Chapter 301: The Orthodox Goddess in the Council
The entire Endymion was set ablaze with excitement.
All mages were profoundly stirred, collectively recalling the powerful magic that had just manifested before them.
Not a single soul remained unmoved.
The magnificent magical power, like a razor-sharp spear, had deeply pierced their hearts that had long grown as rigid as stone.
It was truly a spectacular sight to behold.
That darkness-stained blade seemed poised to cleave the entire world asunder.
The suffocating grandeur and pressure felt as if it could reduce all life to mere dust of death.
In that instant, they even thought the entire floating city in the sky would be split in half.
The Twilight Airspace nearly collapsed completely under that terrifying slash.
Countless rock fragments dissolved into scattered powder, and the chaotic magical power was thoroughly erased under this frightening offensive.
Even the thick clouds were swept away under this terrifying pressure.
A dazzling white light, like a sun rising anew in this world, incinerated everything in its path.
When the goddess vanished, the surrounding space distorted so severely that it seemed the void's rifts had been completely torn asunder.
The entire Twilight Airspace appeared to have become like a crumpled piece of damaged paper.
After witnessing that terrifyingly spectacular scene, all the mages were desperate to know:
Who was this mysterious figure, possessing such shocking power and authority, that even caused the Goddess of Justice to manifest?
"Did anyone record it?"
"I recorded everything."
Indeed.
After this divine manifestation.
The entire world would likely tremble at the magnitude of this event.
Meanwhile.
Inside the Magic Library.
The buildings lay in ruins, with stairs and bookshelves shattered and floating everywhere.
Heim Horn was still carefully examining each floating book with magic.
Though the scattered books were as numerous as stars in the night sky.
With Henie's help, the cleanup speed had notably increased.
Those wandering books would actively gather around Henie.
Like a group of loyal followers, constantly circling around her.
This made Henie's book-collecting progress significantly faster.
Heim Horn glanced at Cocotte dozing on a cloud, clearly annoyed.
Even Henie, a new council member, was helping out.
Yet you, a former council member, just keep sleeping there?
Sensing Heim's gaze, Cocotte raised her head and met his eyes.
She raised an eyebrow provocatively, with unmistakable smugness in her eyes.
As if saying:
Oh, so you remember I'm a former council member.
Former council members have no obligation to help you clean up the library.
Henie stood amidst a small mountain of books, methodically arranging various volumes.
Whenever she extended her hand, the books would automatically fly to her side, quietly waiting to be sorted.
She would first record the magic from the books in her thick notebook, then classify them:
"Hmm... this is a third-tier magic, Ethereal Space Blade."
"This is fourth-tier magic, a rare dual-element spell."
"This is third-tier spatial magic... utilizing elemental convergence, causing spatial folding and bending after rapid contraction..."
Henie muttered while making detailed notes in her notebook.
She was completely immersed in the sea of books, so focused that everything around her ceased to exist.
Looking at such a dedicated Henie, Heim Horn was utterly dumbfounded.
He stared at the massive tome in Henie's hands, falling into contemplative silence.
At this rate, all the complex knowledge in the library would likely be recorded one by one in Henie's book.
Though the Mage Council never restricted mages' learning depth.
As long as one possessed sufficient talent and their mind could contain more knowledge, anyone could learn freely here.
They could even monopolize all the magic in the library.
But no mage had ever achieved this.
The process of learning magic was tedious and monotonous.
Some mages might not comprehend a decent third-tier spell in their entire lifetime.
However today, he witnessed an exception in Henie.
She was beyond what could be simply explained as "gifted."
At her current pace, Henie might actually be able to speed-read all the magic in the entire library.
He began to suspect that Viktor's detonation of the magic library was definitely intentional.
Didn't Viktor know that touching the Scale Library would trigger an explosion?
He could have at least given a heads up.
If you're bringing in such a prodigy to study, couldn't we have just opened the library and let her learn at her own pace?
Besides, the council had no regulations prohibiting Henie from learning.
Although her learning efficiency might not be as extraordinary as now, at least we had ample time.
"Councilor Horn, this section has been organized as well!"
Lost in thought, Henie's voice rang out, causing Heim Horn to glance in that direction.
Then, he stared in amazement at the pile of magic books stacked beside her.
Henie stood amidst mountains of books, her face showing signs of fatigue, her posture slightly hunched.
She stretched, making her bones crack slightly.
Then, she let out a deep breath.
Though such workload clearly taxed her physically.
Her spirit had gained supreme satisfaction.
Seeing Henie's skilled efficiency in organizing books, he was beyond amazed.
It was as if Henie had loved organizing these complex magic books since childhood.
Truly, in hundreds of years, Heim Horn had never seen anyone so fascinated by this seemingly tedious magical knowledge.
Though Viktor was also proficient in various magic, he had only seen him casually casting spells.
He had never witnessed Viktor in the process of learning.
After all, that man could just clap his hands and magic would flow naturally.
Undeniably, Viktor's talent was indeed astounding.
And he was equally puzzled.
How could everyone from the Kravina family be so extraordinary?
Cocotte joined the Kravina family, and in less than two months, became a fifth-tier mage.
