The lightning, with its destructive aura, instantly struck the target invisible to the naked eye.
High in the air, Karl's original plan was to get close to the ground, then cancel the optical invisibility effect of his bio-field before appearing to greet everyone.
He never expected his teacher to be so decisive, not even confirming it first.
It was Arzu's Thunderbolt technique, rising up to strike him in the face.
CRACKLE! The thick lightning struck the invisible bio-field, erupting with dazzling light and sharp energy fluctuations.
The powerful electric current disturbed the force field, causing it to flicker slightly several times, like a poorly connected light bulb.
Immediately, the optical invisibility temporarily failed, revealing Karl's figure suspended in the air.
Fortunately, thanks to the blocking effect of the bio-field, it gave Karl a short moment to react.
Just as the lightning was about to break through the force field and strike his body directly,
he calmly moved a few meters to the side, avoiding the center of the direct lightning strike.
The trailing arcs of electricity touched his body but caused no discomfort.
He hovered in the air, his back to the sun, and the force field obscuring his face made it impossible for everyone on the ground to see his features.
Seeing that Hen seemed about to launch a second wave of attacks, and Dalton and the others were also hesitating, subconsciously wanting to pull their crossbow triggers,
Karl shouted loudly, his voice clearly reaching below: "Teacher! It's me, Karl! Stop the attack."
Hearing this familiar voice, the vigilance in Hen's eyes dissipated somewhat.
However, the thunder in his hand did not completely disappear.
He secretly released his spiritual energy and extended it towards the hovering figure above.
When his mind could touch the other person, he recognized the unique and familiar mental fluctuations of Karl.
Hen finally fully confirmed that the person who could fly in the sky was indeed his student, Karl.
Only then did he completely dispel the lightning in his hand and wave his hand to dispel the slowing runes he had cast earlier, and the solid water curtain enveloping his body slowly faded away.
Karl slowly landed under the astonished gaze of the people below, as if they were looking at a god.
Dalton's mouth fell wide open, his jaw almost hitting the floor.
He looked at Karl, his voice occasionally stammering from the intense shock: "My... my lord! You... you can fly?!!"
Phillip and the other Blood Angel Knights had expressions just like Dalton's at that moment—full of disbelief and shock that their worldview had been overturned.
Uncontrollable exclamations and debates erupted in the crowd.
"Oh my god! Can Lord Karl fly?! Is this... is this the legendary god?"
"Damn, you're asking me, who should I ask?!"
"Remember the strength my lord displayed on the Ellander border..."
"Perhaps my lord is actually a god who descended to the mortal world, but has always been hiding his identity and walking among us?"
In contrast, although Hen couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, his demeanor was much calmer than Dalton and the others.
His nearly five hundred years of life and accumulated knowledge gave him a deeper acceptance of certain secrets, and he was more concerned with the reasons behind them.
Hen didn't say much; he raised his hand and gently waved it, instantly opening a semi-transparent spell shield with faint runes.
The shield enveloped him and Karl, blocking everyone outside and sealing off the sound inside.
After all this, Hen again focused his attention on Karl.
His voice did not hide his excitement, and his eyes, which had seen the world, shone at this moment.
"Karl... did you find a djinn? And... successfully master its power?"
This was the most logical explanation Hen could think of.
Only such wish-granting spirits as djinns could allow a person to gain the almost impossible ability to fly in such a short time.
Karl was surprised to hear this and immediately understood Hen's assumptions and expectations.
He was tempted to tell his teacher "yes," to please the teacher who was seeking a cure for his illness.
But it wasn't true, and he didn't want to lie to the teacher who had genuinely guided him.
He met Hen's expectant gaze and calmly shook his head with an apologetic tone: "Teacher, I'm sorry to disappoint you. My ability to fly does not rely on the power of a djinn."
"It is my own... further awakening and development of my innate abilities, unrelated to any djinn."
He paused and added: "If I do find a djinn, I will definitely inform you as soon as possible and try to make a wish, hoping to cure your heart condition."
Hen's eyes swept over Karl's body, which was only wearing a simple shirt and leather pants, with no place to hide a magic bottle containing a djinn.
Hearing Karl's frank denial, the fiery light in his eyes couldn't help but dim, followed by a flash of loss that couldn't be hidden.
But after all, he was a sorcerer who had lived for hundreds of years; this loss lasted only a moment.
He quickly adjusted his thinking, and a gentle smile reappeared on his face.
He reached out and gently patted Karl on the shoulder, his voice filled with relief: "Karl, good child, if you have such a heart, your teacher will be very pleased."
"However, the amazing changes in your body... did they occur during the time you left the academy?"
He was referring to the ability to fly and the deeper, more restrained aura he vaguely sensed in Karl, different from before.
Karl nodded slightly and answered affirmatively: "Yes, teacher, just recently."
He didn't want to dwell on the details of his abilities, as it involved fragments of divinity and was too complicated to explain.
He changed his mind, looked at Hen with bright eyes, and his tone became serious and earnest: "But that's not important, teacher."
"What I want to say is that I have other ways to cure your heart condition. It's just... this method is quite special and contains certain uncertainties."
"Ultimately, it depends on you... whether you are willing to trust me and accept my attempts?"
...
They returned to a quiet room in the manor and sat facing each other in comfortable high-backed chairs.
With obvious curiosity and a questioning expression on his face, he leaned forward slightly, carefully studying Karl.
He was surprised that Karl dared to state so firmly that he could cure a heart condition caused by aging, which even the healers of the Brotherhood were helpless to treat.
Karl explained little; he knew that facts spoke louder than words. He slowly raised his right hand and opened his palm.
Then, his mind delved into the vast amount of solar energy in his body and the several precious golden divine powers.
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