I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 375

The northern morning began with a cool mist enveloping the surroundings. Though one wouldn’t expect bright sunshine in this region, the dense frost-fog settling over everything made the atmosphere feel uncomfortably stifling.

Ggotseorin groggily opened her eyes, pushing the blanket aside and turning to glance at the spot next to her.

The place where Baek Yuseol had planned to sleep was untouched, showing no signs of anyone having rested there. On the sofa, a blanket had been carefully placed, suggesting that he had chosen to sleep elsewhere out of consideration for her.

“Oh, you’re awake? How about some breakfast?”

Baek Yuseol called out as he dried his hair with a towel. He gestured to the table, where a tray covered with a plate was neatly set.

“You’re up early,” Ggotseorin said as she got out of bed.

“I don’t sleep much,” he replied simply.

Despite having gone to bed later than her, Baek Yuseol had woken up earlier.

Ggotseorin walked over to the window and opened it. A refreshing breeze drifted in, filling her lungs with crisp, invigorating air.

She thought back to how the city had looked the day before.

It was clear now that something had changed. Scars marred the buildings—deep gashes that hadn’t been there yesterday. They looked as though they had been carved by a blade, stark evidence of a battle.

“What happened last night?” she asked.

Baek Yuseol paused in the middle of tidying up the tray, then scratched his cheek awkwardly.

“Well, some hunters showed up. I think someone might have caught a glimpse of your face somewhere.”

“Because of me... Was it alright for you to fight on my behalf?”

“I don’t particularly enjoy fighting, but it couldn’t be helped,” he said. He refrained from explicitly mentioning her vulnerability due to her lack of connection to the World Tree.

“Why?” she pressed.

His expression turned unexpectedly serious as he replied, “Because protecting a lady while fighting looks cool and heroic.”

The reason was so absurd that Ggotseorin couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Let’s eat,” Baek Yuseol said, smiling.

“Yes,” she replied with a nod.

As Ggotseorin sat at the table, Baek Yuseol handed her the utensils.

“Before we head to the mine, I need to gather some supplies today. Nothing too complicated, just the essentials.”

“Do you think... there’s a chance more uninvited guests might come tonight?” she asked hesitantly.

With a piece of bread in his mouth, Baek Yuseol shrugged nonchalantly. “Who knows? I did wipe out their base, but they’re like cockroaches—hard to get rid of completely.”

“And if they come back again...?”

“Then I’ll crush them all over again,” he said without a hint of doubt, as though swatting away flies was all it would take.

“R-right...” Ggotseorin stammered.

Watching Baek Yuseol speak so casually, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, Ggotseorin felt a strange mix of admiration and reassurance.

***

The rhythmic clatter of the train echoed in the background as it sped along the tracks, the scenery outside blurring into a streak of colors.

“Snore... huh?”

Hong Biyeon glanced at the two girls slumped against her shoulders, fast asleep. Their weight was hardly noticeable, but the thought of pushing them off did cross her mind. After a moment’s consideration, she sighed and let them be. Despite their small statures, she knew the mission they were about to undertake was no small feat. For now, she decided to grant them a reprieve.

Crossing her legs, she opened a book she had brought along. It had been ages since she’d last read; her worsening health had left her with little time for leisure. Now, the words seemed unusually vivid.

Her headache was gone.

Was her condition improving?

Not exactly.

It was thanks to Full Frame’s strange magic. The girl had cast a mysterious blessing she claimed was like a painkiller—effective at suppressing symptoms temporarily but not a cure. Full Frame had explicitly warned her to be cautious, as it wouldn’t reduce her fever entirely.

As expected, Hong Biyeon still felt the burning heat coursing through her body, but at least the pain was gone.

With the immediate need to visit the temple gone, her thoughts shifted.

"I can handle the fever myself."

The pain could be managed for now. Full Frame had cautioned that her blessing wouldn’t last long, but as long as it got her through today, that was enough.

"Maybe I should’ve saved it for the ball instead."

