Chapter 72 Eyes

Kyouko increased the input of magic power into her Black flame and produced it endlessly, feeding it to the Cold Blaze with an intense look in her eyes, She wanted to figure out the limit of the skill cast by Zavier and wanted to crush his spirit at the same time.

Zavier on the other hand had a feeling of disgust in his mind. He didn't know from where the feeling came from but he felt that it was the emotion of the Cold Blaze that he had been wielding. It was feeling disgust at being fed the Black Flame in such a huge quantity.

Zavier could only feel sorry for it and continued trying to maintain the status quo so as to give more time to Valerie who was still busy gathering up her magic. Moreover, his intervention had also given Calista the breathing room that she had so desperately needed until then.

But there was a limit to everything and soon the Cold Blaze felt as if it was full and could no longer absorb the Black Flame without any consequences. It was close to bursting apart. The reason for this was not because the cold flame was weaker but because the caster was weak.

Zavier was unable to handle the tremendous amount of magical energy that was now contained inside the white flame. Kyouko had injected a huge amount of her own magical energy inside the Cold Blaze through the help of the Black Flame that it had been devouring endlessly. Originally all of it should have been burnt off inside the Cold blaze, but the energy it could draw from the caster had been minimum. So, the mana channelled by Kyouko had gathered up on the inside and had grown to become a behemoth.

Zavier could no longer contain it and the explosion that took place as a result almost blew the whole place into smithereens. The explosion was even more intense than the explosion caused by Kyouko's Black flame earlier.

Thankfully, Calista could see what had been happening even if Zavier himself had been unaware. She was already prepared for the outcome and had prepared a shield for herself and the students. Thanks to that, no one suffered any harm or injury. After the firestorm had passed, the shield finally turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.

There was silence all around and it was hard to hear any sound at all. That was because even the air itself had been burned to nothing. The vacuum in its place couldn't transmit sound at all. It was only a while later that their hearing sound returned and he could hear Calista shouting something to him.

"…back. What you have done is enough. Let her take over now. It seems that she is ready."

Zavier understood what she was trying to tell him so he went back to protecting the two girls with him and let the teachers do the fighting once again.

The fight earlier had taught him how difficult it truly was to fight against opponents who were stronger than himself. He was still bound by limitations when the level of his opponents continued to increase.

Considering that he had already gotten involved with Alissa, her enemies had naturally become his enemies as well. there was no way that he was going to leave her alone even if he had to pay an arm and a leg for it.

The only choice he had was to grow stronger and increase his rank but the problem that he was faced with was that his enemies were already at the peak of this world while he was just beginning. Even if he wanted to be left alone, he got caught up in schemes that either targeted him or were related to him. To catch up to them, he had to have the same Magus rank at the very least, or at least the fighting capability of the same level.

When the cosmic consciousness had told him that he would have the greatest potential of improvement in the whole world, he had never told him how difficult it would actually be.

What use was fighting potential when the enemies were so much stronger than yourself. The only way forward was to improve fighting capability and by making use of that potential that he had been given after birth; after all, even the most excellent of skills would fail in front of absolute power if it was not backed by enough magical prowess.

Fortunately for him, they had successfully managed to hold her back till the time Valerie was ready. Valerie had finished gathering the magic power for her ultimate trump card.

As soon as she opened her eyes, a golden flash escaped her eyes. Her eyes had turned a brilliant golden color that was exceptionally radiant and resplendent like the sun at its strongest. But unlike the sun, it was easier to look into her eyes and gave one a sense of peace and serenity just like the warmth that could only be felt when amidst friends and family.

In fact, they looked kind and merciful compared to her normal cold self. It was like her cold temperament had receded towards the back somehow and her body had been taken over by a golden buddha.

Valerie raised her both palms from the sides of her body and brought them together in front of her chest. It was like she was praying to the heavens for the peace and splendor of all mankind just like a devout nun or a merciful buddha.

As soon as she revealed the stance, the careless eyes of Kyouko finally revealed a serious gleam. She had anticipated the danger that the move might bring her. She might not have known Valerie personally enough to know about her strongest skill, but she definitely knew most of the ultimate skills of the Adam family.

This was without a doubt one of those skills and she had to make preparations to defend against that. Even if the caster was weaker, the skill was powerful enough to make up the difference.

Zavier who had been under the pressure of Kyouko since the fight began, immediately felt the change in the atmosphere.

The wilful and overbearing magical power was being pushed away by an almost sacred and divine aura that had finally unleased its authority to cleanse the world of the horrendous aura that had been plaguing the natural order of things.

Zavier felt awe and inspiration for the first time since he had come to this world. He had received only the best of resources since he had come to this world.

He had any and all the skills at his disposal so he had never bothered what trump cards others in the world held. His knowledge regarding the strength ceiling of the world was only elementary. He had never perceived it from the point of view of the strong.

He had believed himself to have the very best of all the things but witnessing the miracle in front of him opened his eyes to the reality of it all. He was nowhere close enough.

The problem didn't lie with the system; the problem was with him and the time that he had spent learning magic. He was not capable of wielding such magic anyway. He still remembered the system messages that he had received when he had asked to find a skill that would make him stronger in the shortest of durations.