Overpowered Archmage Doesn't Hide His Talent-Chapter 84: You! Oh, it’s you!

Chapter 84 You! Oh, its you!

You want to give all the gifts that the magic department received to the knight department?

The secretary gasped.

Flan, Flan! If you do that, youll lose any chance of cooperation with them!

The chief of general affairs turned pale.

But I didnt change my mind.

I hated the idea of those who would claim to be the reason for the magic departments rise to the top.

I would prove the maximum with the minimum.

My creed didnt change even when my body and world did.

The record sheet that was hanging in the air fell to the floor with no force.

The editor-in-chief of Merhen Daily, Sephia, looked like she had lost her soul.

Sephia barely opened her mouth.

Then, then, then can I at least interview the three representatives? I already made an appointment.

No way.

Okay. Ill cancel it. Instead! Lets just accept the gifts quietly.

What are you so afraid of?

Sephia wilted in real time as I spat out each word.

She squeezed out her voice.

Reputation Flan, dont you think you should manage your reputation better from now on?

Sephia continued in a serious tone.

Even if its annoying and difficult, think of it as an investment for the future and try to make your reputation more attractive. You need to have at least this much.

Whats so good about it?

What if, later on, you have to teach other students or do something at the department level? Wont they all follow you with enthusiasm?

I nodded quietly.

I understood Sephias intention.

Lets make a way to survive even if the tournament results are bad. Thats how it sounds to me.

Uh well you know haha

I dont need it.

Really?

I didnt have much to say to Sephia.

Were magicians. Not con artists.

Thats true

Sephia sighed deeply. It was obvious, but there was no other option that she could accept.

The secretary pushed up his glasses and parted his lips.

Then theres nothing we can do. Actually, the Dean also told us to follow whatever Flan wants.

She said that?

Yes. I guess you didnt know. Theres even a rumor that the Dean only likes Flan.

I recalled Conettes penetrating gaze and relaxed laughter.

I sometimes doubted her infinite trust in me.

Well, a magician knows a magician. I decided to think that way for now.

But then.

Yes. Ill favor you openly for a while.

!

Conettes voice suddenly rang out.

The Dean was already sitting in the seat of honor.

Literally already.

She used teleportation to reveal himself.

Everyone except me jumped up from their seats and bowed their heads.

The Dean gestured for them to sit down.

You passed the preliminaries as the first place, so that shouldnt be a problem. Right?

Conette smiled as usual.

Well just watch. As for the tournament, I dont think theres a better magician than Flan anyway.

The Dean quickly summarized the situation.

The secretary, the chief of general affairs, the editor-in-chief of Merhen Daily They all reported to Conette.

Conette listened to their words with a serious expression.

Meanwhile, Conette only looked at me. His strange gaze seemed to pierce me.

After a while, Conette nodded.

I got it. You can all leave. The rest, Ill talk with Flan.

She said with a strange expression.

Just the two of us, intimately.

I faced Conette alone again.

I roughly guessed what she might ask me in my head.

The interference with the stadium structure, the circuit of the phantom water I thought those would be the questions.

Are you a freshman, Flan?

Conettes first words were somewhat irrelevant.

I nodded quietly.

Whats your hobby?

Magic, I guess.

Ever since then, Conette never asked me anything about the competition.

He just asked me personal things one by one in a comfortable voice.

Are you not interested in clothes?

Not really.

I see, then here.

He threw me a black business card.

It said The Witchs Forest in golden letters.

You can visit anytime and choose whatever you want. Clothes, accessories, anything.

The Witchs Forest.

It seemed to be the name of a clothing store.

I put it in my pocket for now.

You passed the preliminaries as the first place.

He finally got to the point.

Both of us became serious.

Yes.

I already promised to give you a wand And I thought about what else I could do for you, Flan.

Conette said something new.

Im thinking of dividing the academys classes more. Im researching a way to teach magic without being bound by age or grade, and I need some capable leaders.

As I listened quietly, the Dean spoke up.

Just do the same in the finals. Then Ill make a class for you under your own name, Flan.

A class.

It was an unexpected proposal.

I looked at Conettes eyes with suspicion.

Its very risky to entrust students to someone.

For example, in the previous world, there was a big incident where a person with a dangerous ideology turned elite students into criminals.

I asked quietly.

A class?

Yes. A class led by Flan.

Conette quietly raised her index finger and tapped his eyelid twice.

Ive never been wrong about my judgment.

I thought for a moment.

Before that, I have some requests.

I decided to get what I wanted first.

I quite like it.

Flan muttered quietly as he left the Deans office.

First, he wanted a luxury accommodation for four people for three days.

Second, he wanted meals to be delivered on time.

Those were the two things he asked Conette, and she agreed to them without hesitation. With that, he had the conditions to prepare for the finals properly.

Oh, Flan.

Then Violet pretended to know Flan.

She had been waiting outside the Deans office all along.

The reason was obvious: to meet Flan.

Violet coughed and said.

We meet here. By chance.

Anything you need?

Oh, nothing, really.

Violet handed him a key first. Flans eyebrows narrowed slightly.

Its the lab key. Use it while preparing for the finals Well, use the facilities as you like.

Flan stared quietly at the key and asked.

What is this?

Oh, I have some connections, even though Im a professor.

Violet feigned modesty.

In fact, Violet had asked Sephia for a favor.

She had begged her, saying it was her only sisters request, and as a result, she had secured an extra space in the editing department.

The reason she did that was simple.

Flan was Violets disciple, and she wanted to do something for him out of pure support.

You can use it right away. Ive cleaned it up nicely.

I dont need it.

Violet froze like a statue.

What?

Ive secured the tower facility. Im thinking of having the representatives stay there for three days.

Ah the tower the tower facility novelbuddy.co(m)

Violet hastily grabbed the key. Her sharp witch hat had slightly drooped.

The tower facility is nice yes.

Flan soon thought of something.

Come to think of it, he had something to say to Violet when he met her.

How is your rune research going?

Rune rune research?

Violets eyes widened slightly.

Im making some progress. I mean, I spend all my spare time on it.

I see.

Flan just nodded and ended the conversation, making Violets witch hat droop a little more.

But then.

When the finals are over, how about we do some research together?

!

Violets shoulders jerked.

With me? Oh, you mean. Rune research?

Not as an assistant, but for now.

Oh, well, sure.

Violets lips twitched.

But then it happened.

Sephia ran towards Flan in a hurry. Her orange hair was completely tangled.

Flan Huff, spit!

She even had some in her mouth, so Sephia spat it out urgently.

And she looked at Flan with a surprised face.

Are you busy? No, even if you are, you have to check this out.

Flan looked at Sephia calmly.

The magic department representatives. Two girls. The knight department has published a scandal article about them!

I unconsciously furrowed my brows.

I had enough to do with magic all day, and they were worried about romance.

I wonder who they are.

That was the first thing I wanted to know.

If they werent more amazing than magic, if they werent as attractive as magic I would feel too sorry for the two girls.

Who, who?

Sephia pointed her index finger.

Who else? Flan, of course!

And she pointed at me.

You! Yes, you!

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