Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 164:

Translator: MarcTempest

Proofreader: naturallyInconsistent

Chapter 164 Please, please, I beg you! “…”

Perien still showed no reaction.

She just met Flan’s gaze with an unreadable expression.

“Being exposed to something for a long time and understanding it are different. The more familiar you become, the more you should strive for objectivity.”

Flan adjusted his impeccable attire once more and prepared to leave the classroom.

“Reproduce the manifestation you just saw in the next lecture. It’s your assignment.”

“Reproduce?”“Reproduce, he says?”

Flan left the classroom as if he didn’t care.

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The dean’s office of the magic department.

The door opened with a loud noise.

Then, as if a dam had burst, papers spilled out like water into the hallway. No, it was more accurate to say they flowed out.

“Whew…”

And a woman sighed and revealed herself.

Her hair had different colors on the outside and inside, and her strange eyes had black and white reversed.This woman with a peculiar charm was none other than the dean of the magic department, Conette.

“That’s right. All parents have the same mindset…”

They would be worried about the situation where various races gathered, and they would hope that their children would walk the path of success like Flan.

Any parent would want their child to do well.

The result was this.

Currently, an enormous amount of inquiries were flooding the magic department, and Conette was representing this place and answering all the questions sincerely.

With a bang, a hand reached out from the paper mountain in the hallway.

“My glasses, my glasses…”

The woman who barely crawled up fumbled for her glasses.

She was Conette’s secretary.

She also sighed as soon as she found her glasses.

“Dean, it’s a happy but also a hard thing.”

“Yes. But let’s focus on the happy part.”

It was true that it was a busy and difficult situation, but looking back on the history of the magic department, this place had never had this much vitality.

So she had to devote herself to her work. To see this much interest leads to achievement and happiness.

“Dean, you should go to the classroom soon.”

“Is it okay?”

Conette rolled her eyes and looked at the paper mountain.

The secretary nodded her head with a weak face.

“Yes. This is my job.”

“I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Conette finally took a step. Her destination was the classroom where Flan’s orientation was taking place.

And when she was almost there.

“How did you do this here? No, we have the same three manifestations right now. They all have to be different.”

“If that was possible, we would have done it already.”

Conette’s ears were filled with noisy sounds.

‘The orientation should have been over by now?’

Conette’s reason for visiting this place was not a mid-term check.

She had just come to restore the five classrooms that had been combined, but the voices that came out did not stop.

She thought they were gathered at the door to chat, but the hallway was empty. Then there was only one possibility.

They were all still in the classroom.

‘Extension?’

She felt grateful to Flan when she thought of the extension.

He was willing to spare his time for the academy even at this point when the entrance exam was not far away.

She arrived at the entrance of the classroom and looked inside.

The main character, Flan, was nowhere to be seen, and only the students were racking their brains.

“Do you understand this?”

“No. We really don’t know.”

Even the beastmen were talking to the humans without any hesitation.

They were just busy running around as if their feet were on fire, and they didn’t seem to care about the differences between the races.

In the midst of that, one student noticed Conette and shouted.

“Dean, it’s the dean!”

“The dean?”

“Hey, let’s ask the dean!”

The students had never treated her so casually.

They always had fearful faces because of her strange eyes.

Before Conette could react, the students surrounded her.

They asked questions in unison.

“Dean, please look at this.”

“The elements have to harmonize, but…”

Several papers hung in the air, and the students started to ask questions without any explanation.

Even Conette, the dean of the magic department, blinked her eyes for a moment.

“Everyone, calm down first.”

“Please. We look like we’re going to fail from the start…”

“Is it possible for the wind to harmonize with the wind?”

Calming them down had no effect.

“Here, this part!”

“What do you think, dean?”

“Is this the right way to do it?”

Conette tapped her forehead with her palm.

“Oh boy.”

It was the first time she had encountered this situation in her life, and she didn’t know for a moment whether it was good or bad.

But soon she burst into a snicker.

*

It seemed like it was on the good side.

“That’s why I like Flan.”

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After the orientation, I quickly headed to the dormitory. 

From now on, I had to prepare for the ritual after arranging my schedule.

“Was it too easy?”

I wondered if I had given them too easy a task because of the orientation. 

I would have to balance it with something more challenging next time.

On my way, I ran into Violet. 

She waved at me with one hand, which was rare for her.

“You did well, Flan. It’s not easy to get that much attention from the orientation.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It is something. No one left their seats, no one complained, and that’s amazing.”

Violet smiled faintly.

“And there was no student who interfered with your magic, right?”

It took me a moment to understand.

I had unknowingly destroyed her welcome magic during her orientation. I barely remembered.

“That’s a good thing.”

“Oh, so you’re not denying it now.”

Violet grinned. Her expression had no trace of displeasure.

But soon, her face turned serious.

“Flan, the ritual is coming soon.”

“Yes.”

The palace kept extending the deadline due to the change of standards, but the ritual would probably take place within a week.

“I was surprised to hear that the Imaginary Knights are participating.”

“They’re just knights who swing swords.”

“It’s different. Can you easily believe that there are knights who can cut anything with their imagination?”

It was an interesting story. To make imagination into reality.

Violet continued.

“The Imaginary Knights are all like that. They transcend imagination and do incredible things. So be careful.”

She emphasized again when I didn’t answer.

“I’ll say it one more time. Be careful. If something happens, the students will be sad, and our ancient rune research will also…”

Violet paused.

“…have trouble. You understand, right?”

“Of course.”

I was not afraid, but rather curious.

After exchanging some usual greetings, Violet left.

But this time, my steps to the dormitory were interrupted by someone else.

“You.”

It was one word.

The owner of the voice was Trixie. 

She was fiddling with Trivia and staring at me.

“What is it?”

“Just wondering if you have time.”

There was a brief silence, and she added.

“It’s nothing else. I have to prepare for the ritual and I have some things to check. That’s all.”

But before I could answer, a white fluffy thing ran towards me. It was Yushia, with a clean cotton scent.

“Ah, Flan sir!”

She greeted me with her eyes shining like the sun. She ran up to me, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and looked up at me.

“Did the orientation end well?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t join. I envy Becky…”

Trixie and Yushia didn’t participate in the orientation. 

The reason was obvious. 

They were busy preparing for the ritual.

Trixie narrowed her eyes.

“Why are you interrupting?”

Yushia looked surprised. She didn’t realize she had cut off Trixie’s words.

“Oh, Trixie. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.”

“Please continue what you were saying.”

“I have nothing to say.”

I made a joke because her lie was obvious.

“Didn’t you ask about my schedule?”

“…!”

Trixie flinched. She blushed, even her face. She glared at me.

“When did I?”

She turned her head and brushed her hair behind her ears a few times. Trixie fanned her face with her hand, and Yushia watched her closely.

“Trixie. Anyway, are you done talking?”

“Fine.”

“Then, can I say something?”

“Do whatever you want with that.”​Yushia ignored Trixie, who was inexplicably stinging. Yushia approached me with a swaying motion like a ball of fluff.

“Sir Flan~ Have you had your meal? I want to join you!”​“Don’t.”

“Really? Can I sit next to you?”​Yushia waited for my answer with sparkling eyes. Her smile was full, and her hips swayed from side to side. She looked like an excited girl to anyone who saw her.

“Hey!”​Someone stopped me with an urgent voice.​“Wait a minute!”​It was the nameless elf I saw in the classroom.​