I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 345

Eisel knelt on the ground, clutching the icy monument left behind by her father. Despite its paradoxical warmth, the sensation of ice brought her comfort as she slowly opened her eyes.

Her azure eyes gleamed brighter than ever, an almost otherworldly glow emanating from them.

"This isn’t the time for this," she murmured, standing up with determination. She fixed her gaze on the empty air before her.

"The Eternal Palace of Ice."

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The identity of the monumental magic spanning the entirety of Reverse Mountain lay before her—a spell so grand that Eisel could scarcely comprehend its enormity. It was magic that froze space itself, creating a palace of ice that dominated the entire mountain. Something like this seemed plausible only in the realm of dreams.

Through her magical sight, she saw a vivid image: **Full Frame**, injured, fleeing from the Angel Hunter. The vision was so clear, it was as if Full Frame were right in front of her.

At that moment, the Angel Hunter loosed a crimson arrow toward Full Frame. The arrow's magical resonance, even from afar, was terrifying—just grazing it could inflict severe injuries, and a direct hit would undoubtedly be fatal.

"Danger!"

Without thinking, Eisel swung her hand.

*Crash!*

An ice cliff erupted suddenly from the ground, intercepting the crimson arrow.

"Ah..."

Seeing Full Frame escape safely, Eisel glanced at her own hand in disbelief.

"The connection is intact."

She hadn’t expected to stand a chance against a 7th-class Angel Hunter. But with the power of Reverse Mountain at her command, the odds had shifted.

"Hup!"

Pressing her fingers together and drawing them to her lips, Eisel gathered her mana.

"Rise."

As she pointed her fingers upward, massive ice spikes shot out from the ground behind Full Frame, impaling Alpha squarely in the torso.

*Boom!*

"Urgh..."

Alpha managed to conjure a shield in time to mitigate the damage, but he couldn’t fully disperse it. Angered, he glared at the snowy mountain, but resisting an assault from nature itself was futile.

"Collapse," Eisel commanded.

An avalanche descended upon Alpha, burying him in cascading snow. She followed with a tempest that tossed him around mercilessly. Taking advantage of the opening, Full Frame launched a counterattack.

The tide of battle was turning.

If Full Frame hadn’t fled to Reverse Mountain, none of this would have been possible. Was it mere coincidence?

"No... it’s fate," Eisel thought.

Her father’s final gift had led her here. Yet amidst her gratitude, a question lingered:

"How is this possible?"

The succession of magic? That was fine. But leaving behind such a colossal spell, still functional after all this time, defied logic.

It was as if...

"As if Father tore his magic away entirely to pass it on to me."

The act of separating one's magic to bestow it upon another was rare, but not unheard of. If her father had done so, it explained everything.

But why? Why go to such lengths?

Eisel looked at the monument floating before her, flipped it over, and noticed something new. Ancient magical runes appeared, etched not by her father but by someone else.

"Ancient runes..."

Though the text was archaic, her proficiency in third-class ancient rune deciphering allowed her to read most of it.

[The Morpheus Family]

[The Eternal Palace of Ice]

[Only those whose blood flows with the lineage of magic shall inherit the palace.]

Some parts were illegible or faded, but the meaning was clear enough.

"The Twelve Disciples of the Ancient Wizard... The Morpheus Lineage Magic..."

Eisel continued deciphering. Most of the inscription contained magical principles, but at the very end, she found what she was looking for.

[However, there is a condition.]

[The incantation must be recited on the day the Shalierdon Phenomenon occurs, 127 years after the palace’s creation.]

"Shalierdon?"

Eisel recalled the term from an astronomy journal. It referred to an extraordinary celestial event: the brightest of the three moons, Shalier Moon, becomes a full moon while the other two moons align as crescents to face it.

On such a day, frigid mana surged uncontrollably, often causing bizarre natural phenomena, like snowstorms in midsummer.

"The last Shalierdon Phenomenon... was about 37 years ago."

That was long before Eisel was born, during the prime of her father’s era as the head of the Morpheus family.

To inherit the palace, timing was as crucial as talent.

"So that’s why..."

At last, Eisel understood her father’s reasoning.

"The gift he wanted to give me was too grand for himself to handle."

Eisel remembered the bitterness in her father’s voice. He had once said something similar, though she couldn’t recall when.

"To pass it on to me... he gave up such a monumental magic..."

The thought filled her with guilt. If her father hadn’t relinquished the palace’s magic to her, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have lost control during that fateful battle.

Though she wielded only a fraction of its power, Eisel could grasp how extraordinary her father’s control must have been.

"Because of me..."

Her heart ached.

"No!" she exclaimed, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Father is alive."

She shook her head vigorously.

She had seen it with her own eyes, ten years ago, with Baek Yuseol’s help. Her father was still alive somewhere.

"Focus. Stop wasting time."

She tightened her fists. Now was not the time for regrets. She needed to fully claim her father’s final gift.

"I’ll save Full Frame... with Father’s magic."

Bringing her palms together, Eisel began to saturate the mountain’s mana with her own, an essential step to using the Eternal Palace of Ice beyond its current boundaries.

And what better test subject for this trial than a 7th-class Angel Hunter?

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The icy winds blew fiercely as the battle continued. Meanwhile, in a different place entirely, Hong Bi-yeon stood amidst a chilling realization...

