Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 70: Trixie von Frits.

Chapter 70 Trixie von Fritz.

It means you would have never succeeded if it were you.

That one sentence pierced Trixies heart.

Her body was frozen like a statue, showing no sign of movement. 

Sweat rolled down her chin without a pause.

Tell me if you still think you have the right to be the representative. Ill put your name on the list.

It was an opportunity to put her name on the list. But her lips wouldnt part.

She shook her head slightly from side to side.

She couldnt put her name on the list like this. 

With this level of flame, she wouldnt be able to achieve anything in the competition.

It would lead to tarnishing her family name, and instead of solving her mothers riddle, she might only cause more trouble.

The next moment, she shook her head more vigorously. 

The movement didnt stop.

Her stamina was exhausted, and her heart was shattered.

She wanted to admit her defeat and get out of there. 

To a place where there was nothing, as soon as possible.

Thats when Flan opened his mouth.

Are you still pretending to be a genius?

That one sentence struck Trixies ears like lightning.

Their eyes met in the air. 

In Flans red pupils, she saw herself, trembling miserably.

Youre not afraid of losing.

No. 

That was wrong. 

Trixie was afraid of losing. 

She was scared and unfamiliar with this situation where she was broken in front of everyone.

Youre afraid of being seen as ungraceful by others.

But Trixies thoughts were swept away by Flans next sentence.

It was true, and her heart sank. Just one sentence.

You cant show them how you spit out your spirit, pour out your power, and challenge your limits with clenched teeth.

She couldnt breathe. 

It was hard to face herself.

Because you think its not graceful.

From then on, the whole scenery started to look white. 

In the middle of a space where nothing but silence existed, she stood blankly.

But.

It was then that Flan lowered his head and matched her eye level.

I have a few questions for you.

In the midst of the white-washed sight, his voice was too clear.

Would you really have failed if it were you?

An unexpected question.

Would it really be impossible if you put in your soul, spit out your spirit, and grinded all your teeth That.

A question mark was thrown into Trixies mind.

And if you tried, would that look really ungraceful?

The question mark started to multiply.

A magician who proves by trying, a magician who challenges even if he fails, something that cant even try because its trapped in the frame of a genius

Two, three. 

The number grew like crazy.

Who is graceful and who is ugly among them.

Finally, at some point.

And who is the genius among them?

!

Something started to sprout from the edge of Trixies deep heart.

I never wished for you to be ugly.

A small heat began to spread throughout her body.

Rather, I wish you to be graceful.

She couldnt see it, but Trixie knew. 

This too, was the blue flame of passion.

Ill ask you the last question here.

Flan raised his head again.

Trixie, do you remember?

He pointed to the fire cores that fell to the floor.

How many fire cores did I melt last?

By the time she heard that, her whole body was hot.

It wasnt painful or hard. 

She just started to recall the meaning of a magician and a Fritz.

A magician is someone who walks straight towards the truth.

A graceful being who wanders the world with magic as a companion, and proves things that are close to miracles.

If she didnt forget that she was walking that path, if she didnt give up in the face of difficulties, if she tried again and again Wouldnt that be graceful in itself?

If you want to burn something, burn yourself first.

Trixie chewed on the motto of the Fritz.

The answer was close from the beginning. 

She felt like she finally understood what the motto, which told her to light herself even at the cost of her body, wanted to say.

She would be graceful enough even if she sweated, gritted her teeth, bled, and burned.

At that moment, he would be truly reborn as a blue flame.

Of course I remember.

Thirty-nine.

The number of flame cores that Flan had melted last.

A hundred.

Trixie muttered the number softly. 

The fire cores that filled her sight like black clouds were not scary at all.

It was fine if she couldnt melt them all.

It was fine if someone found the process ridiculous.

It was fine if she wasnt a genius

As long as she could fulfill her role as the next heir of Fritz, the one who had always been her shadow. 

That was enough.

At this moment, she just wanted to be a mage.

She recalled the scenes she had seen in Saphora.

Herself standing proudly at the knight academy arena. 

Herself embracing Flan and sobbing. 

Herself from the future, urging him to remember one stroke.

Just let it be.

She spat out a word, squeezing her lungs. 

She stretched out her arm. 

It was still shaky, but it didnt matter. 

Her concentration was better than ever.

I am, Fritz.

She grabbed her other arm with her hand. 

She would bring out all the blue flames burning inside her.

At the same time, she felt a pain beyond her imagination and clenched her teeth. 

It was natural. 

Recovery was not done by the mind alone.

But.

She could make the flames.

Even if her whole body was soaked in sweat, even if her vision was blurred by the pain, even if her trembling body looked disgusting to someone.

She could do it.

Whooosh

A blue flame stuck to one of the fire cores.

Fritz.

Whaaaaa!

The flame soon spread, forming a blue barrier.

Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five.

The flame cores melted mercilessly under the onslaught of the blue flame. 

He turned his head and looked at Trixie.

From the girls face, blood and sweat mixed and dripped, and her whole body was shaking like a twig.

Literally, she was giving her all.

Her crumpled expression, her uniform soaked in sweat, her messy hair They were all things that Trixie hated.

But surprisingly, he felt the attribute of elegance from Trixie for the first time.

Thirty-six. Thirty-seven.

His eyes were not wrong. 

She was undoubtedly a gem.

She had broken the mold and came into the world, so Trixie as a true mage was just born. 

All that was left was to move forward.

If she overcame the new challenges one by one, someday she would become the genius that she had cried out for.

Of course, there was no such thing as a predetermined fate.

Magic itself was a miracle that defied fate, so it was fair to say that there was no such thing as a future that could be confidently expected.

But he was willing to help her defy it when her fate came to an end.

Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine.

This time, he looked at the audience.

They were all watching Trixies blue flame without blinking.

He was sure that among these many spectators, not a single one would find Trixie disgusting.

That was the aesthetics of magic. 

If the mage went the right way, the surroundings would naturally feel it and admire it.

The fire cores continued to melt as he looked around.

Forty.

Uh, ugh Cough!

Trixies eyes rolled back. 

Without any sign of staggering, her body fell to the ground in an instant.

He quietly caught her with his body.

Between the smell of sweat and smoke, a faint jasmine scent tickled his nose.

He didnt even know that he was smiling.

Her lips were curled up. 

As if she had fallen into a comfortable sleep, as if she was praising her own choice.

He quietly took out the trivia with his telekinesis and opened it.

[ *Teaching Auction ] 

[ Trixie von Fritz. ] 

[ Congratulations on becoming my disciple. ]

He also typed the letters with his telekinesis, then tapped Trixies forehead with the covered trivia and laid her down on the floor.

Trixie von Fritz was now, whether she liked it or not, his disciple.

Ah Im sorry

The student who was in charge of the judgment looked at me and Trixie alternately. 

He seemed worried about Trixie, but also curious about the outcome of the match. His face was a mixture of complex emotions.

I had melted thirty-nine, Trixie had forty.

I quietly adjusted my sleeves and clothes.

I nodded twice and uttered two words.

Concede.

The student blinked his eyes twice. 

He didnt seem to understand what I said at all.

?

He tilted his head and stared at me.

!

Then he widened his eyes and jumped on the spot.

Co, co, concede? You?

There was no going back. 

I nodded and moved my feet.

Conceding didnt mean that he had lost. 

The number of fire cores didnt matter to me at all.

But.

Trixie had the courage to break the mold, Trixie had finally broken through the world, Trixie had embraced true elegance, and lastly, her smile.

All of that was victory, and I wanted to teach her that.