The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 683 - 0680 Supreme Honor (First Update)

Chapter 683: Chapter 0680 Supreme Honor (First Update)

“Her psychological toughness is still not strong enough,” Liszt thought regretfully as he watched Chris accidentally break the teacup.

Archmages and Dragon Knights are indeed incredible beings, but as a Sky Knight or a Grand Magician, one should belong to the well-informed and high-status elite, and their psychological toughness should not be so fragile.

However,

he still said gently, “Chris, stay calm, there’s no need to be so surprised.”

Chris looked down at the shattered teacup and the tea spilled everywhere, seemingly understanding that she had overreacted, “Viscount, are you sure you didn’t misspeak? Your sister is so young, are you sure she’s not a Grand Magician, but a legendary Archmage?”

“You should know that I’m not one to joke around, Ach has only recently touched the Magic Web and completed the Elemental Shaping to become a true Archmage. She is probably the only Archmage that the Duchy of Sapphire, as well as the Steel Ridge and Bear Eagle Kingdoms, have seen in over a century.”

“She really is an Archmage?”

Chris covered her chest with one hand, still looking at Ach with disbelief.

The accidental breaking of the teacup, although due to a shock that was too sudden, had invisibly dissipated her shock and allowed her to quickly regain her composure, making her suspect that Liszt might be joking. However, there was not a single trace of humor in Liszt’s tone.

And the petite-female magician with her clear eyes and flawless appearance did not seem to be joking at all.

What was most important was the faint aura emanating from her, which made Chris feel palpitations. If she tried to focus on it, it seemed to disappear, as if it were just an illusion. But as a Grand Magician, keenly aware and particularly sensitive to magic power, Chris absolutely did not believe she was prone to illusions.

So, all this was very likely to be true.

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The petite female magician before her really was an Archmage.

Known as the incarnate Truth walking in the mortal world, Archmages had gradually become legends—as for Grand Magicians like Chris, they had never heard of a living Archmage. They had only read more or less from the magic books passed down by Archmages, admiring the Archmage’s elegance from those scant words.

Odom Truth, Vasi Truth…

These names of Archmages can be recited by many magicians, yet they were mostly Archmages from the era of the Moon Empire. Basking in the glory of a world ruled by magicians—who deemed other professions as heretical and only magicians as the orthodoxy—their legends spanned the continent to the moon.

Alas, with the change of eras, knights quickly replaced magicians as the orthodox rulers of the world. Although the Ancient Warriors and Ancient Magicians were not deemed heretical, they were also being continuously engulfed and faded away.

Liszt, harboring a mischievous interest, was about to explain to Chris in detail why Ach was an Archmage, fully enjoying the transformation of her expression from disbelief to bewilderment, to shock, and finally acceptance.

Suddenly, Ach raised her hand without a word.

Immediately, a Water Arrow Spell took shape abruptly, and the next moment, it appeared from her hand and hovered just inches away from Chris’s face.

This unexpected change startled Chris once again.

But looking at the hovering Water Arrow Spell, she was stunned, “This is…”

“An Archmage’s control over magic is completely different from that of a Grand Magician, Chris. You can truly feel this Water Arrow Spell, for it is condensed from the magic power of the Magic Web. It sustains its existence through the Magic Web, and if I wish, it can exist for a very, very long time,” he explained.

For a stranger, it was almost the first time Ach had spoken such a long sentence.

Which surprised Liszt.

What made Chris shudder even more,

was her belief that once magic is released, it cannot be stopped; it must continue to be released or collapse directly.

Yet, a Water System Basic Magic – the Water Arrow Spell – simply hovered in front of her, the magic power maintaining the water arrow clearly felt. She couldn’t help but extend her finger, touching the water arrow itself, the condensed water flowed through her finger without any sign of collapse.

In a flash, she caught a glimpse of the power of high magic; she did not understand this power, but the pressure from the higher level of magic power was palpable.

“Such powerful magic power, unbelievable magic!” Chris pulled back her finger and looked at Ach with no longer surprise or doubt, but with eyes quickly filled with fervent admiration, “Lord Acherloides Truth, grand Archmage, please allow Chris to offer you her utmost respect.”

With these words, she knelt on one knee and performed a rare and solemn gesture.

Even when facing Liszt, her lifesaver, she had never performed such a devout gesture – after all, whether knights or magicians, they all worship the strong, and clearly, Archmage Archy far surpassed Liszt, the “Sky Knight.”

Liszt did not feel jealous.

Had he arrived riding Leo, Chris surely would have shown the same devout respect.

Yet there was no need for that, as he always relied on his personal charm to win the respect and loyalty of his subordinates, and not on unfathomable strength.

Besides, at that moment, it was Ach’s time to shine, and how could he steal the spotlight?

Ach had few interactions with humans, but being intelligent and backed by great power, she did not need to understand too many social tactics; direct words sufficed: “Chris, your brother has asked you to assist me in my magic research. I have many experimental ideas that I need your help with.”

Chris immediately responded with delight, “To serve a grand Archmage is my greatest honor!”

Then, she quietly added, “If I could receive one or two pointers from you, that would be even more thrilling.”

“That’s possible, you help me with my magic research, and I will find time to guide you in your practice,” Ach easily won Chris over. With her status, she only needed to snap her fingers, and Grand Magicians would scramble to work for her – the position of an Archmage in the hearts of magicians was sacred and inviolable.

Seeing this, Liszt reassured, “Chris, Ach’s identity must be kept secret, not to be mentioned to anyone.”

“Why, Viscount, isn’t Lord Acherloides the embodiment of Truth walking among us? Should she not be spreading the glow of Truth to the world? If Lord Acherloides needs a laboratory, Chris is willing to give up the Mage Tower and follow and serve by Your Lordship’s side,” she said.

“Wait a few years. Having just advanced to Archmage, she needs time to adapt and be free from worldly disturbances,” Liszt stated unequivocally, “You will still run the Mage Tower, which was, after all, built for you. Ach will stay within my castle, and her laboratory will also be built inside the castle.”

Ach remained silent, allowing Liszt to make arrangements.

Chris immediately pleaded, “Then, Viscount, may I have a room in the castle? I hope to be at Lord Acherloides’s service at all times!”

Ach indeed needed a Grand Magician to act as an assistant.

According to many Magic Books, Ancient Magicians were always surrounded by a host of magicians, much like knights following a landlord.

After thinking for a moment, Liszt said, “I can leave a room in the castle for you, but your work will still be arranged at the Mage Tower, where the team of magicians needs your leadership.”

“Thank you, Viscount!”