I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 326

The first snow had fallen.

It was an early December day.

The students of Stella Academy, thrilled to see the first snow, ran around the campus, building snowmen and engaging in snowball fights, almost like children.

"Doesn’t matter if it’s a prestigious academy; kids are still kids," Arumon Blushun thought, peeking through the lively crowd of fresh young faces. He noted the clear air of the campus; after all, even smoking wasn’t allowed here.

"Ah, to be young."

Though he appeared to be a man in his late twenties, Arumon was actually a grand wizard of the 9th class who had lived over 150 years.

"President, here you are. Allow us to escort you," said one of the Stella guards.

Despite sneaking through Stella’s front gate for a surprise entrance, it hadn’t even taken ten minutes for the guards to find him.

He wondered if Elteman had forewarned them of his visit, ruining his plan to catch them off guard.

"Not much fun, is it?"

The guards weren’t the least bit fazed by his weary appearance. Most wizards already knew that he had been sick for quite some time.

Walking alongside the guards, Arumon looked up at the snowy sky. No matter how old he got, the excitement of the first snowfall was always new.

...Perhaps it was because he couldn’t be certain he’d see the first snow of the following year.

"I remember that snowy day when I first learned magic," he reminisced.

In Arumon’s youth, there were no magic academies; the only way to learn was by following around wizards of dubious character and picking up what he could.

He guessed that Elteman, the headmaster of this school, had gone through the same thing. Having endured such a past and then establishing a magic academy to usher in an era of grand magic for the world, Elteman was someone Arumon found increasingly admirable.

Though he, too, was a wizard of the 9th class, he could not dare compare his achievements to those of Elteman Eltewin, who had brought a great transformation to humanity.

After a short walk, following the guard, Arumon found himself at Stella’s general hospital.

Originally, it had started as an infirmary for injured students, but after the head nurse’s unexpected discovery of her genius in magical healing, it evolved into a world-renowned hospital—a rather unique case.

Apparently, patients from outside still crowded in regularly.

Arumon checked the basket of golden apples he’d brought with him. Though they were said to be capable of curing any illness, in truth, they were simply extraordinarily delicious—a rare treat nonetheless.

They would make a perfect gift for a patient.

"We’ll leave you here," the guard said.

"Thank you for your service."

As the guard left, a nurse who had been standing nervously behind lifted her head.

"Nurse Reimi? Could you guide me?"

"Ah... yes!"

"Where is Baek Yuseol?"

"We need to go to the very top floor..."

"Well, well, quite the VIP treatment. Wasn’t that room created specifically for Elteman in case he ever got injured?"

"The headmaster has never used it, actually..."

"Better than letting it sit unused."

Reimi led the way for Arumon, moving cautiously.

"The president of the magic society...!" she thought to herself, flustered.

There couldn’t be a person in the magic world who didn’t know him.

Whenever any incident arose in this society, it was bound to reach his ears, and his influence would be felt.

Not only had he captured countless magic criminals, but he was also the one who had stabilized society in the chaotic early days of the great era of magic, establishing laws and order. His face was often seen on the front page of newspapers.

"Th-this is the room..." Reimi said, guiding him to Baek Yuseol’s hospital room.

Arumon gestured with a nod for her to open the door. She flinched slightly at his informal tone and reached for the door handle.

"Hold on."

"Y-yes...?"

"Aren’t you going to knock?"

"Oh! Right!"

Realizing her mistake, she quickly knocked, and a voice from inside invited them in.

Reimi opened the door carefully and finally entered Baek Yuseol’s room.

"Well, I’ll be..."

"...What?"

The sight before her overwhelmed Reimi’s senses, freezing her thought process.

Inside stood the headmaster of Stella, Elteman Eltewin.

The queen of all fairies and elves, Flowerserin.

And others, whose appearances were extraordinary, their presence almost shimmering. Reimi promptly fainted.

"Oh dear."

Arumon caught her as she slumped, murmuring in a tired voice, "Quite the excessive crowd, just to visit a single high schooler."

"You’re here? We were just about to discuss something important," Elteman greeted him.

"Elteman. Still talking like a kid, huh?"

"What’s wrong with that? Feels like I’m younger, and that’s a good thing, right?"

Arumon had heard beforehand that the Twelve Moons were sticking close to Baek Yuseol, but seeing them in person was still astonishing.

Even for a 9th-class wizard like himself, Arumon’s heart pounded at the sight; one could only imagine how a normal nurse would feel.

"The girls over there... they must be Baek Yuseol’s friends."

He recognized their names and faces from the Aslan Seminar, where they had gathered as the academy’s top geniuses.

Placing down the basket of golden apples, Arumon noticed the heap of gifts already piled by Baek Yuseol’s bed, making him click his tongue in disbelief.

The current guests were impressive, but the presents were on another level.

