation of magic is an immutable element.

As long as this doesnt disappear, as long as there is at least one magician who can see and be inspired by this.

Magicians will not bend in front of any disaster, and magic will willingly become their tool.

He also wanted to teach the siblings a lesson.

They will realize that the blessing they gained overnight was actually a curse, a shackle that prevented them from focusing on anything but the sword.

Flans threads brilliantly handled Ellas four swords. 

Soon, cross-stitches began to be embroidered in the air.

One line. Two. 

They multiplied endlessly.

What was drawn then was a blue hexagram.

The power that never fades because it cant be reversed. 

The symbol of wisdom. 

Even in this simple shape, the foundation of magic exists.

Flan saw Becky, Trixie, and Louis in his sight. 

He felt an indescribable emotion at the sight of them staring blankly at this spectacle.

This is the path you have to walk.

The stone that Flan acknowledged.

They are also magicians, so they have to reach this point someday.

You

Ellas mouth opened in admiration.

How foolish to admire the enemy.

But even knowing that, she couldnt help but admire it. 

It was irresistible. 

The scene unfolding before her eyes touched her instinct beyond understanding.

Ellas sense was sight. 

A dark vision.

In the place where there was only darkness, she felt all the traces of the blue thread. 

All kinds of magic circles were embroidered in blue.

Even if she only looked at the lines and circles, there were hundreds of them, patterns or shapes or ornaments She couldnt understand the geometry at all. She only felt vaguely that they were beautiful.

Ella couldnt read the formula.

Even if she felt like she would lose her grip, she didnt have the courage to try to unravel it.

But she still felt it.

All the points, lines, and circles that could be called infinite They were all working like intricate gears.

Beautiful.

She couldnt bring herself to say that out loud.

But she just relaxed her hand, and admired the blue patterns that appeared in her dark vision.

She became calm in the midst of a desperate situation. 

It felt like she was being sucked into an unknown place.

She couldnt help but marvel. She couldnt help but acknowledge.

How do I deal with this

-You might lose if youre not careful.

Suddenly, Ivans words replayed in her head.

What was hiding in Ellas blind spot, what direction should she walk to reach it, what should she train to attain it, and where did it all go wrong

Countless questions arose, but she couldnt open her mouth to ask. 

And Flans threads didnt answer her either.

It is just graceful, like a work of art.

It dyed everything blue, as if it would fill all the gaps in Ellas blind spot.

And finally, the finale.

Clang-!

The threads broke all at once and flew into the air. 

Flan threw a spark there.

The Fire Wolf immediately chased after it and soared.

-Time elapsed, the fifth stage is over.

Curtain call.

There was a beautiful spectacle in the air.

With the glittering threads wrapped around her body, the Fire Wolf spewing flames was a torch of the festival.

The Fire Wolfs flesh scattered in the air like a mirage, and the only thing left was a deep silence.

In that quietness, the announcement continued.

-The scores are calculated and announced. -Magic department, 300 points. -Knight department, 240 points.

The scores of the two departments, which had been equal until now, began to diverge from the fifth stage.

Flan muttered quietly.

Do you like it, Ella?

The one who took the lead was not the four siblings, but the magic department.

-Considering the skills of the representatives of both departments. 

-The tenth stage will begin in five minutes.

At that moment, as if time had stopped.

Ella couldnt give any answer.