Curse the Mainframe! 307 Avenging Goddess

Paul, who looked strong and had been full of vitality previously, seemed to be withering.

He seemed to have aged a lot in the short span of their fight, yet, the man himself didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong.

He was literally about to die any moment now, and Blanche felt a great deal of glee inside her at those words that popped up in her mind.

Indeed. The man did not realize that there was anything wrong with his body at all. In fact, he felt greater and stronger than ever. He felt that this was the strongest that he had ever been in his life, and he was all but bursting with confidence.

The power that rushed through his veins and allowed him to soar in the sky made him feel invincible.

Paul let out a rough laugh and said mockingly to Blanche, "What's wrong? Don't dare to fight anymore?" He sneered at the noble. "Well, this old man still has some fight left in him!"

As he said that, he charged faster towards Blanche, his magic charging up on his fists. They were coated with grey fire, his chosen use of his Magitype.

Blanche didn't say anything and prepared to just dodge him. However, she thought better of it and sneered back at him even when the bloodlust was urging her on to fight!

She clashed with him head-on instead and didn't lose an inch to him in any way.

There was something wrong with this senile old man.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in her mind. Could it be that this man didn't break through using his own means, but used some sort of external means?

As soon as the thought occurred, Blanche immediately fixated on it. She couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Your body is already old and failing, but you still want me to fight you?" Blanche let out a derisive laugh, feeling only disdain now. Even her bloodlust had cooled down when she thought about how she was fighting an unworthy opponent.

The only thing her bloodlust retained was the feeling that the unworthy would die soon, and it caused her blood to throb.

She felt disappointed when she thought about how her opponent didn't even know. He was burning his lifeforce just for one last hurrah. He wasn't giving her the fight that she envisioned.

While they were exchanging words, the two Meisters never once stopped exchanging blows, causing the skies to tremble with the force of their attacks.

Though they were higher up in the sky now, they were even more unrestrained up here. For that reason, the situation down on the ground wasn't any better than before. It was worse than before.

The trees had all been uprooted, and the buildings had all but collapsed.

The people of the town hastily evacuated with their family members, leaving with nothing but their clothes on their backs.

The clash between two titans was not something that they could withstand without getting hurt.

Paul scoffed derisively at Blanche's words, his eyes glinting harshly. How dare this woman call him weak? They were both Meisters, but she dared to insinuate that he was lower than her?

Without Blanche putting much thought into it, she had thoroughly pricked the elder's sore spot with her cold words.

This was because this matter was something that he always harboured insecurity about deep inside him.

With that person's help, he'd managed to advance into the Meister tier, which he could not do for so many years. But he couldn't help but feel inferior to the Meisters that had advanced on their own merits.

The inferiority that he harboured deep inside his heart had been provoked by Blanche's words, and the man instantly flared up.

"You're not looking at me properly if you don't think I'm a Meister."

Blanche's eyes narrowed. It seemed like her guess was right. With how much he insisted that he was a Meister, it was as if he wasn't stating a fact, but rather shoving it into her face, trying to *prove* he was a Meister like her.

"You're just a dying old man whose lifeforce is fading away by the second."

Normally, Paul would have brushed off her words without any further thought, but at this time, a subtle bad feeling started to creep up on him.

He'd started to feel a little overwhelmed under Blanche's attacks, something that he wasn't struggling so hard with previously.

But with the ferocity of the attacks the two of them were exchanging, Paul had no time to think about it further and check on it.

Finally, he managed to seize a chance by allowing Blanche's attack to knock him further away without too much damage.

The instant he managed to gain some distance, he checked himself, and his eyes widened with horror.

"Impossible," he muttered. "Impossible! How can this be?"

Blanche watched his reaction with calculating eyes. "This is what borrowed power does to you. Someone at the advanced rank wanting to play being a Meister? Nothing more than a foolish pipe dream."

"No, impossible!" Paul roared, a multitude of emotions rushing through him. "They said I would be invincible!"

