"Nineteen years old, Grade 1, for a Muggle-born, she's very talented." Grindelwald remarked, watching the girl ascend through the levels under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards.
Ana's talent was truly surprising; many Muggle-borns would never reach her level, even if they trained their whole lives. Even among Noble Houses, Ana had remarkable talent.
"Any special soul is talented in its own right; her being Muggle-born only makes her more special," Dumbledore replied to his rival's words with a calm tone, subtly catching the disdain in the Dark Lord's voice.
"Do you believe what you're saying?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with his silver eyes and asked, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm. He knew his old enemy's ideas all too well—a world where everyone had a chance to be whatever they wanted.
If all witches and wizards were talented, then the power rankings that defined the foundations of the wizarding world wouldn't matter; everyone would be a powerful figure. Unfortunately, the world wasn't a beautiful fairy tale filled with justice. It was cruel, cold, and ruthless.
Talent was determined at birth, with a touch of luck and destiny. People like Ana Rodríguez, born to Muggle parents, were rare; the world always had been and always would be controlled by powerful families. One or two talented individuals could never influence society as a whole, something Dumbledore had always wanted to do throughout his life, but in the end, he never came close to achieving.
"Look at the faces of those children in the stands; their eyes shine with the hope of one day reaching a similar level. It's something beautiful to observe—the ideals of young people full of life and inspiration to change the world," Dumbledore said, his blue eyes looking at the children in the stands with a gentle smile on his lips.
"Always naive, Albus." However, Grindelwald did not share a similar vision to Dumbledore's. He looked at the children with a cold and composed gaze. "If they don't learn they have limits while studying, the world will teach them in the cruelest way, killing them without any pity or mercy. At that moment, their dreams, desires, and aspirations will mean absolutely nothing in the face of death."
"Always so pessimistic, Gellert." Dumbledore returned the words to his former lover, speaking with a look full of determination. "Even if the world teaches them they have limits, there is nothing more rewarding than seeing these children trying to surpass those limits."
He continued, looking directly into the silver eyes of the infamous Dark Lord. "Their pain, their tears, their sweat, their love, their desires, and their efforts—it's through the stumbles you make along life's path that you mature. A child cannot grow up with their parents by their side; they have to live for themselves to truly understand what life is, even if it is a hard life full of effort."
Grindelwald couldn't help but get lost in those eyes for a moment; he hated those eyes, eyes that could make the impossible a reality. The same eyes that had made him fall in love with the man before him.
"I hate it when you say things like that," Grindelwald murmured just loud enough for Dumbledore to hear.
Dumbledore rolled his eyes and looked wordlessly at his former lover and long-time rival. That expression reminded him of when they had met that summer.
All the ministers heard Dumbledore's words, and many agreed with his vision. The Russian Minister of Magic, Dmitri Ivanov, in particular, remembered his past.
As the son of an important family in decline, it was only when his parents died that Dmitri understood how heavy the burden his father and mother carried was.
He grew up despite assassination attempts from his cousins and uncles, maturing along the way with love and hardship.
Dmitri couldn't help but show a nostalgic smile; those were really difficult times, but when he looked back and saw what he had gone through to become who he was today, he never regretted his choices, even the wrong ones. It was the wrong ones that made him mature, not the right ones. Only when you err can you try to improve.
"You look like a nostalgic girl, Dmitri. What a shame for a man of your stature," Benjamin, sitting next to him, said with a sarcastic tone.
"Humph." Dmitri looked at his rival and scoffed loudly, his voice tinged with superiority. "Only you Americans think emotions are a woman's thing."
Dmitri's sharp words only made Benjamin smile sarcastically. "I believe a man who doesn't cry becomes stronger; we're not women to go around crying."
While Dmitri's words made the women present happy, Benjamin's words made them look at him in a decidedly unfriendly manner.
Luis Delacour, seeing this, pursed his lips, finally understanding why Benjamin's wife had been seduced by the Russian Minister of Magic.
With a husband like Benjamin, the woman probably lived under a lot of pressure and stress. When a kind man with an extremely high EQ like Dmitri Ivanov came along, he easily opened the door to the heart of the American Minister of Magic's wife.
Watching the two still arguing, Luis turned his gaze to the screen showing his daughter. He couldn't have been prouder at that moment. Beauty, intelligence, determination, and power—his daughter had all the qualities to be remembered in the annals of French history as one of the most powerful witches.
