Chapter 333: The Teacher Who Pits People

Starlight was scattered; the world was utterly silent.

As if time had stopped.

Even the leaves stirred by the breeze did not dare make the slightest sound.

And in that clear night, only gold and amber stared at each other coldly, like glaciers colliding, sparks flying.

“Meladomir?”

At last, on that indistinct face, a sharp brow seemed to lift high; a cool voice like a blade drawn from its sheath echoed through the night where all things held their breath.

It sounded almost regretful.

“So you weren’t dead after all.”

“Heh, even you, an old mother dragon who loves to fool around, aren’t dead. I, youthful and pretty, in my prime, forever seventeen—how could I possibly die?”

The white-haired, red-eyed old loli in strawberry-pink pajamas folded her arms, her fair chin lifted arrogantly, and curled her lip:

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“......”

The night air seemed to drop a few degrees.

“A pity it’s only a projection.”

The majestic golden eyes lowered slightly, looking at Mela’s small body hidden inside the slightly loose pink pajamas; perhaps it was an illusion, but at that indistinct mouth a faint arc of ridicule seemed to appear.

“You’ve gotten smaller again, Meladomir.”

“......”

It got a few degrees colder still.

The pink nightdress fluttered a little, scattering motes of light like fallen stars. Lifting the little foot that had been stepping on Muen’s face, Mela drifted up, floating until she was at eye level with the woman—no, a little higher.

She tipped her head back and thrust out her chest with effort, looking down from on high.

“Still small.” The woman snorted in disdain.

“I used to be bigger than you.”

Mela glared at the bulging chest beneath the woman’s black dress and sneered.

“You only surpassed me temporarily. What’s there to be proud of?”

“Still small.”

“......”

Her baby-fat cheeks twitched once, but Mela’s amber, crimson-clear eyes shifted, and she suddenly showed an exceedingly kind smile.

“Aiya, ayia, look at me—so ill-mannered. It’s been so long since we met, and I didn’t even give you a proper greeting.”

Mela paused, then in a sugary, saccharine voice, like an old friend after a long separation, asked with boundless gentleness:

“Good evening, the famed Calamity, the Death-Doom Dragon feared by all—Ham. Rey. N.”

“Boom—”

Endless black mist exploded; the woman’s flame-red hair flew. Her golden eyes were majestic and cold, as if the world itself ought to submit.

She fixed Mela with her gaze, the gold plated over with a layer of frost.

“Shut up.”

She said:

“Do not address me by that name.”

“Oh my, you really still hate that title?”

Mela kept her arms folded across her perfectly flat chest, wagging her head as she said:

“Hamreyn, in the ancient tongue, means ‘the one who brings down destruction and despair.’ Isn’t that pretty cool? If I had such a badass nickname, I’d make people call me that every day.”

“Shut up. I don’t like names humans presumptuously give me!”

“Hehe, I refuse.”

Teacher Mela’s lip curled in contempt, utterly unfazed by the killing intent that seemed to twist space itself:

“Hamreyn Hamreyn Hamreyn—I said it. What can you do to me?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You can’t kill me.”

“Then I’ll kill him.”

The woman lowered her head, looking at Muen beneath Mela’s feet:

“With just a projection, you can’t stop me.”

“......”

Mela shut up, looked down at her own disciple, then raised her head. A struggle surfaced on her little face; after a long moment she finally squeezed out through clenched teeth:

“Despicable!”

“Likewise.”

“Threatening people—what kind of skill is that? If you dare come to my Academy, I guarantee you won’t have a good time!” Mela snorted coldly.

“Then why don’t you bring your true body over? After a thousand years, I truly would like to see whether your other aspects have regressed too.”

“I can’t leave the Academy.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“Coward. Is this all a Calamity amounts to?”

“Heh. The so-called strongest human Archmagus is nothing special either.”

“......”

“......”

Gold and amber clashed hard once more, like icebergs colliding, sparks flying.

...

The majestic golden eyes were first to end this meaningless waste of time. The woman lowered her head; for the first time her gaze truly and completely fell upon Muen.

“This is your disciple?”

“So what?”

Mela planted her hands on her hips, proud:

“Pretty outstanding, isn’t he?”

“...Judging by the average level of the human species, he’s acceptable.”

