I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 459

Weekend, Afternoon.

While most cadets at Stella Academy spent their weekends studying, Eisel had been keeping herself unusually busy recently.

Her task was none other than uncovering the truth by meeting with nobles of Adolevit or those closely connected to them.

Eisel found herself in Karban, a satellite city of Arcanium. Dressed in a hooded outfit to conceal her face and hair, she stood in a rarely visited park, staring at a woman who seemed restless.

“Are you Mrs. Heyril?”

“Yes, that’s correct...”

Eisel crossed her legs and scanned the woman in front of her with her keen mind.

‘She was the deputy director of Adolevit’s Magic Development Department, discarded by the director after being deemed useless.’

When Heyril was ousted, the Magic Development Department was led by Director Kairent, a nobleman deeply tied to the death of Eisel’s father, Isaac Morph.

“My daughter, who attends Stella, told me... You’d uncover the truth and ensure proper punishment for them all...”

That was correct.

The first people Eisel had approached were Adolevit cadets at Stella Academy. Using a mix of persuasion and subtle threats, she had managed to lure their parents into meeting her.

After all, it wasn’t just anyone asking. It was Eisel Morph herself, requesting their presence.

“Your parents are involved in a serious crime,” she’d say. “But I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding. They’ll understand if I explain it.”

What would happen? Ten out of ten times, the children would tell their parents, and about three of them would end up coming to meet Eisel in person.

“Of course, everyone will be punished.”

“Is that so...”

“You don’t need to worry about confidentiality. I’ve already gathered testimony from other nobles and collected anonymous evidence.”

“Evidence, you say... I have some too. Here, take this.”

Mrs. Heyril pulled out a worn cloth from her pocket.

Eisel recognized it instantly.

Though she hadn’t seen one in person before, she had read about it in her studies. It was a magical artifact designed to secretly record past events.

“Is this a Memory Shutter?”

“You know about it. It’s an artifact used exclusively by certain Adolevit nobles.”

Feeling reassured by Eisel’s knowledge, Mrs. Heyril trusted her even more.

“Let me see it.”

As Eisel took the Memory Shutter, she frowned slightly.

‘How do I use this?’

Not wanting to reveal her ignorance, she hesitated briefly, but Mrs. Heyril quickly provided instructions.

“Oh, I forgot to mention the incantation.”

Reciting a Rune-based spell, Mrs. Heyril taught Eisel how to activate it. Eisel repeated the incantation, and memories began flowing into her mind.

The Memory Shutter contained real memories observed through human eyes and stored within the artifact.

Though this was her first time using such an item, Eisel expertly processed the incoming memories.

The memory depicted three middle-aged men sitting in a dimly lit room, engaged in a hushed conversation. The scene was recorded from Mrs. Heyril’s perspective.

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“His Majesty has no intention of exposing the princess’s failure to the public.”

The princess’s failure.

This memory, from ten years ago, didn’t refer to Hong Biyeon but rather Hong Sihwa of Adolevit.

“What should we do? While it may be possible to control public opinion immediately, time will eventually reveal everything.”

“Covering it up poorly would be worse than doing nothing at all. Her Majesty wouldn’t order something so childish.”

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“Use Isaac Morph.”

At these words from Count Kairent, the other men’s eyes widened. Mrs. Heyril, clearly shaken, trembled in the memory’s viewpoint.

“But he sacrificed his life to protect Princess Hong Sihwa and ultimately stopped that creature, didn’t he?”

“Is that how the world knows it?”

“Well... not exactly. Most people believe Princess Hong Sihwa defeated it.”

“Then let’s use that to our advantage. Isaac Morph is dead, after all. The dead cannot speak. If we paint him as a criminal, who could refute us?”

The men nodded solemnly.

The memory then shifted to Mrs. Heyril looking down at her lap, clutching her dress tightly in distress.

“But the Morph Duchy still has an heir.”

“What could a seven-year-old child possibly do? He wouldn’t even understand why his father died or why he was branded a traitor.”

“The child was blessed by the Ice Spirit, though. Are we sure about this?”

“Ha! The Ice Spirit’s blessing? What of it? Our Adolevit princess has the blessing of fire.”

This was a blatant jab at the seven-year-old Hong Biyeon, who was in a weak position within the kingdom at the time.

“So, follow my instructions exactly. Heyril, do you understand? If you defy orders again, you’ll lose your position. Oh, and I hear you have a daughter? She’s seven this year, isn’t she? Will you be able to support her without your job?”

The tone was half-threatening. Mrs. Heyril nodded shakily, and the memory ended there.

Eisel opened her eyes and calmly looked at Mrs. Heyril.

“I... I didn’t do anything. In the end, I couldn’t follow through with their orders...”

“I know. That’s why you came to me. Just sharing this truth is more than enough. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

Mrs. Heyril shook her head.

“I’m bound by restrictions...”

“Of course, you are.”

Fearing leaks, Adolevit had placed magical restraints on anyone privy to the truth, even those with minimal knowledge, like Mrs. Heyril.

“Regardless, thank you. This evidence will be invaluable later.”

“Well, I’ll take my leave then...”

As Mrs. Heyril quietly prepared to leave, Eisel sensed a faint movement in the bushes behind them. She immediately stood and swung her staff.

Crash!

In an instant, a sheet of ice spread from Eisel’s feet, forming five or six sharp icicles that pierced through the spot where the noise had come from.