The icy wind played with Hong Bi-yeon’s long silver hair as she stood near the Adolevit royal family’s ancestral tomb. She held her hair in place, momentarily annoyed by its length. Sometimes, she considered cutting it, but every time she looked into a mirror, she was reminded of her eldest sister’s face, making it impossible to go through with it.

[Hong Erin Adolevit]

[Like a flower scattered by the wind, she departed.]

On weekends, Hong Bi-yeon often visited this tomb to leave behind pink needle flowers, her sister’s favorite. Yet now, those flowers were what Hong Bi-yeon hated most.

"The anniversary is still far off. Why are you here today?"

Though she rarely encountered anyone during these visits, her peace was disrupted by none other than Hong Si-hwa. Bi-yeon hadn’t expected her path to cross with Si-hwa’s here, of all places. Yet, instead of scowling, she observed her sister in silence.

To her surprise, Si-hwa had arrived first. Bi-yeon had only just approached the grave with the pink flowers when she noticed her older sister kneeling before it.

Hong Bi-yeon had shared nothing about her visits here, so it seemed Si-hwa had also come to pay her respects to their late sister.

And for the first time in a long while, she saw a different expression on Si-hwa’s face—an uncharacteristically somber one.

It lasted only a fleeting moment.

When Si-hwa noticed Bi-yeon, her usual mocking smile returned.

"Are you mourning her now? After all this time?"

Bi-yeon felt no gratitude.

“Now, of all times?” she thought, feeling only bitterness.

“Still as dull as ever. Even when meeting your sister after so long, you can’t even crack a smile.”

“I’ll leave you to your ‘quality time,’ little sister.”

Si-hwa rambled mockingly as she turned to leave. Before she disappeared entirely, she threw one last remark over her shoulder.

“Oh, by the way...”

Bi-yeon turned to look at her.

“You don’t have much time left either.”

Bi-yeon instantly understood her meaning.

The Adolevit Curse.

Women born into the Adolevit family carried fiery hearts that consumed their lifespan in proportion to their talent. With Hong Bi-yeon’s abilities, she likely had no more than two years left to live.

Si-hwa had resorted to abhorrent methods to extend her life, even using Isaac Morpheus’s body, but she now lived in constant agony, her body slowly burning away.

"If you ever need help, you can come to me. I am your sister, after all."

With that, Si-hwa left, and Bi-yeon clenched her fists tightly.

"Disgusting."

Even if it meant dying in flames this very moment, she would never accept help from Si-hwa.

The wind picked up again, rustling Bi-yeon’s hair. For some reason, without Si-hwa’s presence, the breeze felt gentler, more soothing.

She stared at the gravestone, focusing on the fiery mana coursing through her chest.

Something inside her was burning brightly.

What fueled this flame? Her lifespan? Her soul? She couldn’t be sure.

"No matter."

Bi-yeon calmed herself, quelling the fire within.

"I am different from the others."

"I have a plan."

She stood up, offered a final farewell to her sister’s gravestone, and turned to leave. Yet, a strange sensation made her pause.

“What?”

The world had turned entirely gray.

The clouds in the sky were frozen in place, like garments hung on a rack. The tree branches, swaying in the wind just moments ago, now stood rigid.

It was only then that Bi-yeon realized she hadn’t felt the wind since the moment she calmed the fire within her chest.

Taking a cautious step back, her foot splashed into water.

“Huh?”

She looked down and realized the entire cemetery was submerged.

“How...?”

The Adolevit tomb was located on a mountainside—there was no way water could flood this place.

Yet here she was, standing amidst a drowned world, the waters stretching as far as she could see. She alone remained above the surface.

"Something’s wrong."

She turned to run, but someone blocked her path.

"Well, well. Is this the Adolevit heir? Impressive."

Startled, Bi-yeon instinctively stepped back, drawing her staff and pointing it at the figure.

The man raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking as if to pacify her.

"Whoa, easy there. I’m not here to hurt you, little lady."

He wore long, spiky hair and a crimson outfit of an Eastern style, with fiery hair and eyes that blazed like they were alive.

"Yes, she’ll do nicely," he said, his words directed past Bi-yeon.

She quickly sidestepped to see whom he was speaking to, finding another man behind her. This one wore gray from head to toe, his demeanor enigmatic and oppressive.

“Ah...”

Bi-yeon didn’t know why, but she had a vague sense of who they were.

"Good. I’ll leave her to you, then," said the man in gray, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The fiery man now stood alone with Bi-yeon, stepping closer as he cupped her chin and tilted her face up.

She tried to resist, but her body felt as though it were bound in chains.

"I’ve waited so long for this. A woman like you—so much like Adolevit, yet destined for a completely opposite fate."

She didn’t understand his words, but one thing was clear.

"I... I’m not interested in scum like you."

"Hah! Scum? You must not know who I am. I’m one of the Twelve Moons—the greatest in the world!"

Bi-yeon scoffed internally. She knew someone greater than the Twelve Moons.

*Clang!*

Her staff fell to the ground. The man smirked, thinking she had surrendered, but her real intent lay elsewhere.

Bi-yeon reached for the pocket watch at her waist.

"Now, come into my embrace, won’t you?"

With a flick of her thumb, she pressed the button.

*Click.*

Suddenly, the water around her feet and the man’s outstretched hand froze solid.

"Huh? What’s this?"

The man’s eyes widened in shock.