Chapter 265 - The Ark Of Butterfly Vs Bahamut

"If you continue to be that slow, you won't be able to catch a butterfly's wings. Even with your enhanced eyesight, you still can't locate me."

Ysabeau summoned her wings, as the voice continue to taunt her. Ysabeau closed her eyes, relying on her sense of smell to locate the butterfly, she picked up on her opponent's Element. Her sense of smell was above average but nothing compared to Mavislin.

Nevertheless, her sense of smell was at a high enough rank that could pinpoint her enemy's Elements. A Mage's Element is mostly kept secretive. Once the Element has been found out, it is easier for the opponent to counter with the opposite Element.

For example, Ice Mages are susceptible to Fire Spells. A simple Helios spell could destroy novice Ice Mages. However, if the Ice Mage's Elemental Power exceeds its opponent, then the Ice Mage can freeze the Helios spell.

Each Mage in training, at least within the Arks and from original planets, is being taught the five basic Elements. Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, and Spirit. And since not all Mages are built the same, the Arks have chosen a basic spell for each Element to teach the newcomers.

Helios for Fire, Terra for Earth, Zephyr for Wind, Cascada for Water, and Aether for Spirit. Spirit is usually taught verbally but not in practice since students complained that it wasn't worth it due to the amount of Elemental Energy needed.

But there was still a barrier preventing Ysabeau to sniff out what the butterfly's intentions were. Looks like this opponent isn't a novice after all, but she was nowhere near competent enough to earn a title in the Arks. Suddenly, a whisper came right at her left ear.

"You are pathetic for a Bahamut."

Ysabeau's eyes widened as she tried to grab the person behind her. As it was futile, Ysabeau decided to be airborne. When she did, she finally grabbed the butterfly, whatever part that was of her.

"I got you, pest!" shouted Ysabeau as she pulled the being towards her for a punch in the face.

The butterfly then ducked and proceeded to use her captured hand and yank on Ysabeau's. If the Bahamut was human, the arm would be pulled right off. This made Ysabeau bend her body downwards, allowing the butterfly to kick her face.

Had she not let go, who knows what bones would be broken.

"You are not bad for a physical combatant. But your reflexes are astonishingly slow. For the second in command, at least," said the butterfly.

"There's no need for me to go all out with you now. I don't like to bully little girls."

The butterfly launched forward with great speeds. But when the High Queen said there was no need to flaunt her powers, she meant it. All Ysabeau merely did was use her wings as a shield and covered her front.

This was enough to create a rebound effect on the butterfly, sending her flying in the opposite direction. Crashing into the wall, Ysabeau shook her head as the butterfly refused to back down.

"You know... While you've been running around me like a pest, did you realize I haven't moved from my spot until now?" asked Ysabeau, appearing by the butterfly's side.

"I merely went airborne."

The butterfly tried to land another blow on her by grabbing her wing but Ysabeau merely vanished away.

'I have yet to use my Element. You are getting too fl.u.s.tered. Presence Concealment must be taxing, especially for a human Mage. The fact that I know your Element before you've displayed it means that you are just a rookie to me," explained Ysabeau, with a gentle smile.

The butterfly was silent as Ysabeau noted her mistakes. The being had no Aura coming out of her, a normal Mage wouldn't have known what power wielded. But this Bahamut... Could.

"Now that I know a Mage is involved, I can rest easier now."

Ysabeau landed on a random hut's roof, with grace like that of a royal being. This seemed to trigger the butterfly as she finally drew out her weapon. Looks like this butterfly was putting up a serious fight. Ysabeau sighed as she flapped her wings, creating strong gusts of winds.

The butterfly's weapon looked like a tree branch that she had plucked it out from a random old tree. Slightly shorter than her, the branch was similar to a staff, with its top having butterfly wings. The entire thing looked twisted and was colored brown.

During this whole fight, the butterfly had been covered by a thick, dark purple mist. But as she took out the staff, the mist seemed to disappear. This revealed the butterfly's identity.

"Well, at least I know why you are called 'butterfly'," commented Ysabeau, examining the girl.