“Ugh!”

A man in a suit and bowler hat stumbled out of the bushes, retreating hurriedly. A faint magical barrier surrounded him, indicating he had hastily activated a shield to block the icicles.

“You’re quite perceptive, Princess.”

Adjusting his hat, the man broke into a cold sweat.

‘Impressive... Her skills are far beyond what I expected.’

She had cast a 4th-class spell in the blink of an eye—an astonishing feat for an eighteen-year-old.

But more than that...

What if the presence had been an innocent civilian or an animal?

Her audacious decision-making and ability to execute such precise spells left the man visibly tense.

“Who are you?”

Eisel pointed her staff at the man and coldly demanded, “Who are you?”

The man, smirking, drew his own staff from his coat.

“Let’s just say I’m from a confidentiality agency. Isn’t my reason for being here obvious in this situation?”

Eisel tilted her head slightly, her expression saying she wasn’t surprised by his words.

“It doesn’t matter how you answer. You’re going to die here.”

“Such hostility,” the man remarked with a mocking smile.

“Were you sent by the Queen? Speak honestly, and I’ll make your death less painful.”

“And if I don’t answer honestly?”

At his question, Eisel slowly raised her hands, removing the mask that had concealed her face, followed by the hood covering her hair.

Her blue hair flowed in the crisp autumn breeze, exuding an icy aura.

By now, the sun had nearly set, leaving only a single streetlamp casting its faint light, illuminating their tense standoff.

Under the dim light, Eisel’s chilling smile spread across her face.

“If I sense even the slightest dishonesty... you’ll find out what true cold feels like. Don’t you wonder how much cold a human body can endure?”

“...I’d rather not find out.”

The man muttered a spell under his breath.

I need to get out of here.

Fighting in such a location was unwise.

The man held a certain position of influence in Adolevit, and a wrong step could expose him to unfavorable public opinion if reporters caught wind of this.

Damn that Princess Hong Sihwa for her slip of the tongue at the party.

Had it not been for that, he might have been able to arrest Heyril and Eisel under charges of leaking state secrets.

“Fine, no. The Queen didn’t send me. In fact, she seems to have no intention of hiding what happened that day anymore.”

“...Is that so?” Eisel narrowed her eyes, studying the man’s expression.

“Yes. It seems she’s grown tired of the throne. It’s as if she’s ready to abdicate.”

Eisel tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze scrutinizing him.

She had heard similar things from others, enough to suspect there was some truth to his words.

But even if the Queen no longer wished to conceal the events, that didn’t absolve her.

The Queen could confess her sins herself, and even that wouldn’t be enough. Simply deciding not to hide the truth didn’t mean she could escape judgment.

“Very well. I’ve heard enough. You can die now.”

“That’s not happening!”

The man stomped the ground, activating an earth-based spell: a sandstorm.

A brown magic circle swirled as a torrent of dust erupted, obscuring everything in the area.

I’ll escape in the confusion!

But as he attempted to flee, the ground suddenly became slippery, causing him to lose his balance.

“What the—!”

A freezing wind howled through the area, lifting the sand into the air and forming clumps that scattered and vanished into the sky.

“W-what?”

It was a fifth-class visibility obstruction spell—dispelled with absurd ease.

And then he noticed.

“What is this...”

The ground had turned to ice. One wrong step could cause him to slip and fall, only to be impaled by the sharp icicles sprouting everywhere.

He realized that had he fallen when he lost balance earlier, he might have been skewered to death.

Frozen in terror, he stared at the icy terrain, beads of cold sweat forming on his brow. Behind him, Eisel approached slowly.

“It would have been easier if you’d just left. What a shame.”

“...Damn it!”

Eisel’s face was void of warmth, her expression icy. It was clear she had no intention of forgiving anyone involved in the events of that day.

“You brat!”

Realizing he could no longer avoid a fight, the man swung his staff, casting spell after spell. But every single one was blocked or severed by Eisel’s icicles.

What stung his pride even more was that Eisel didn’t even move.

Without so much as a gesture, her magic—cast without incantations—effortlessly nullified the spells he had poured all his strength into.

It was overwhelming.

Even the option to escape was gone.

The man’s face contorted in despair as he realized the inevitability of his fate.

“In your next life, try to live more honestly.”

Eisel swung her staff lightly.

Crack!

Dozens of icicles shot up, blooming like crimson flowers.

Flowers drenched in blood.

Eisel lowered her staff and began searching the man’s body, collecting his identification and any evidence she could find.

That’s when she noticed the blood seeping from his body was tinged with black.

“...This is...”

While not fully turned, the blackened hue was unmistakably the blood of a Black Mage.

Eisel let out a bitter chuckle.

She had known Black Mages were infiltrating Stella.

She had known they were deeply embedded in society. But to find them among Adolevit’s nobility? It was almost laughable.

What a mess this world is becoming.

If Hong Biyeon ascended to the throne, the problems she’d have to deal with would be endless.

With that thought, Eisel snapped her fingers.

The man’s body and all traces of blood evaporated, leaving no evidence of the skirmish except for the overturned flower beds and damaged benches.

If anyone saw the scene now, they wouldn’t have guessed there had been a fight.

Eisel stared at the spot where the man had fallen, her expression blank.

Time to head back.

Today had been an exhausting day.