Curse-Reversing Magic
"[Curse-Reversing Magic]?"
"While this spell has great practical value, it's not exactly an interesting spell."
"Dunkel, what do you want to do with this magic?"
Serie smiled as she looked at Dunkel, the oldest among the newly promoted First-Class Mages.
But Dunkel simply lowered his head slightly and remained silent, appearing very resolute.
Every newly promoted First-Class Mage can obtain one spell from her through [Privilege].
Serie is known as the "Living Grimoire," possessing almost all known magic.
This is also the source of her confidence in establishing this [Privilege].
She can grant any kind of magic that First-Class Mages desire.
Except for Rienta.
As for Dunkel's reason for wanting [Curse-Reversing Magic].
Serie did know a little about it.
After all, Dunkel and her disciple Lernen were friends for decades.
In addition, she had also heard that Dunkel's reason for becoming First-Class Mage was to return to his hometown.
Returning to that hometown shrouded in the [Golden Land].
Thinking about it this way, when facing the strongest of the Seven Sages of Destruction, Macht of the Golden Land, [Curse-Reversing Magic] is indeed a very good choice.
Serie, realizing what was going on, chuckled and said, "That's fine too, it's indeed a good choice."
"However, to fully master [Curse-Reversing Magic], one would need at least a hundred years of training; this is magic that humans absolutely cannot learn under normal circumstances."
"Unless, by special means."
The Continental Magic Association has been established for half a century.
When those First-Class Mages exercise their [Privileges ], they inevitably make some strange requests.
For this reason, Serie specially developed a magic spell.
[Transfer Magic].
The effect is that you can turn the magic you've learned into a Grimoire for others to learn.
The price is that you have to start learning the magic that was given to you all over again.
Seated on the throne Serie shifted to a more comfortable position, raised her right hand, and Hexagram-shaped Magic Array Pattern instantly formed.
Then, a Grimoire slowly appeared in the center of the Magic Array Pattern.
Once the Grimoire containing the [Curse-Reversing Magic] was completed, Serie moved her hand slightly, manipulating the Grimoire to float towards Dunkel.
"In this way, you can make use of the success of my century-long cultivation."
Dunkel took the Grimoire, stood there stunned, and muttered:
"To bestow upon someone else the culmination of a magician's life's work—that's what's called [Privilege]."
He never imagined that he would obtain [Curse-Reversing Magic] in this way.
She had already prepared herself for a long period of training, intending to fight Macht one last time before she died.
In response to Dunkel's shock, Serie explained calmly, "There are limits to how far humans can go in studying magic."
Beside him, Sense, who was in charge of the second round of the First-Class Mage exam, bowed slightly, looked at Serie, and asked:
"Please forgive my rudeness, but if Lady Serie loses this magic, it means she loses her means of fighting the [curse]..."
Serie sat cross-legged on the throne, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, resting on her lap, looking at Sense with a hint of helplessness.
"That is indeed very rude, Sense."
Who do you think I am?
"I have countless means to combat the [curse]."
Having answered Sense's question, Serie continued, "[Privilege] is absolute."
"It's just a matter of starting cultivation again; it only takes a mere hundred years."
"It's no big deal for me."
After saying that, Serie looked at Dunkel and said, "Once you finish reading that Grimoire, you can master [Curse-Reversing Magic]."
"But this magic isn't something you can master once you've learned it. Maintaining [Curse-Reversing Magic] requires a huge amount of Mana, just like fully activating [Defensive Magic]."
"While I can maintain this state indefinitely, you can't."
"You must unleash [Curse-Reversing Magic] the instant [everything]... um, the instant [curse] strikes."
"[The curse] is invisible and intangible, and its release comes without any warning. How do you plan to deal with it?"
Finally, Serie rested her arms on her legs, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at Dunkel with a slightly amused expression.
Dunkel remained silent for a long time, his grip on the Grimoire tightening.
"... No problem."
"Frieren, I want to deal with Macht myself."
"..."
"No problem."
Dunkel looked at Frieren with a resolute expression and a serious expression.
Frieren sighed, took her Staff, and flew into the air.
Her first attack was blocked by Macht using [Defensive Magic].
Just as they were about to continue, they heard Dunkel, who had not yet made a move, make this request.
To be honest, she really didn't want to agree.
However, Dunkel's eyes and attitude clearly indicated his intention to challenge Macht to a one-on-one duel.
A person who managed to rise through the ranks of the court and become the Royal Court Chief Mage, second only to the emperor.
It's unbelievable that they would adopt the idea of going it alone.
It's really a bit too much...
Frieren didn't understand, but she chose to respect it.
On the ground.
Macht stood silently in place, holding a menacing longsword, as the shield formed by [Defensive Magic] in front of him slowly dissipated.
It heard every word of Dunkel and Frieren's conversation, without any attempt to conceal it.
Macht glanced at Frieren, who was overseeing the battle from the sky, and seeing that she had no intention of leaving, he then turned his gaze to Dunkel.
In that instant, it saw countless arrows of light hurtling towards it.
Macht remained calm, slightly bent his knees, and then suddenly shot out.
In the blink of an eye, he dodged the range of the arrows of light and appeared behind Dunkel.
All the arrows of light missed their mark, failing to cause Macht the slightest harm.
Dunkel maintained his previous offensive posture.
Without the slightest hesitation, Macht slashed directly at Dunkel with his menacing longsword.
But Dunkel seemed to have anticipated Macht's move, and with a simple sidestep, he dodged the slash.
They then quickly increased the distance between them.
Macht paused for a moment, then immediately raised his other hand and aimed it at Dunkel.
[Zoltraak].
A blazing beam of Mana shot straight at Dunkel.
Boom!
The brief exchange kicked up clouds of dust.
Macht stood still, not pursuing further, and looked in Dunkel's direction, saying softly:
"I remember the time we did combat training together."
The smoke and dust settled.
The [Defensive Magic] in front of Dunkel shattered.
But the Staff in his hand was fixed on Macht, who was standing still, its tip flashing white light.
"Me too, I've seen your routine countless times."
The Hexagram-shaped Magic Array Pattern flashed by.
[Ordinary Offensive Magic] rained down on Macht incessantly.