I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 95-1: - Hospitalisation (1)

Once in a while...

Florin would receive some images in her mind, like vivid dreams, as if they were being transmitted.

But, those were not dreams.

They were messages sent by the Heavenly Spirit Tree.

The Heavenly Spirit Tree would convey fragmented scenes of turmoil occurring near its domain to Florin, requesting her assistance in resolving them.

However, due to her limited external activities, Florin mostly relied on the High Elf Corps to handle the majority of tasks...

"Euh!"

As Florin slumbered within the white castle, a powerful image briefly flashed through her mind.

It was... profoundly different and agonizing, unlike anything she had experienced before.

The Divine Realm.

The Third Layer... no, the Fourth Layer.

In the enigmatic Fourth Layer that even puzzled the elves themselves.

The familiars were howling in anguish. They were enduring great pain, and shedding tears while gazing at the heavens.

"This... this is...!"

Florin gritted her teeth, and bravely endured the overwhelming onslaught of countless swirling emotions in her mind.

The sheer multitude of despair, fear, anger, and sorrow weighed heavily on her heart.

A sensation that ordinary humans and elves could never withstand, yet...

She was the most revered queen among the High Elves.

**Thud!**

She bit her lip hard, causing blood to trickle, but she managed to endure it somehow.

"Dark magic..."

Florin gazed into the empty space with a bewildered expression.

It was a distress signal transmitted by someone from the Divine Realm. However, Florin was not aware of the identity of the sender.

"This is... What in the world..."

Though she didn't know who was sending the distress signal, what mattered was that dark magic had been detected within the Divine Realm.

"... I need to inform the Knights as soon as possible."

Regardless of how or by what means, even if it meant three Archmages breaking through the protective barrier and infiltrating the Divine Realm

If the unknown information that entered her mind was true, it could lead to a major catastrophe.

Not only the lives of Stella's students were at risk, but even the familiars themselves could be completely corrupted.

Reopening the barrier that had been closed once would be extremely challenging, but she had to find a way to allow everyone to enter even if she had to exhaust all her remaining strength.

"How did this happen..."

Florin staggered through the royal chamber, beads of cold sweat rolling down her forehead. The melancholic moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting her silhouette as a final farewell.

The belief and sense of duty to protect all the sacred entities embraced by the Heavenly Spirit Tree burdened Florins shoulders heavily.

-

Saaaahhh...

The wind blew harshly.

The wind in the Divine Realm was no natural occurrence. It was an artificial phenomenon, created to resemble a natural one.

The wind in this space was brought forth by Yeonhong Chunsamwol, the creator of this realm.

As she took a step forward, the dark magic that had blossomed all around gradually transformed into a gentle shade of pink, purifying itself.

It required an immense amount of energy to achieve this, but... it was worth it.

For the sake of her children, she was willing to expend any amount of energy, even if it meant slipping back into slumber.

Wherever her footprints were imprinted, plum blossoms bloomed, and darkness gave way to a vibrant pink hue.

Walking was not a challenge.

It was the journey back that might prove somewhat arduous... or so she thought.

**Ooooohhh!**

**Ssshhrrr**

The familiars tainted by dark magic writhed in agony.

It was truly heart-wrenching... yet, in her current weakened state, she couldn't save them all.

She could only restrain them from descending into further chaos.

Yeonhong Chunsamwol lifted her head.

The Third Layer.

She reminisced about the human who had rushed to the place where the source of dark magic had emerged.

He was astonishingly feeble and fragile, a boy who she considered to be of no more value than a handful of dust.

However, despite being aware of his own vulnerability, as soon as he realized that darkness had invaded, he dashed toward it without hesitation.

Even though he knew he couldn't triumph, it was as if opposing the darkness was his unwavering resolve, and purpose to live.

Perhaps it could have been possible.

How could he dash towards it without a moment's hesitation, knowing that his own life could be lost in an instant?

**Uoong...!**

Passing through the barrier, Yeonhong Chunsamwol reached the Third Layer and furrowed her brow.

