I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 475

Scarlet’s sudden appearance completely shifted the atmosphere.

Crown, who had been filled with confidence moments earlier, stiffened and lowered his gaze slightly.

‘Is the situation turning against me?’

The reason Crown had spent decades undercover as the principal of Kaon Magic School, biding his time, was clear: to crush the budding potential of young mages.

How many years had he endured, pretending to nurture talent while scheming in secret? The opportunity he had been waiting for required meticulous preparation—ensuring the absence of Stella’s principal, orchestrating Aki-Haden’s interference, and waiting for the perfect moment when the five schools’ joint event would unfold.

On top of that, setting up the "Temple of Malicious Flames" and preparing it for the necessary sacrifices was no easy task. This plan could have failed entirely if Dana Lin hadn’t succumbed to corruption.

‘Daechelri Magic School is far inferior to Stella Academy. Dana Lin’s corruption was something I had anticipated after years of monitoring student records...’

Moreover, over a hundred elite Dark Mages were currently hiding in the crowd, awaiting Crown’s signal to strike. At his command, they could reveal themselves and ambush the Seven Stadium’s gathering of mages.

However, this was a last resort.

Given the ongoing Dark Mage War, Crown was reluctant to risk his elite forces unnecessarily. A large-scale battle here could severely harm the magical society, but if they failed to secure a decisive victory in the war, all of his efforts would be meaningless.

‘Damn that Dark Magic Cult Leader... If only he hadn’t started this war, I could have used these forces freely.’

Although weaker Dark Mages were expendable to him, Crown knew he couldn’t win the war without them. That infuriating constraint gnawed at him.

“Scarlet... Why is the Witch Queen siding with humans?” Crown, now fully transformed into a demonic form, asked, his voice laced with frustration.

Scarlet, wearing a crooked expression, didn’t even bother to reply.

Her gaze, cold and indifferent, seemed to question whether such a trivial inquiry was even worth acknowledging.

“Damn it...”

Crown hesitated, weighing his options.

Should he press forward with the fight here?

Or should he abandon this operation, which he had poured years of effort into, and retreat?

The former meant risking not only his life but also the annihilation of the Dark Mage forces he had brought here. While a large-scale conflict could inflict significant damage on magical society, Scarlet’s presence meant it wouldn’t achieve the level of devastation he desired.

‘I need to decide...’

While Crown grappled with his dilemma, Eltman was also swiftly analyzing the situation.

‘Killing Crown here is the right move.’

Though it would result in significant casualties, with Scarlet’s help, it might be possible to drive him out of the Seven Stadium and neutralize him.

‘The fewer powerful Dark Mages left, the better.’

Just as Eltman was about to channel his magic, Scarlet placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Scarlet’s expression was oddly sullen. Her face was often expressive, but this time, Eltman couldn’t discern her intentions.

“Let him go.”

“...What do you mean?”

“Stop asking questions. Are you going to listen to me or not?”

“I don’t understand your reasoning.”

With a sigh, Scarlet muttered, “Humans are so frustratingly foolish. Even you, Eltman Eltwin, have lost your sharpness.”

She glanced downward and continued, “If you fight him now, things will turn out worse for humanity.”

Eltman couldn’t comprehend her logic. He was aware of the hidden Dark Mage forces among the spectators, but letting Crown go seemed like missing a crucial opportunity.

Facing a 9-Risk Dark Mage alongside the Witch Queen was a rare chance.

But that was Eltman’s misconception.

‘My body isn’t in good condition, you damned brat,’ Scarlet thought, glaring at Crown.

Though she wanted nothing more than to tear him apart, her current state was far from optimal. The single 8-Class spell she had fired earlier had drained her nearly completely.

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Even maintaining her flight magic was precarious. If not for the flying support item Baek Yuseol had prepared for her, she might have already collapsed midair.

“Stand down. I have my reasons, Eltman Eltwin.”

“...I can’t make sense of this.”

Eltman wanted to press for answers, but it was clear Scarlet had already made her decision.

Crown, his wings spread wide, began retreating.

“I’ll withdraw for today. To think the Witch Queen would side with humans...”

“Well, consider it a win for your kind. Eliminating one hidden threat to magical society is a notable achievement.”

Crown and Scarlet’s voices alternated, striking Eltman’s ears like hammers. He clenched his fists and spoke to Scarlet.

“...Just this once, I’ll trust your judgment.”

“A wise decision, Eltman. Endure for now, and the future may yield greater rewards with fewer losses.”

Eltman realized he had no choice. Without Scarlet’s cooperation, capturing Crown was impossible. If she refused to fight, retreat was the only option.

As Crown’s wings carried him into the distant sky, Scarlet wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Landing unsteadily on the ground, Scarlet crossed her arms to warm her trembling body. She felt a deep chill, her mana circuits entirely frozen from forcing an 8-Class spell.