And now this Henie, though he was meeting her for the first time, her unparalleled talent had already deeply shocked him.
He couldn't help but wonder.
Is it still possible to join the Kravina family now?
Looking at Henie, he asked somewhat puzzled:
"Henie, are you particularly skilled at organizing these books?"
"And your knowledge base doesn't seem like that of an ordinary third-tier mage."
Henie's knowledge reserve could even easily comprehend fourth-tier magic.
Obviously, this wasn't reasonable.
Henie smiled slightly and shook her head:
"Actually, I initially had no talent for magic, and barely entered the magic academy based solely on written test scores."
"I always thought that as long as I studied diligently, I could become a qualified mage."
"However..."
At this point, Henie's expression darkened noticeably.
Then came a series of familiar events.
Henie had no talent, couldn't become a mage, and could only remain at the academy as a magic apprentice.
Principal Rachel took her in and made her a teaching assistant.
And this was already the most suitable position for Henie.
Besides this, Henie couldn't do anything else.
Because she couldn't become a mage, even though she had learned a wealth of magical knowledge, she had nowhere to apply it.
Even with the teaching assistant job that could barely sustain her livelihood, Henie's path wasn't smooth.
No professor valued her, for the same reason.
Because she wasn't a mage, she couldn't use magic.
So, she could only perform basic organizational work in the academy.
Like organizing the library, recording magic books.
And this work.
She had been doing it since her school days.
As if through this method, Henie could filter out those unpleasant voices, block out everything around her.
Wholeheartedly immersing herself in the ocean of knowledge.
So...
"Until Professor Viktor came to the academy and became a professor."
"He was the only one who, despite knowing I couldn't become a mage, was still willing to let me work for him."
At this point, Henie visibly relaxed.
As if her whole being was relieved of a tremendous burden.
From that evening encounter in the library.
From the next day, when she went to Professor Viktor's home with dark circles under her eyes, yet was still kindly received by him.
Viktor's image, like a towering giant, was deeply imprinted in Henie's heart.
From the beginning, Henie's fondness for Viktor had already reached its peak.
All the subsequent experiences, all of Viktor's care for her.
Were just bonus points on top of an already perfect score.
Listening to Henie's explanation, Heim Horn remained silent.
He had never imagined that Henie had such experiences.
He felt his question had been somewhat insensitive, even making him feel guilty.
He couldn't help but turn back and glare at Cocotte.
Such an important matter, how could you not tell me beforehand?
Cocotte paid no attention, even giving him a contemptuous smile.
At this moment, a heavy book slowly floated to Henie's side.
Silver-white patterns flowed on the book's surface, like blood pulsing through veins, appearing extremely otherworldly.
The patterns converged, gradually revealing a pair of distorted eyes on the book's surface.
Seeing this magic book suddenly appearing beside her, Henie instinctively reached out to open it like before.
However, when Heim Horn saw Henie's movement, he hurriedly shouted:
"Don't! Don't touch it! That's..."
But his warning came a few seconds too late.
Henie's hand was already on the book.
At this moment, the pages suddenly split in the center.
Accompanied by chaotic flipping sounds, they began to rapidly dance.
A terrifying aura surged from all around, like a giant magical claw, pulling everything towards the center of the book.
Like a bottomless abyss, greedily devouring everything around it.
That huge silver magical claw suddenly grabbed towards Henie's shoulders.
The speed was so fast that everyone present couldn't react in time.
A white light flashed, and Henie's form was pulled into the center of that silver-glowing book.
Until she disappeared completely.
Heim Horn stared blankly at the silver-white book that had closed again, frozen in place.
Now, this was a serious problem.
Even Cocotte instantly perked up, all drowsiness gone.
"Isn't that the Deep Library?!"
"She was swallowed by that book!?"
The Deep Library, that was actually Cocotte's destination today.
It was filled with countless forbidden magic that couldn't be seen in the mortal world.
It wasn't that the magic there was particularly evil, but because of their level.
The magic there possessed consciousness.
The Deep Library's magic would automatically bestow suitable magic to appropriate people, like choosing its master.
Most crucially.
The Deep Library was forbidden to those below fifth-tier.
Because the magic stored inside was impossible for mages below fifth-tier to learn.
Logically, the [Deep Library] shouldn't appear here.
But because the library was blown up, the area storing the [Deep Library] was also destroyed.
Who would have thought that even this book would actively seek out Henie?
"We need to find a way to rescue her."
Heim Horn spoke, his expression extremely grave.
If a low-tier mage stayed in the Deep Library too long, they might lose their sanity.
Just then, a ripple appeared in the space within the magic library.
A spatial portal lit up, and a magic parrot emerged from it.
It flapped its wings and landed on Heim's shoulder.
"Beep beep, beep beep."
As if transmitting some information to Heim Horn.
Then, as if having delivered its message, the parrot's body began to dissolve into streams of magical power and disappear.
At this moment, Heim Horn suddenly froze.
His head, like a phantom, began to flicker.
His square head seemed like an electronic receiver unable to process information.
Blue phantom snow gradually occupied Heim's entire face.
After a long while, a huge question mark appeared on Heim Horn's face:
"What the hell?"
"You're telling me the Goddess of Justice manifested?"
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