The woman’s eyes flickered. Muen’s eyes were closed tight at this moment, his face deathly pale, yet even the disheveled blond hair and bloodstains could not conceal a face that could be said to sit at the very peak of male human looks.

Only, to her, so-called human appearance was utterly meaningless.

She merely recalled, suddenly, that this person—even in a desperate strait, facing a Calamity he absolutely could not possibly defeat—still had the courage to draw his blades.

She had killed many people, destroyed many existences; such a case... was rare.

As for those strange abilities on him...

The woman’s long, narrow eyes suddenly narrowed as she looked to Mela:

“You still haven’t given up on that ridiculous plan of yours?”

“Ridiculous?”

Mela narrowed her eyes as well:

“Compared to me, you’re the more ridiculous one. You’re still searching for Her?”

“None of your business.”

“For the sake of us both being beautiful girls, I advise you to give up.”

Mela put away her smile; her little face went cold:

“You will not be able to find Her.”

“None of your business.”

“You don’t know where She is right now. You don’t know what She’s taking shape as at this moment. You don’t even know whether She is a person now or some kind of thing—you don’t know any of it, do you?

“Given Her nature, even if She appeared right before you, you wouldn’t be able to perceive Her. That’s why you’ve been holed up in this forest for so long, isn’t it.”

“I merely hate humans, that’s all.”

“Hehe. Perhaps.”

Mela folded her arms again:

“You’re as foolish as ever.”

“Likewise.”

The woman’s majestic golden eyes remained unruffled. Seemingly unable to stand this utterly pointless small talk any longer, she directly turned to leave.

A pitch-black rift opened once more before her.

“Goodbye.”

“Take your time—I won’t see you out.”

“Tsksksk.”

Watching the swaying back of that black dress recede, Mela propped her chin on her hand and suddenly muttered under her breath:

“Saying I’ve gotten smaller... it’s been over a thousand years, you haven’t not changed either, you know.”

“......”

The woman’s bare foot, just about to step into the rift, paused abruptly.

She snapped her head back, staring at Mela, expressionless.

“What? You really want to fight?”

Mela, fearless, thrust her little chest out again.

The woman’s gaze shifted slightly. After a moment of silence, she suddenly flicked her finger toward Mela.

A brilliant golden light shot from her fingertip, racing toward Mela.

Yet in the instant it was about to touch her, it swerved sharply and sank into... Muen’s body.

Mela froze.

“Th-this... what is that?”

“Just a drop of blood.”

The woman’s features were indistinct as she said:

“You can think of it as a mark.”

“Why are you marking this brat?”

“Mm...”

Imitating Mela, the woman propped her chin in her hand:

“Perhaps it’ll be useful?”

“But he’s my disciple!”

“Precisely because he’s your disciple that it’s worth doing, isn’t it?”

The woman gave a cold smile; contempt flashed across her golden eyes:

“Be grateful. I have a great deal of faith in your judgment.”

“......”

Ignoring Mela’s eyes, gone perfectly round yet at a loss for words, the woman turned with icy poise, her long skirt trailing the ground, and stepped into the rift—leaving behind a line equally cold to drift across the night sky:

“He’s still far too weak right now. I hope that next time I come for him, he’ll be strong enough to satisfy me.

...Pass that along for me, would you.

Meladomir.”

...

...

The night wind stirred. With that invisible pressure gone, the leaves at last rustled happily.

Once the Calamity was gone, all the earlier flippant, mocking expressions vanished; Teacher Mela’s little face gradually grew solemn.

Touching her chin, she murmured seriously:

“So... this is what it feels like to be cuckolded right to my face?”

“Aiya, how hateful. I definitely have to get this one back someday!”

The strongest human Archmagus thus made up her mind.

“Only...”

Mela suddenly lowered her head again. Watching Muen’s body rapidly recover thanks to that drop of Calamity dragon’s blood, her expression turned a bit odd:

“Did I, by accident, screw this kid over again?”

A single drop of dragon blood was precious, but compared to the consequence of catching the attention of a Calamity, it was far from worth it.

Muen wasn’t her disciple; she wasn’t about to go soft over a pretty face.

And given her personality...

“Ma, forget it.”

Thinking this, Mela clapped her little hands and instead showed a bright, cheerful smile:

“It’s pretty interesting too, isn’t it?”