It was likely she wouldn’t be able to use magic for some time and might even fall ill.

But she had no regrets.

‘Stopping two monstrous brats from tearing each other apart with a single warning shot... That’s good enough.’

Below her were the friends she had come to cherish. If Eltman had lost control and escalated the fight, who knew what catastrophe might have ensued?

“Phew... What kind of mess is this at my age?”

Scarlet grumbled as she staggered toward the central temple of the Seven Stadium.

Boom!

Roar!

“Argh! Damn it, that scared me!”

The five temples, spiraling upward like twisted braids, converged into a single ceiling at the top. That ceiling had now completely collapsed, revealing a massive skeletal head.

“Kyaaaa!”

“A-a monster...”

As the crowd erupted into chaos, retreating in panic, Scarlet stood calmly, watching the scene unfold.

“It’s not the Incarnation of Malicious Flames... Just an avatar. It’s been a while since I’ve seen that thing.”

The enormous skeletal giant, radiating crimson flames and bellowing hideous roars, °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° appeared to have completely lost its reason.

With a mere swing of its hand, temples crumbled to dust, and with every movement, flames scattered wildly in all directions. However, the protective barrier system of the Seven Stadium prevented the audience seats from sustaining major damage.

“T-that thing... It’s beyond what students can handle!”

“Damn it! An avatar? And its magic is going berserk!”

“What were the veteran mages doing?!”

“They’re on their way now!”

The magical warriors, realizing the extraordinary power of the Incarnation of Malicious Flames, hurriedly sprang into action—but it was already too late.

Once an avatar grew to this level of power, stopping its swelling energy was no longer possible.

Even the mages present at the scene were fully aware of this grim reality.

Excuses were already forming in their minds.

“We didn’t know it was an avatar.”

“Who could have expected such a catastrophe to erupt in the middle of the Seven Stadium?”

“We assumed the standby mages would handle it...”

Such excuses were hollow and cowardly, but they were the same ones they always relied on.

“It’s too late now.”

“It might be better to leave everything to Principal Eltman and retreat...”

Even as the magical warriors clutched their staffs and moved to engage, complacency lingered in their thoughts.

But then, something unprecedented occurred.

Clang!

From a sky-blue magic circle adorned with intricate floral patterns that had appeared above the Seven Stadium, azure chains shot down and wrapped around the Incarnation of Malicious Flames.

That wasn’t all.

The chains continued to form in every direction, tightening relentlessly around the avatar.

This wasn’t merely a frost-based restraint spell.

Any mage with a keen eye immediately recognized the nature of this magic.

“Spirit-Sealing Formation...”

Sealing magic was notoriously difficult, to the point that even seasoned magical warriors often hesitated to attempt it. For such a powerful formation to suddenly appear could only mean that another veteran mage had joined the battle.

However, contrary to everyone’s expectations, the mage who emerged from behind the collapsed temple was not a veteran at all—it was a student in a school uniform.

And not just any student.

It was none other than Eisel Morph, once scorned as the daughter of a traitor.

“T-this isn’t a sealing spell a student could possibly learn...”

“That doesn’t matter right now! The avatar’s growth has been halted, even if just temporarily!”

“We should step in immediately and—”

Of course, there was no need.

Descending from the sky, Baek Yuseol dashed down the chains, his azure sword gleaming, and drove it directly into the skeletal giant’s skull.

But he didn’t stop there.

Moving faster than the sound of his own footsteps, he ran the length of the giant’s body, carving a single, precise slash across its entire form.

Boom!

The avatar twisted violently in response, but it was not yet defeated.

However, the attacks didn’t end there.

Following closely behind, Mayuseong and Huiyeon completed a combined spell, forming a massive earthen spatial magic circle. From it, a colossal, flaming boulder descended.

Crash!

The boulder, falling faster than the speed of sound, struck the avatar’s skull with a deafening impact. Though the skeletal head was shattered, the flames of the Incarnation naturally began to regenerate, reconstructing its form.

But the flames were no ordinary ones—they were the brightest, most crimson flames under the control of Hong Biyeon.

Screeeeeeech!

The avatar’s cries, once monstrous roars, now sounded like agonized screams.

As if that wasn’t enough, Eisel conjured another powerful magic formation after a long incantation.

“...Morph’s Spearblade.”

From the blue magic circle hovering above, a massive greatsword descended slowly yet with deliberate precision, piercing through the avatar’s skull and embedding itself deep into the ground.

And with that, the battle was over.

The Incarnation of Malicious Flames, which had erupted during the joint practice, had been subdued entirely by the hands of students.

The spectators, frozen in shock, could hardly believe what they had witnessed.

This day would undoubtedly remain etched in their memories forever.