I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 356

In the capital of the Black Iron Empire, within the province of Goldsteel Manchul, an unprecedented royal procession unfolded. This was not the procession of the Dwarven King, but rather that of the Elven King.

The sight of the Dwarven King and the Elven King walking side by side, accompanied by high elves and dwarves alike, through the heart of Goldsteel Manchul's city was nothing short of surreal.

"My goodness."

"To think I’d live to see the Elven King and His Majesty together."

"It’s true, their exchanges have grown more frequent lately."

Elves and dwarves had been adversaries for centuries, without fully understanding the reasons behind their animosity. However, in recent years, the friction between them had gradually eased, giving way to a cautious rapprochement.

Of course, scholars often remarked that true friendship between such disparate races, with contrasting tastes and aesthetics, was still far off.

But today, the presence of the Elven King in this place had a unique and profound significance—it wasn’t for diplomacy but to address the matter of the Twelve Moons, specifically the incident involving Goldsteel Seven Moons, which dwarves regarded as their origin and pride.

The Elven King’s procession made a grand circuit around the borders of Goldsteel Manchul, finally concluding at the central landmark, the Goldsteel Tower.

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After dismissing the elves and dwarves, the Dwarven King, Goldsteel Eightfold, entered his fortress and turned once more to look at Kkot Seorin.

She wore a black dress that clung to her slender frame, her face obscured by a veil. To Goldsteel Eightfold, her delicate figure seemed utterly unsuited for what lay ahead—meeting one of the Twelve Moons. His concern was evident.

"Think again. Even now, you can turn back to avoid any diplomatic complications," he urged.

"No," Kkot Seorin replied, lifting her head. Through the veil, her eyes met Goldsteel Eightfold’s.

"I saw them on my way here. Your people... they are waiting for me. I must do this."

"You care for my people," he sighed. "Your heart is admirable. Very well, I won’t stop you further."

Goldsteel Eightfold approached the massive column at the tower's center.

This towering structure, devoid of ornamentation and covered in intricate circuits, served as an elevator. It not only facilitated vertical movement but also controlled space itself, allowing for transport to a "most extraordinary place."

He inserted a key, followed by fingerprint and retinal scans, and input several passwords. At last, the system displayed a "Clear" signal, and the elevator began to operate.

"Board it. I cannot accompany you further."

Kkot Seorin nodded and stepped inside.

With a beep, Goldsteel Eightfold pressed a button outside, activating the elevator.

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Feeling the distortion of space, Kkot Seorin closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, calming her mind.

**- Destination reached.**

The mechanical and indifferent green letters appeared as the doors slid open with a hiss.

Steam emerged, as if to sterilize her, but it vanished upon contact with her body—Kkot Seorin was perpetually pure and clean.

Stepping forward, her heels echoed in the expansive space beyond. The room was enormous and bathed in golden light.

A question arose in her mind.

**Lighting...?**

There were no visible sources of illumination. The flow of mana itself was being suppressed entirely.

The golden light that filled the space wasn’t ordinary—it was the essence of something extraordinary.

"You’ve come."

"...Goldsteel Seven Moons!"

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It was a snake—an enormous golden snake.

Its size rivaled that of Kkot Seorin’s white palace. Coiled upon itself, it moved only its head to gaze at her with greedy, glowing eyes.

"Something’s wrong," she thought, her tension rising.

Despite her unease, Kkot Seorin stood firm.

"The Twelve Moons aren’t supposed to have desires."

She had learned this from other Twelve Moons directly.

To preserve peace for millennia, the Twelve Moons had their desires forcibly removed by the founding magician.

"Truly, your beauty surpasses expectations."

The sight before her proved that something had gone awry.

Goldsteel Seven Moons radiated intense greed and possessiveness toward beauty—emotions a Moon should never exhibit.

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"I am honored to meet you, Goldsteel Seven Moons. I grew up admiring you as a paragon of justice."

"Remove your veil."

Clearly irritated by her concealed face, the massive serpent’s voice trembled with excitement.

Reluctantly, Kkot Seorin reached for her veil. Goldsteel Seven Moons’ gaze sharpened as her fingers moved.

She lifted it slightly, revealing only her lips.

"Wouldn’t it be boring if I showed you everything at once?"

"Enough games! Show me your face!"

"My, are you angry? I’m but a fragile elf compared to you. If you continue this way, I might faint and bite my tongue."

"What?!"

Kkot Seorin’s first gambit was a calculated risk. If successful, it would yield significant returns.

Her assumption was clear: Goldsteel Seven Moons desires her living beauty above all else.

If the snake merely wanted to see a face, it could have demanded a lifelike statue.

"Are you... threatening me?"

"Threatening? I’m the one being cornered, mighty Moon. Please, remember, I am but a timid elf."

With only her lips visible, Kkot Seorin’s clever wordplay brought Goldsteel Seven Moons to a halt.

The serpent hesitated, realizing that forcing her would break the fragile elf and cause irreparable damage.

"Fine... take your time. Show me when you’re ready."

Even though Goldsteel Seven Moons attempted to remain composed, his greed simmered beneath the surface.

Kkot Seorin could feel the intensity of his longing for her face—her living, breathing beauty.

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"I respect you, Goldsteel Seven Moons, but the version of you I see now... disappoints me."

"What does that mean?"

"Where is the Moon I admired? The stalwart shield of justice, who upheld righteousness at all costs?"

"I am still Goldsteel Seven Moons."

"Then prove it. Show me your justice."

As Kkot Seorin revealed her nose and lips, the snake’s rage melted away, replaced by an almost childlike awe.

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Kkot Seorin had played her cards well. The serpent, reminded of its long-buried creed of justice, began to struggle internally.

"I am Kkot Seorin, Queen of the Elves. My death would bring despair to countless lives. Goldsteel Seven Moons, do you still stand for justice? Or will your desires cost countless lives?"

The buried flame of justice ignited in Goldsteel Seven Moons’ chest, burning away centuries of greed.

"I had nearly forgotten... justice."

As the serpent’s eyes regained clarity, Kkot Seorin removed her veil completely, throwing it aside.

"Your beauty is beyond me. It would be a sin to possess it."

Goldsteel Seven Moons bowed his massive head.

"Apologies won’t suffice. If you’re truly repentant, start with the Dwarven King."

"Indeed... I owe a debt. Speak your wish, elf. I shall grant it, within my power."

"I do have a wish," she said, her hands clasped, her eyes sparkling like a child’s.

It wasn’t a wish for herself, and that was precisely what made it so fitting.