Among the gifts were a bouquet from the Tower Lord of Full Moon, Hae Seongwol, a sculpture made by the notoriously eccentric Golden Alchemist Hwasok Cord himself, a handwritten letter from Alteria, a prodigy and role model for teenagers, and a ceremonial sword from the commander of the Stella Magic Knights, Araine.

“...Why a ceremonial sword, though?”

He shook his head.

"Looks like I’m the most modest one here."

"It’s the thought that counts, wouldn’t you say?"

"Ha ha, yes! The thought is what counts."

Suddenly, a large blue-skinned man wedged himself between Arumon and Elteman, extending his hand toward Arumon.

"A human who has reached such a great height. I must express my respect."

"Thank you. I am Arumon Blushun."

"I will remember that name."

The Bronze Twelfth Moon’s hand was icy cold, to the point that most people wouldn’t be able to endure it with ordinary magical resistance.

"...No, is it mental fortitude?"

A mysterious cold that could feel either freezing or warm depending on one’s mental strength. He marveled at the power of the Twelve Moons.

"All those gathered here are members of the Twelve Moons. They’ve come due to the severity of Baek Yuseol’s condition," Elteman explained.

"Pleasure to meet you all."

Arumon politely greeted each one in turn, but he couldn’t help but react when he saw the last figure—a gentleman with a brown aura.

"Tamgalto Yewol!"

This was the Twelve Moon who protected the notorious Black Horse, Chellyvon, whom Arumon had pursued his whole life.

"Oh... don’t look at me like that. Chellyvon isn’t a bad one..."

"Many lives were lost because of you."

Arumon knew that he would lose if he clashed with the Twelve Moons here, but he couldn’t let it go.

"Hey, Arumon, President? Just wait a moment," Elteman hastily intervened, but Arumon waved him off.

"...Almost made a fool of myself in a sick room. Please forgive my rudeness."

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"No need, Arumon. I understand your feelings. Tamgalto Yewol is too young and reckless," another Twelve Moon member spoke.

"Tsk, that rascal. Despite being told not to interfere with the mortal realm, he’s been causing trouble all over."

"Tamgalto Yewol, don’t be discouraged. Pain helps us grow."

"Damn... what do you all know..."

Tamgalto Yewol, looking sullen, slunk back into the corner, a small flower blooming at his side, offered by Flowerserin.

Arumon tore his gaze from Tamgalto Yewol and approached Baek Yuseol, who lay unconscious.

Next to him sat Angel, a girl with sky-blue hair, who tensed when Arumon approached.

"You’re a child of the Morp Grand Duke’s family. Don’t be afraid."

"...Yes."

"It’s been over two weeks now, hasn’t it?"

When Angel nodded silently, Arumon’s expression turned grave.

"We must find a way to wake him."

Elteman stepped closer.

"This child will change all of our destinies. He must not die here."

"For someone concerned about a patient, you sound rather intense."

"It’s for the sake of us all."

"For everyone’s sake..."

Arumon couldn’t understand what he meant. Or rather, he wondered if this whole situation even made sense.

A mere 17-year-old boy. A commoner, not a noble.

A boy who couldn’t even use magic properly yet had somehow entered Stella Academy—a true anomaly.

At the beginning of the year, when he had first appeared in the magical world, he was nothing but a penniless, friendless nobody.

Yet

within a single year, this boy had left an indelible mark on Aiter World.

How could the condition of one boy cause not one, but four members of the Twelve Moons to gather like this?

Arumon slowly turned his gaze toward the Twelve Moons, who all wore troubled expressions.

"Could someone explain to me what’s happening in this world?"

The Silver Eleventh Moon stroked his beard thoughtfully before finally speaking.

"In ten years, the world will end."

"...What are you saying all of a sudden?"

It was so out of the blue that even Arumon had trouble processing it.

But his interlocutor was none other than the Silver Eleventh Moon.

A being who transcended time itself... He wouldn’t utter such a thing lightly. As Arumon processed this, the Bronze Twelfth Moon elaborated.

"No. It was supposed to happen."

"Supposed to? Does that mean the apocalypse has been delayed?"

With a glimmer of hope, Arumon asked, but the Twelve Moons all shook their heads.

"It was almost delayed... thanks to that boy."

"But not all Twelve Moons favor the world," the Silver Eleventh Moon added gravely.

"The Wheel Twelfth Moon," he continued, making Arumon’s mind snap to full attention.

"He has begun forcibly twisting the pieces of the story to correct the world’s fate."

"Twisting... the story?"

"Yes. He’s forcibly altering the path of destiny."

"And what will that cause?" Arumon asked.

"As I said," the elder with silver hair lowered his gaze.

"The end is coming. Swiftly. Sadly, we cannot resist it."

After a pause, he added one last thing.

"Except for that boy..."

That was why the Twelve Moons had gathered here.

"This... can’t be..."

Arumon felt his head spin from the shock of what he’d just heard.