Beyond the Fourth Layer, where the boundary of Fifth Layer began and her true self resided, she rarely ventured.

It caused a slight dizziness.

But she pressed on, undeterred.

The vicinity... had already fallen into extreme silence.

The dark magic had been shattered into pieces, and the young humans who had fought for their lives against it now lay unconscious on the ground.

In the midst of that gruesome sight, a boy named Baek Yu-Seol leaned against a tree with his eyes closed.

Having exhausted every ounce of his strength, he had fallen into a state of unconsciousness.

Yeonhong Chunsamwol approached him, cradled the boy in her arms, and infused him with her energy.

*Prove that you are willing to stake your life for the familiars.*

She imposed those impossible words upon the boy.

Risk his life

For anyone in the world, their own life would be treasured above all else.

That was why the boy was taken aback.

She believed that his surprise stemmed from the fact that she herself couldn't provide proof for what she asked of him.

However

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, the boy promptly proved it. His astonishment didn't come from a lack of means to prove it... but rather, there was simply no way to prove it.

A human who would willingly sacrifice his own life for the familiars.

To Yeonhong Chunsamwol, who had lived for countless years, he was a type of human both unfamiliar and intriguing.

"How is it possible for a human to be like this?"

In her current state, with most of her knowledge and memories sealed away, she couldn't fathom Baek Yu-Seol.

It was truly disheartening.

After a long time, she believed she had encountered a truly trustworthy human.

To prove the fact, he had ultimately risked her own life.

But

"... In the end, you've really done it."

The boy had successfully vanquished the dark magic, and as the host disappeared, the scattered dark energy naturally purified itself.

Baek Yu-Seol had proven his worth, becoming a guardian for her and the familiars.

"Though my current power is insignificant..."

Yeonhong Chunsamwol took out a small bead from her embrace and placed it in Baek Yu-Seols chest.

It was the heart of a familiar cherished by her. She had died in her embrace.

Now, the heart had lost its owner and would beat again for a spirit loved by Baek Yu-Seol.

Finally, she gently touched his forehead.

**Woong!!**

A pink aura permeated, causing Baek Yu-Seols body to tremble, but he remained unconscious.

Perhaps the recoil was too strong for him to regain immediate consciousness, but he would endure.

He received one of the Twelve God's rare blessings,

'Yeonhong Chunsamwol's Blessing.

"With this, it should be enough as repayment..."

Did she overdo it?

Pouring her strength into purifying the dark magic, and then to bestow a 'blessing'...

But it was alright.

For a human like him, he deserved all the efforts.

"Hmm..."

While Yeonhong Chunsamwol bestowed her power, someone was the first to awaken.

It was Hong Bi-Yeon, a girl with silver hair and a shimmer of red aura.

She gazed at Yeonhong Chunsamwol with a bewildered expression before widening her eyes in astonishment.

Yeonhong Chunsamwol responded with a mischievous smile, and placed her index finger lightly against her lips.

"Keep this a secret.

Unable to defy the might of the Twelve God, Hong Bi-Yeon nodded in a daze.

In an instant, Yeonhong Chunsamwol vanished like a gentle summer breeze.

"What in the world...?"

Hong Bi-Yeon remained standing there in a state of disbelief.

"Urgh..."

A sharp headache coursed through her.

Hong Bi-Yeon clutched her head, and exhaled deeply.

Even the simplest movements became excruciating, as if her very lungs were being torn apart. Every action, even as mundane as breathing, was accompanied by agonizing pain.

"How... how do I even breathe...?"

It felt as if her entire body was wrapped in the aftermath of a full-throttle marathon sprint.

But she couldn't afford to lose consciousness again.

A strong intuition urged her to stay alert, and she forcefully opened her eyes.

But there was no mana.

She couldn't sense any trace of it.

Could it be the aftermath of using a higher-level magic?

Her mana had yet to recover, leaving her completely depleted.

Maizen Tyren, the dark mage.

Why was he still alive?

A chilling thought ran through her mind as she gritted her teeth, straining to lift her upper body.",

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