How could this be? That person had promised! Paul had dedicated the rest of his life to the cause, but now, he was dying! Both horror and understanding ran through him. Betrayal had hit him at the worst possible time.

What was happening to him?

Was this not the thing that he dreaded the most?

Could it be that he was using his remaining lifeforce to power up his transformation to use attacks at the Meister level?

Paul originally still had around fifty to seventy years more to live, but now, when he checked his body, he appeared as if he was on the verge of death.

The thing that Paul had been the most terrified about was his life coming to an end. The reason why he had accepted that person's offer in the first place was because he was terrified that his lifespan was drying up.

After breaking through to a Meister, his life should have extended at least three to four hundred years more, leaving him safe to find other ways to break through before the time was up.

However, now, no to mention fifty to seventy years, he was going to die in the next few minutes if he continued attacking.

Horror dawning on his face at this estimate, Paul quickly descended to the ground at breakneck speed.

Unfortunately for him, Blanche was not motionless during this time, quickly chasing after him.

Blanche started to gain on Paul, and the Rothschild shouted at her, his face going red with anger. "Don't push me too far, wench!"

Blanche's eyes glinted at his words, her lips curling into a bloodthirsty grin. As if she would allow the chance to destroy a Meister. Albeit, he was a fake Meister, but she didn't believe that there weren't people watching their battle.

They'd made such a huge commotion; it would be stranger if they weren't being watched.

'Fool,' she thought to herself.

There was a reason why people didn't resort to external means to become a Meister. The reason being, even if they did successfully advance to a Meister that way, their body wouldn't be able to handle the transformation.

Blanche had read those words in the Rothschild family library, but she'd always thought that those words were based on myth. No one had found a way to artificially advance to a Meister before.

But with the evidence she saw in front of her eyes, she was more convinced than ever.

Paul's eyes flashed with a vicious light. This woman wasn't going to leave him alone to the very end.

In that case, killing her spawn would cause her more pain before he left the world. Since he was going to die anyway, then he might as well cause someone to suffer with him before he died.

He'd drag a few more people with him down into hell!

Thinking up to this point, Paul was about to touchdown on the ground. He would slam into he ground with full force and kill everyone that was down below.

This way, he got revenge on the people who had forced him to this state. That man, and this woman as well! He wouldn't let any of them off!

Blanche seemed to realize his suicidal intentions, and she did something she'd never tried before.

She threw a buffing spell at Paul, causing him to feel feather-light, which in turn made him drift to the ground instead of slamming down on it with full speed.

Paul let out a shout of anger, and he turned around to fight with her again, but Blanche wasn't having any of it.

She flew towards Paul even faster now, her heel-clad feet savagely crashing into his head. Knocked dizzy for a split second, Paul wasn't able to react.

Blanche slammed him into the ground using added gravity as her friend. Simultaneously, she reinforced the ground around them the moment she hit the ground.

The last thing Blanche saw of Paul was his terrified and unwilling eyes before she crushed his head in a splatter of blood.

The blood flew so far, and even his skull's remains were nowhere to be seen with the force she'd crushed it with, shattering into powder.

The blood spread out, going all over Blanche, covering her face and neck, and partially over her dress and heels, staining them red. Redder than before, at least.

She daintily stepped off the body that remained twitching on the ground, licking the corner of her mouth. She'd felt a rush that she never felt before, causing her to feel like she was stronger than ever.

All that remained of Paul was his body. His head no longer existed in this world.

Tsk. She should have killed him in another manner. How dare he think about going after Kieran and Alec?

He'd courted death, and she had delivered.

Blanche looked at the crater spread out on the ground dispassionately, before staring up into the sky.

Some of the Meisters that had been watching the show took a shocked breath when their eyes seemed to connect with Blanche's.

She looked like a cold, avenging goddess, and with blood splattered over her, she painted a fierce look for herself.

Blanche looked away, and the Meisters that had been watching cut the connection, not wanting to take any chances of her tracing it back to them.

With the problem settled, Blanche leisurely headed back down to look for her son and her little brother.

Chapter end

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