“The pitiful country Mage, do you know that Magicians are a noble profession passed down through generations? It’s not something a commoner like you can learn. Today, I’ll let you witness the vast difference between us.”
The red-haired girl raised her finger and waved it about, mocking and chattering incessantly, pointing here and there.
Actually, you couldn’t blame her for being so confident.
Judging from the magic power leaking from Xiadam, her own maximum mana was at least five times greater than this country Mage of the same age.
How could she possibly lose?
Even if she stood still, the other’s magic couldn’t break through her magical defense.
“Miss is the greatest magical genius the Tower of Magic has seen in a thousand years.”
“Study hard, study hard, country Mage.”
“See how a true genius hones her spells—this will benefit you for a lifetime.”
The three Kingdom’s Capital Knights at her side were just as condescending.
They all joined in the mockery, showering her with flattery.
All of them waited in anticipation for this peasant Mage to be thrashed by their master, ready to applaud.
“Can we begin?” Xiadam’s tone was calm, not affected in the slightest.
“Let’s start.” The red-clad girl tucked away her smile, raising her small hand as surging flames erupted in her palm, transforming into a Ruby Regal Staff.
“See that? My [Magic Staff Shrinking Technique]. This is a divine skill you’ll never master.”
She wasn’t in a hurry to cast any spells, basking in pride as she introduced her refined little magic first.
“……”
Xiadam showed no change in expression.
I don’t know what you’re trying to show off for.
“Hm? Are you left-handed? Heh, do you know? When it comes to magic, you’re always a step behind. The professors at the Magic Academy have studied this for years. The fastest mana generation for Magicians is from the brain to the right hand. Country Mages like you would never know such advanced knowledge.” The red-haired girl noticed a detail and burst into laughter again.
That was because Xiadam always held her White Branch Staff in her left hand.
Xiadam hadn’t thought that even this would be a point of ridicule. From this, one could see just how obsessed with details the circle of Magicians was.
So obsessed it was sickening—even which hand you held your staff in mattered.
“So that’s how it is? Actually, holding the staff in your left hand has its advantages.”
Xiadam glanced down at her left hand and the White Branch Staff, pretending to be dejected, feigning innocence.
“You country bumpkin who’s never read a Magic Theory Book…” The red-haired girl wanted to mock further.
But at that very moment, the White Branch Staff began to glow as the Spell Formula activated, and the peasant Mage across from her started to emit a soft, shimmering light.
In a flash, Xiadam lunged forward in a lightning-fast step.
“Huh?” The red-haired girl was shocked, unable to react.
But suddenly, the air grew scorching hot…
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Five Phoenix Flames appeared automatically at the red-haired girl’s side, counterattacking toward Xiadam.
This wasn’t a spell cast by the red-haired girl herself, but rather her Rescue Amulet sensing its master in danger, automatically triggering a defensive counterattack spell.
Yet just as the five Phoenix Flames were about to engulf the peasant Mage—
“The advantage is… the right hand can draw a sword.”
In that instant, Xiadam drew her sword, activating the sword’s Spell Formula. Three brilliant rings of swordlight spun around her.
The Swordlight Triple Rotation was more than enough to sever all five Phoenix Flames.
“Flame! Dragon King—”
The red-haired girl was dumbfounded, wanting to chant her incantation, but it was already too late.
She couldn’t comprehend why a Mage would charge forward.
She couldn’t imagine how this peasant Mage’s crude sword could slice apart the Phoenix Flame counterattack spell, gifted to her by the Palace Court Archmage as a Rescue Amulet.
This shattered everything she understood about magic!
It overturned her worldview! It made her begin to doubt the entire world of magic!
“Buzz!” Another sword cleaved through the air.
Xiadam closed the distance, reversed her grip, and slashed—directly smashing the ruby head of the Ruby Regal Staff.
With her staff broken, the red-clad girl could no longer cast spells.
Terrified, her legs gave out and she collapsed, trembling all over.
Her inner thighs beneath her skirt began to grow damp.
Her eyes started to stream uncontrollably with tears.
When had she ever suffered such humiliation? Gone was her previous arrogant demeanor.
All the other spectators were dumbstruck.
“Poor little girl, maybe you don’t know her original Adventurer title, [Village Mage Handbreaker].”
“She has the most experience battling against magic-users. No one knows better how to deal with demonkind skilled in magic.”
Only Old Lord Osiris remained composed, shaking his head and sipping his tea, sighing inwardly.
Because he had long expected this outcome.
“So weak… this ‘genius.’”
Xiadam let out a merciless taunt, then, with one hand, slowly sheathed her Knight Broad Sword, striding past the red-haired girl toward the back gate of the courtyard.
Clean and efficient movements, swordsmanship that stopped just short of going too far.
Every gesture exuded the aura of a lonely master—and boundless contempt.
As if to say: our strength isn’t even on the same plane.
Sheffield also quickly followed, clutching the chubby little Dragon, ready to leave together.
“Stop! You think you can just leave after injuring the Court Princess?”
The Kingdom’s Capital Knights finally snapped out of their daze, charging forward—they couldn’t just let them attack and leave!
At the back gate, Xiadam stopped and really didn’t leave.
She turned slowly, looking at the Kingdom’s Capital Knights, her face full of anger and murderous intent.
Her voice was hoarse, every word forceful: “This was a fair Magic Duel. The rules were set before the match. If I won, I would be allowed to leave—you all agreed to this. Are you going to break your own oath, Kingdom’s Capital Knights?”
The Kingdom’s Capital Knights were instantly cowed by her aura.
This violet-haired girl suddenly radiated a terrifying, bone-chilling hatred toward them.
It was as if she wished to skin them alive, grind their bones to dust—yet was trying desperately to suppress and conceal the hatred already overflowing.
“I’ll ask you again. Are you going to break your own oath?”
Xiadam asked again, glaring fiercely at them, her small hand resting on her sword hilt.
If pushed, she would absolutely kill them.
Every Kingdom’s Capital Knight reached the same conclusion in their hearts.
This peasant Mage could instantly defeat a once-in-a-millennium genius Mage.
She could cut through Phoenix Flames.
That was the Court Princess’s defensive Rescue Amulet!
Perhaps the Princess herself lacked real combat experience, but her master was surely among the strongest in the continent.
A defensive Rescue Amulet given by such a top-tier Magician—there were fewer than five people on the continent who could break it.
We Kingdom’s Capital Knights may have high salaries and have made good money, but we haven’t even enjoyed it yet. We can’t really throw our lives away here.
“……”
“……”
“……”
In the end, the Kingdom’s Capital Knights all fell silent.
No one dared to stop them, and Xiadam, Sheffield, and the little Dragon left unhindered.
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