However, to gain fame and become renowned, she had to face two extremely talented opponents: Rose Potter and Asterion Black.
"May Merlin bless you, my daughter," Luis whispered inaudibly, focusing on the screen.
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While the discussion continued outside, Asterion and Ana were engaged in an intense battle. Asterion, using only his armor and gauntlets, constantly pressured Ana with his obviously superior physical strength.
Each punch broke the sound barrier, causing the air to tremble and compress with each blow, forcing Ana to retreat to avoid being hit.
Despite her efforts, her body was covered in purple bruises, especially on her face, where Asterion's fists landed repeatedly, despite her repeated defensive attempts.
But Ana didn't just stand there taking hits; she retaliated with powerful electric currents as big as houses, hitting her opponent squarely. However, unlike what she expected, aside from a few scratches and a small scorch mark on his chin, there were hardly any visible injuries on the Special Grade Wizard.
This frustrated her more than the injuries she was receiving—nothing was more painful than having her attacks be ineffective against her opponent.
Ana Rodriguez didn't know, but Asterion wasn't as calm as he appeared at that moment. The Spanish girl's Innate Technique was truly powerful, especially after advancing to Grade 1, making her attack power superior to many Grade 1 Wizards.
If he weren't constantly reinforcing his body, some of his blood would have spilled on the ground at times when Ana perfectly timed her attacks and struck with ferocity.
As for the loss of magical energy, Asterion wasn't too worried about this aspect. Both he and Rose were almost infinite generators of magical energy. It would be tough for him to run out of magical energy during a fight. However, since he was limited to using the power of a Grade 2 wizard, he was also limited in how much magical energy he could regenerate.
But as Asterion was almost supernaturally controlling his magical energy expenditure, he was regenerating his energy almost sublimely, something he shamelessly copied from Rose. After all, with Rose as a base, he just had to change the mold and adjust a few things subtly to suit his body.
Dodging a lightning bolt the size and thickness of a house, Asterion decided to take the fight a bit more seriously.
"Innate Spell Manipulation—Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits—Summoning."
Raising his finger, a black vortex of pure darkness formed just above it, the size of a house, spinning like a black hole that even absorbed light.
"Don't die, Ana Rodriguez," Asterion said calmly, looking at the young woman's pale and battered face.
"Queen of the Sea - Sadalmelik-Albus."
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What Asterion summoned did not resemble a cursed spirit at all. Sadalmelik-Albus appeared as a human woman with blue skin and long hair made of water, undulating like the waves of the sea. Her generous bust was hidden by two white shells.
But unlike a normal human woman, instead of legs like any other person, she had a fish tail covered in blue scales, full of beauty and shine. In her hand, she held a golden trident. She looked like a sea goddess full of sacredness rather than a cursed spirit.
Sadalmelik was about ten meters tall, her enormous body resembling a masterpiece crafted by the gods. Her tail moved with surprisingly graceful motions, and a voice reminiscent of a siren's song hung in the air.
When Sadalmelik appeared, a large wave surged and quickly spread, dragging trees, stones, and anything else in its path, including the Spanish team members themselves.
Asterion stood on Sadalmelik's shoulder, looking at Ana with a calm gaze. He could feel the rapid consumption of magical energy; it was substantial, even though he controlled how much magical energy Sadalmelik could use.
Otherwise, if he hadn't controlled Sadalmelik when she was summoned with the strength of a Special Grade Warlock, the entire arena might have been submerged by now.
Ana couldn't help but be shocked. Even though Sadalmelik had only the strength of a Grade 2 Warlock, she was truly a Special Grade cursed spirit. Her presence was so shocking that it made the young Spaniard pale in the face of the malice and terror emanating from the being before her. Even with her beautiful and charming appearance, in Ana's eyes, Sadalmelik was no different from a beautiful but extremely terrifying monster.
Ana couldn't help but be shaken by the thought that Asterion Black might have dozens of other cursed spirits. She finally understood why everyone spoke to Asterion with such respect; the young man was the literal embodiment of the phrase "a one-man army."
Taking a deep breath, Ana pushed those distracting thoughts away and focused entirely on the moment. Seeing water everywhere she looked, she had to admit that Asterion had chosen the perfect cursed spirit to suppress her.
It should be noted that a Wizard or Witch does not gain total immunity by controlling a specific element.
Take Ana, for example. She might not suffer damage if she put her finger in an electrical socket, but if lightning struck her, it would be a completely different story. Although she wouldn't die and would survive, she would be severely injured.
