Chapter 777: Olivia reaches Arch Mage
Julian’s smile widened. He gave her breasts one final, slow squeeze before slowly releasing them. His hands then slid down her sides and he adjusted her gown back into place with surprising gentleness.
"As you wish, Mother," he murmured. "I look forward to it."
Olivia stood there for a few seconds longer, trying to steady her breathing and compose herself. Her legs felt weak, her core still throbbed with unfulfilled need, and her breasts ached from his touch.
She then turned around slowly to face him, her eyes meeting his.
"Let us finish the transfer. I need to break through before we go to the hall."
Julian nodded and stepped closer once more. He placed his hands back on her shoulders, and the mana exchange resumed with full intensity. Olivia closed her eyes again, leaning slightly against him as the powerful flow continued pushing her toward the Arch Mage realm.
The session continued for several more minutes. Julian kept his word and did not push her further physically, but his presence kept her conscious of what was about to come.
Finally, with one last powerful surge, the wall inside her shattered completely.
"Ahhhh—!!"
A loud, guttural shout escaped Olivia as her body convulsed violently. The sound was raw and primal, torn from the depths of her throat as the barrier that had held her back for decades finally gave way.
Her eyes rolled back completely. Her hands fisted tightly at her sides, her knuckles turning bone-white as every muscle in her body locked up. She remained frozen like a statue, suspended in that moment of transcendence for what felt like an eternity.
Meanwhile, Julian watched silently, his hands still resting on her waist to support her. He could feel every tremor, every pulse of energy surging through her body.
For nearly ten full minutes, Olivia remained in that frozen state. Her body did not move, but inside, a storm raged. Her core expanded rapidly, growing larger and more stable, capable of holding vast amounts of mana without strain. Her meridians widened and strengthened, becoming resilient channels that could withstand the flow of Arch Mage level energy.
Every cell in her body seemed to sing with new life.
Then, slowly, a whitish cocoon-like structure began to form around her.
It started as a faint glow that wrapped around her figure from head to toe. The cocoon grew thicker, shimmering with ethereal light before completely enveloping her. It pulsed like a living thing, feeding her with pure, concentrated energy. Olivia’s body trembled more and more inside it, as if something fundamental was happening to her.
Julian stepped back slightly, giving her space as he observed the phenomenon with intense focus. He had never seen a breakthrough quite like this. The cocoon was not just a protective shell — it was actively reshaping her, pushing her body and soul to a higher existence.
After several more minutes, the cocoon began to crack.
Thin lines of golden light spread across its surface. Then, with a soft, resonant sound, it tore open.
Olivia stepped out.
Julian could notice the changes almost immediately.
Her skin was smoother, like flawless porcelain, glowing with an inner luminescence that made her look almost otherworldly. The faint lines and imperfections that had come with age had vanished completely.
Her face had de-aged dramatically — she now looked like a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, with youthful vitality radiating from every feature. Her eyes, when they finally opened, were brighter and carried a depth of power that had not been there before.
Most importantly, the aura surrounding her was completely ethereal. It flowed around her like a gentle mist, making the air itself seem to bow in her presence. She looked every part a goddess walking the mortal realm. Her body, already mature and full, seemed even more refined.
Olivia stood there for a long moment, breathing deeply as she adjusted to her new reality. She looked down at her hands and flexed it as if testing the strength flowing through them.
A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.
"I... I did it," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "I am... an Arch Mage."
She turned to face Julian and her eyes now were wide with gratitude and disbelief. The red gown still clung to her body, but she no longer seemed to care about her appearance. The power surging through her veins made everything else feel secondary.
"Kraven..." she said, stepping closer to him.
Her hand reached out and gently touched his cheek.
"Thank you. Without you... I would have never reached this realm. Not in this lifetime."
Julian simply looked at her, taking in her transformed beauty.
"You deserved it, Mother," he replied softly, his hand covering hers on his cheek. "Your mana was the key. I only helped guide it."
Olivia’s eyes softened for a moment. But then reality seemed to settle back in. She glanced toward the door, remembering the envoy waiting in the grand hall.
"We should go," she said, pulling her hand back reluctantly. "They will be waiting for us. We cannot be late."
She quickly adjusted her gown and fixed her hair as best as she could. Even with her new power, the flush on her cheeks and the slight unsteadiness in her legs remained — reminders of everything that had happened in this room.
Julian watched her for a moment longer, a faint smile playing on his lips. The session had been successful in more ways than one. Olivia was now stronger, and the bond between them had deepened significantly. The promise she had made still hung between them, waiting to be fulfilled later tonight.
As they stepped out of the room together, walking side by side toward the grand hall, the castle continued its preparations. The envoy’s arrival had set everything in motion, but in this quiet corridor, mother and son shared a secret that no one else in the duchy could even begin to imagine.
The game was far from over.