The upcoming ball was a significant event in her life, a day she wanted to be at her best. If the blessing was a one-time solution, it would have been ideal for that moment.

But she didn’t regret her decision.

The train rattled onward.

Hong Biyeon wasn’t in her royal carriage as she might usually have been. Instead, she was on the train with Full Frame and Eisel, having abandoned her original plan to visit the temple to join them instead.

She had no other choice.

And it was all Full Frame’s fault.

Last summer, Full Frame had casually mentioned the Library of the Stars.

Even now, Hong Biyeon couldn’t forget what she had seen.

A boy racing against time, again and again, to save the world.

That boy had become an unavoidable presence in her life, as if pulled toward her by an irresistible magnetic force. No matter how sick or weak she felt, she would have found a way to join them.

Much later, Full Frame stirred and stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh as she woke. At the same time, Eisel woke up and mimicked the exact same stretch, as if they were synchronized.

“Looks like we’re here. Hong Biyeon, wake up. It’s time to get off,” Full Frame said.

“Mm... we’re here already? Hey, wake up. We need to get off,” Eisel added, poking Hong Biyeon.

The two girls, a head shorter than Hong Biyeon, were yammering away on either side of her. Though the temptation to ignite them with flames was strong, she held herself back.

After all, she was an adult. A princess of the esteemed Adolevit royal family.

“I’m getting off first,” she said flatly.

“Wait, hold on!” Full Frame called, scrambling to grab her things.

“Just a second! I need to pack my stuff!” Eisel exclaimed, struggling with her enormous bag.

While the other two fussed with their luggage, Hong Biyeon calmly disembarked with nothing but her small handbag.

The warm sunlight greeted her as she stepped off the train, shielding her eyes with her hand. It had been so long since she’d left the confines of the dorms that she couldn’t even remember her last proper outing.

Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, she took a few steps forward—and instantly, dozens of gazes locked onto her.

There were plenty of beautiful people in the world, but Hong Biyeon possessed something others didn’t—a natural aura that drew attention like gravity.

Despite wearing nothing more than simple jeans and a white short-sleeved t-shirt paired with her handbag, she exuded a presence that surpassed even the most glamorous gowns. She didn’t need anything elaborate to appear elegant and refined.

“Are you holding your own fashion show or something?” Full Frame grumbled as she caught up, her large bag slung over her shoulder.

Hong Biyeon shrugged. “Why block all the attention? I don’t see the point.”

She wasn’t striking any dramatic model poses or deliberately trying to stand out. In fact, she was casually shielding her face from the sun—a minor, almost unintentional pose. Yet it was enough to captivate everyone around her. If she had dressed with the intention of turning heads, the reaction might have been overwhelming.

“You know, wearing your school uniforms out here makes you two look far more out of place,” she added.

“Our Stella uniforms are excellent battle attire,” Eisel said matter-of-factly as she disembarked, her small frame somehow managing the oversized backpack with ease.

Fair point.

Neither Full Frame nor Eisel had come here for leisure, after all.

“Maybe I’ll stop by a boutique and pick up a new robe,” Hong Biyeon mused aloud.

Her statement wasn’t unusual, but it was a reminder of the disparity between her and the other two girls. While the Stella uniform was practical for students, the world offered robes with far better functionality—for those who could afford them. Most students simply didn’t have the money.

True to her word, Hong Biyeon soon wandered into a boutique renowned for its high-end robes. The store’s reputation preceded it, known for its collaboration with alchemists to combine performance with cutting-edge fashion. Eisel’s eyes widened in awe as they entered.

A short while later, Hong Biyeon emerged from the boutique, her choice of attire causing the other two to blink in surprise.

She wasn’t wearing a robe. Instead, she had chosen a cropped denim jacket that perfectly complemented her jeans.

The jacket’s short length revealed the waistline of her fitted white shirt beneath, emphasizing her sleek figure. It wasn’t exactly a battle-ready outfit, and its defensive capabilities seemed questionable at best.

“Weren’t you going to buy a robe?” Full Frame asked, incredulous.