Asterion was the same; although he could create a cursed spirit capable of healing him, he wouldn't dare to put something like that inside his body. The negative magical energy would definitely corrode his body from the inside out.
For this reason, Ana was apprehensive about using her innate technique in this water-filled environment. With a wave of Asterion's hand, he could turn Ana's power against her.
Pulling out her wand, Ana decided to test Asterion with some spells to determine his current strength. If he was exhausted from summoning such a powerful cursed spirit, she would attack with all her might; if not, she would retreat and conserve her strength for the second phase of the King's Game.
With a flick of her wrist, her wand traced a half-moon path, and in an instant, a column of water shot toward Asterion, taking the form of a serpent with its mouth wide open.
Asterion didn't even blink at the attack, and Sadalmelik raised her trident. The water serpent, instead of heading towards Asterion, changed direction and turned against its creator.
Meanwhile, dozens of other water serpents formed around and attacked Ana without hesitation.
Seeing this, Ana's expression changed dramatically as she leapt from branch to branch, dodging the dozens of water serpents. Her movements were graceful and skillful, and when she couldn't avoid an attack, she used Transfiguration to create a barrier, buying time to dodge another attack.
Suddenly, still in the air, jumping to another branch, a shiver ran down her spine. She tried to move, but she was still in the air with no foothold to change direction.
Looking up, she saw Asterion above her, his fist covered in a black gauntlet getting closer and closer to her face.
"You're not just fighting Sadalmelik," he said calmly as his fist struck her squarely in the face.
Boom!
Ana felt her brain shake violently. Even with the reinforcement magic on her body, she still felt intense pain. Her body flew downwards, landing heavily on the muddy ground.
Feeling the wet touch on her face, Ana breathed heavily but quickly got up the next second. She wiped the mud from her face with the back of her hand and looked at Asterion with sarcasm.
"You hit like a girl!"
"I can do this all day!" In a fighting stance, with somewhat unsteady steps, she looked at Asterion with determination.
Hearing her words, Asterion raised an eyebrow and looked at Ana strangely.
"You call that a provocation?" he asked in a strange tone. It was obvious she was trying to make him angry to create an opening, but Ana's choice of words wasn't the best. They only made him more amused than angry.
Ana's lips twisted awkwardly at his amused tone, and she spoke in an embarrassed voice. "I was raised by my grandmother. She taught me to be very polite."
"She's probably watching the tournament right now, and I don't want to hear a several-hour-long lecture when I get back," she finished with an extremely embarrassed tone.
"Puff!" Asterion couldn't hold back and let out a laugh. "Hahahaha~"
"What are you, a child who can't swear?" Wiping the tear from the corner of his eye, he asked playfully. He hadn't wanted to laugh, but the situation was too funny not to.
Ana felt even more embarrassed by his laughter. At that moment, she just wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole to escape the awkward situation.
As she was about to respond, a huge shadow appeared, covering her. She looked up and saw the cursed spirit arriving beside its master.
Letting out a heavy sigh, laden with exhaustion and a touch of relief, she knew she had lost. Ana truly didn't understand how a Grade 2 warlock could have so much magical energy. Even with the other side being suppressed to Grade 2, in a battle of attrition, she was the one who lost.
When Sadalmelik's trident was about to strike Ana, a shadow next to the tree rippled, and a person emerged from it, grabbed Ana, and submerged back into the shadows.
The whole process lasted only an instant, and it was only then that Asterion reacted.
His face turned extremely dark at that moment as he looked at the shadows and clenched his teeth.
He had let his guard down because he never took this fight seriously from the beginning. He never truly cared about Ana from start to finish; he was going to win, of that he had no doubt, which is why he didn't stay alert to his surroundings.
This allowed pests to hide in the shadows and successfully rescue Ana Rodrigues!
Looking at Sadalmelik, Asterion ordered coldly, "Flood this entire damn forest."
The cursed spirit obeyed its creator's orders and struck the ground with her trident, creating a wave with her at the center, spreading in all directions.
He wanted to see if the insect hiding in the shadows could travel as fast when there were no shadows in this forest.
The wave of water swept everything in its path, whether trees or stones, resembling an avalanche of destruction, obliterating everything in its way.
"Humph!" Seeing no sign of the insect reappearing, Asterion snorted coldly, wasted no more time, and returned to his team.
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