Extra Demon: Sacred Academy of Light-Chapter 138: Victory

"Is he trying to kill himself?" Elizabeth frowned. She stared grimly at the screen, confused. She was happy about what was happening, yet at the same time, she didn’t want Arthur to die. She shook her head, unsure of what to do or even what to think.She wanted to see what the blue flame was capable of, even if only on a superficial level, but the way things were going... she hesitated."What do you think?" she asked absentmindedly, her eyes still fixed on Arthur’s battle against Ariel.

Seraphine was also doubtful. Her eyes glowed slightly as she looked out the window, her gaze settling on Arthur’s body."He’s burning and healing at the same time," she reflected after a brief pause. "It’s an exhausting process, forcing his body to the brink, pushing it into something inhuman. He’s overloading it, abusing it... if he keeps this up, his body will collapse before he even realizes it. I don’t understand why he’s doing this."She rested her hand on her cheek, deep in thought, trying to imagine what kind of motivation could drive someone to endure such physical torture.

Elizabeth and Seraphine sat in silence for a moment, lost in their thoughts.

The door to the room opened, and a woman with silver-white hair and pristine eyes walked in. Her expression was terrifyingly cold, and her gaze quickly locked onto Elizabeth."Stop him now, Elizabeth," she commanded, her voice as frigid as ice.

Elizabeth met her eyes and pointed at the screen with her finger."I admit I’m partly to blame for manipulating the supervisor and for everything that’s happening..." she frowned. "But I didn’t force him to fight. He could’ve refused if he wanted to, and I certainly didn’t make him abuse the blue flame. Just look at him."

Arthur was gasping for air, the flames around him rising high into the sky while pale blue halos and gusts spread all over the place. Flickering blue lines danced across his arms, chest, and back, and his pupils were wrapped in flames.

"The spectators are lucky Seraphine isolated them. If she hadn’t... every mortal soul here would’ve been burned to ash," Elizabeth muttered, pressing her lips together. She sighed, torn by conflicting thoughts. She wanted to stop him, but those strange marks starting to appear on his body caught her attention. And it wasn’t just her — Seraphine was equally curious.

Emilia kept her eyes on Arthur, standing on the platform. Then she shifted her gaze toward Ariel, whose smile had long vanished. His expression was serious, and the moonlit glow surrounding him had grown more solid, just like the moonlight above. His body was covered in a silver dust that moved at his will. Still, Ariel had the upper hand. He controlled his power much better than Arthur, who was slowly destroying himself."If this continues..." she whispered, biting her lip. She closed her eyes, sighed, and said,"Seraphine, stop this."

Emilia had given up trying to reason with Elizabeth. She understood how she felt — curiosity was eating away at them, just like it was at Seraphine. But Emilia was far more mature and level-headed. She couldn’t let curiosity blind her into watching Arthur die. For now, the blue flames were burning his flesh like fuel... but once that wasn’t enough...

Seraphine sighed."So close, yet so far..." she thought to herself. She too wanted to witness the true form of the blue flame, but like Emilia, she knew Arthur would die if this went on. Slowly, she stood up."Alright, let’s put an end to this."

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"If you keep this up, you’ll die," Ariel warned, frowning. His eyes stayed on Arthur, who was still bleeding from his nose. At times, he even vomited blood, mixed with bits of torn flesh. His body trembled as if he were freezing to death, yet his eyes remained calm as always. They didn’t waver for even a second, as if the pain had no effect on him at all. That alone left Ariel deeply unsettled, though he stayed cautious. Despite Arthur’s composed expression, the flames around him were far from calm. They had once been serene, but now they raged wildly, as if trying to devour everything in their path — even someone like him.

Ariel was surrounded by lunar dust, which kept the blue flames from touching his flesh. He let out a cold breath. Those flames were desperately trying to consume his body, aiming to grow even larger and more destructive.

Because of that, Ariel stayed firmly on the offensive. He felt that if even a flicker of those flames touched his skin, he’d be dead. He watched as Arthur, amid the chaos, formed a faint smile.

"I know. But..." Arthur glanced down at himself. "It actually feels pretty good."

A dark look washed over Ariel’s face. Something wasn’t right — he could feel it. The flames began to die down, retreating back into Arthur’s body. For a moment, everything seemed normal again, but Ariel’s sharp instincts screamed a silent warning.

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His eyes widened. Arthur’s shirt slipped off gently, revealing glowing blue tattoos etched across his chest. More glowing patterns covered his arms, and though Ariel couldn’t see his back, a blood-colored halo slowly stretched outward behind him. Around them, blue particles floated gently, tinting the world in an otherworldly, almost magical, but unmistakably dangerous glow.

Ariel’s pupils dilated. Silver, invisible scales instantly wrapped around his entire body as the night grew brighter under the moon’s glow. Tiny particles began to descend, gathering above his head and taking the shape of an illusory crown. His armor thickened and condensed, adorned with beautiful silver patterns, while the sword in his hands extended until it was nearly a full meter long.

Just as he was about to strike again—

"Stop."

A soft voice whispered in his ear.

Ariel blinked, and suddenly, standing between them, was the Saint of the Empire. She stood silently, her gaze fixed on Arthur. Whatever lay behind her eyes, Ariel couldn’t understand it."You win," she said softly, raising her hand.

At once, everything around them froze: the lunar particles, the glowing blue embers, even Ariel himself found he couldn’t move.

He watched as the Saint slowly walked toward Arthur. Once she stood before him, she whispered something inaudible and placed her hand on his chest. The moment she did, the glowing tattoos vanished. Arthur blinked once before losing consciousness.