“I did. This is a special robe crafted by the artisan at ‘Lonely Robes.’ It’s a collaboration with alchemical experts, offering similar or better performance than traditional robes, but with an improved design,” Hong Biyeon replied with a satisfied smirk.

“Well, then...” Full Frame muttered.

Hong Biyeon, evidently in high spirits from her new purchase, spoke more than usual. Her outfit suited her so well that even Full Frame had to admit she looked stunning, though the contrast between Hong Biyeon’s stylish ensemble and their practical combat gear was striking.

“Alright, let’s move. We’ve only got two days,” Full Frame said, checking her watch. A holographic map appeared, displaying their destination.

Their goal: Baranka Cliff.

“That massive cliff in the northwest of the continent?” Eisel asked.

“Exactly,” Full Frame replied. “It’s where the relic of the Return to Silver Moon is hidden.”

With their destination set, the three girls prepared to embark on their next challenge, knowing the stakes were higher than ever.

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“...I see.”

Hong Biyeon, still riding high from her recent purchase, was chattier than usual. Her cheerful demeanor was refreshing, and the look suited her so well that no one could really complain.

Even Full Frame, who normally might have rolled her eyes, admitted it was hard not to enjoy the sight. However, the stark contrast between Hong Biyeon’s stylish outfit—something fit for a date in a flower garden—and Full Frame and Eisel’s fully battle-ready gear was glaring.

“Wow, you’re really enjoying yourself, huh?” Full Frame teased.

Hong Biyeon, now humming a light tune, seemed oblivious to the remark.

Still, seeing her so energetic after weeks of illness, Full Frame found herself thinking, She’s like a little sister who finally gets to go out and play.

“Let’s get moving. We’ve only got two days,” Full Frame said, snapping herself back to the task at hand.

“Yes, let’s hurry. Missing class on Monday isn’t an option,” Eisel chimed in.

Full Frame adjusted the watch on her wrist, projecting a holographic map into the air. The map displayed their destination, complete with detailed landmarks she had meticulously plotted in advance.

“This is... Baranka Cliff,” Full Frame said, pointing.

“Yeah. That’s our destination,” she confirmed.

“Baranka... You mean the massive cliff in the northwest that stretches for thousands of kilometers?” Eisel asked.

“Oh, someone’s been paying attention,” Full Frame said with a smirk.

Just as Eisel had described, the map showed that nearly half the area ahead was an endless cliff. Beyond it, the vast expanse of the ocean stretched into the horizon.

“At that cliff lies the long-lost relic of the Return to Silver Moon.”

“...A relic of the Return to Silver Moon?” Eisel repeated, her curiosity piqued.

“Yes. Even Return to Silver Moon probably doesn’t know about it,” Full Frame said confidently.

The relic, hidden within the original story, was like a secret treasure—something players or readers would only uncover through the most obscure hints. Back when Full Frame had read the story, even she hadn’t realized its true significance. The narrative hadn’t explicitly connected it to the Return to Silver Moon.

But now, she was certain.

“That’s the only artifact in the original story that could turn back time,” she thought to herself.

The problem, however, was that Full Frame didn’t know how to trigger it. In the original novel, Eisel had stumbled upon it purely by accident, but relying on such a coincidence in reality was far too risky.

“That’s why I brought the fragment of Constellatio,” she reassured herself. “I’ll figure it out... somehow.”

Time reversal wasn’t impossible.

Unlike the indirect experiences of the past she had previously undergone, where her spirit alone traveled to observe history, this time she sought true temporal regression. To truly go back and rewrite what was written.

“I need to uncover my past,” she resolved.

“This route is faster? I’ve ridden plenty of trains, you know,” Eisel pointed out skeptically.

“Well, maybe you’ve been traveling the stupid way all this time,” Full Frame retorted. “Just follow my plan.”

Their lively bickering, combined with the dynamic of two boisterous girls tagging along, wasn’t exactly what Full Frame had envisioned, but she didn’t mind too much.

Better to have some company than be alone.