I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 344

"Kill the angels."

Those were the words Alpha had heard from his father ever since he was old enough to form thoughts. The man who had taken him in, raised him, and guided him had repeated it endlessly.

"Hate the angels."

Alpha, as a child, had once questioned why.

Aren’t angels supposed to be kind? A tiny part of him had held onto that doubt, a seed of hesitation buried deep in his heart.

But his father had been insistent.

"Angels are vile beings who corrupted the world."

"They sought to claim the Twelve Moons, plunging the world into chaos."

As time passed, Alpha’s doubts faded.

"Yes, Father," he had said.

Years turned to decades. Alpha, who had once been human, sold his soul to demons to become an Angelis, an angel hunter, extending his lifespan far beyond that of ordinary mortals. Ten years passed, then twenty, then fifty, then a century.

All that time, Alpha lived hidden from the world, hating an enemy that didn’t seem to exist.

He no longer needed a reason.

He had been taught to hate angels. Killing them had become his purpose.

"Angels are evil."

That belief had been his unwavering conviction for over a century. Now, with an angel appearing before him for the first time, Alpha was ready to fulfill his father’s legacy.

Or so he thought.

"Something feels... wrong."

Alpha raised his arms high, summoning a crimson orb that swelled like an inflating balloon. A moment later, it burst, scattering dozens of fiery projectiles across the mountainside.

"Ahh!" Full Frame cried out as she struggled to maintain her shield against the massive explosion.

In that moment, Alpha found an opening. He extended his finger and unleashed a red laser toward Full Frame, but a large snowball, tumbling from the cliffs above, intercepted the attack.

"Damn it! Again!"

It was as if the mountain itself was protecting her.

Why?

Nature was supposed to be neutral, aligned with neither good nor evil. But why did it seem to be shielding an angel? Shouldn’t nature side with good? And wasn’t he the one on the side of good?

"This is absurd."

The fight between a 5th-class mage and a 7th-class mage was like comparing a motorbike to a dump truck. While 5th-class was impressive, 7th-class existed on an entirely different plane of power.

Alpha could obliterate an entire house with a single, delay-free spell. If he wanted, he could decimate an entire area. Yet, Full Frame—a 5th-class mage—was evading him like a slippery fish, occasionally exploiting small openings to counterattack.

This should have been an easy hunt. A cat playing with a mouse. But this mouse was baring its teeth and lunging at the cat’s throat.

And the mountain itself seemed determined to hinder him, slowing his progress at every turn.

As the hunt dragged on, unwanted thoughts crept into Alpha’s mind.

"Is this really... the right thing to do?"

If even nature seemed to have a will of its own and was protecting the angel, could his actions truly be righteous?

He recalled the moment the angel had revealed herself, soaring into the sky to protect humans under attack without hesitation, even at the risk of exposure.

The massive spear Alpha hurled shattered a cliffside, sending Full Frame tumbling. Dazed, she struggled to regain her balance before unfurling her wings and flying again.

It had been the perfect opportunity. If he had followed up with another attack, he might have pierced her heart.

But he hadn’t.

Why hadn’t he?

"Father, why are angels evil?" he had once asked.

His father’s answer had been cold and direct.

"The moment angels claim the Twelve Moons, the world will face destruction. We knew this from the beginning."

It made sense then. They had been fighting in secret to protect the world from angels.

"To protect the world."

That belief had sustained Alpha for over a century, even as he hated an enemy he’d never seen.

But now, faced with a real angel, his conviction wavered.

Had his father ever encountered an angel himself? No, it was impossible. His father had died at the age of 130, long after angels had supposedly been eradicated. He had spent his entire life preparing for an angel’s return but had never actually seen one.

"If angels truly seek to destroy the world by claiming the Twelve Moons... why does nature protect them?"

Alpha’s thoughts were interrupted as a crimson blast grazed Full Frame. Her wing tore as she spiraled downward, clutching the wound.

It would be easy to end it now. Close the distance, snap her neck, and finish the hunt.

Alpha clenched his eyes shut.

"I’m just doing what I must."

He opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on the wounded angel.

He had to believe his father’s teachings were true. He needed to believe.

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Meanwhile, Angel found herself struggling to control her flight. She wanted to rush to Full Frame’s side, but her icy wings seemed to have a will of their own, carrying her elsewhere.

Her mind was clouded, her vision unfocused. Before she realized it, she had arrived.

A massive wall of ice stood before her, intricately adorned with patterns resembling snowflakes. It wasn’t just a wall—it was a gate.

Angel stepped back, taking in its towering height, easily exceeding a ten-story building.

As she approached and placed her hand on the surface, the gate rumbled and slowly opened, releasing a wave of familiar mana.

It was a scent she hadn’t experienced in years, one so nostalgic it brought tears to her eyes.

Before she knew it, her ski gear was gone, replaced by a flowing sky-blue dress that shimmered in the cold. Despite the thin fabric, she felt no chill. Instead, she was filled with an overwhelming surge of mana, far beyond anything she had ever imagined.

Her fingers trembled as she touched the icy wall, feeling the heartbeat of Illazelin Reverse Mountain itself.

"This mountain... it’s alive."

Angel’s movements caused a small avalanche, startling her into falling backward. She looked around in awe as the mountain responded to her presence.

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Inside, she found a temple-like space, adorned with ice flowers glowing softly from the ceiling. The walls were decorated with patterns identical to those in her father’s study. Her breath caught in her throat.

"This place... it’s connected to my father."

At the center of the room floated a large ice monument. Approaching it, Angel saw words etched into its surface.

"Angel Morpheus, my daughter, congratulations on becoming an adult."

"From, Father."

Her knees buckled as she read the inscription. The handwriting was unmistakably her father’s. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her forehead against the cold surface.

"This... this is the gift you prepared for me."

It wasn’t pain she felt in her chest, but a deep, aching love. The warmth of her father’s memory enveloped her like a comforting embrace.