Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

8 – …Is it pretty?

First day of orientation.

It is a time full of excitement among students, but it is a time when numerous tasks are poured out among professors.

So, Violet was as sensitive as usual.

The dark circles under the slender eyes seemed to prove the amount of work.

The sensitivity that had been suppressed was about to explode, and the culprit was right in front of her eyes.

“What is your name?”

“This is Plan.”

Flan.

A freshman with impressive black hair and red eyes.

‘It’s definitely this guy.’

Violet noticed that her projection magic had been interfered with during her orientation.

And, as a magician, all of his senses were telling him that the male student in front of him was the culprit.

“Did you interrupt the orientation?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t you know?”

“…… Alas, yes. I don’t know what you mean.”

However, the culprit’s attitude is puzzling.

He dismissed Violet’s question with a strange attitude that made me wonder if he was doing this on purpose.

‘Do you even lie?’

However, Violet is not going to pass right away.

Her feelings were so few that she could count on her hands the number of times she was wrong.

So, it is natural for her to trust her feelings rather than her students’ words.

“You don’t know how serious this is. Even interfering in the orientation isn’t enough, so you even pretend?”

“It’s because I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The boy’s expression of not knowing anything cuts off Violet’s little patience.

The reason I managed to hold back from even shouting was when I suddenly heard another professor’s voice.

“Professor Violet!”

When I turned my head, Professor Audrey was walking towards me from across the hallway calling out to me.

Blonde hair tied up in a ponytail on top of a neat suit.

He was a professor with an appearance that contrasted in many ways with Violet, who wore a wide robe and even a cone-shaped hat.

Come to think of it, we were supposed to have lunch together today, but I can’t remember the promise.

Audrey came closer and looked at Violet and Flan alternately. He stood alone in the hallway, seemingly unsure of what he was doing.

“Professor Violet. Soon we will have lunch too.”

“Ah… I have something to talk about with the students for a while.”

“Oh, I see.”

As if understanding, Audrey crossed his arms and leaned on the side of the hallway. It meant waiting until the end of the story.

Then, he suddenly rolled his eyes and looked at the student’s face, and said a word.

“The student doesn’t seem to understand something.”

Violet shook her head.

“No, it’s not that simple. This is a challenge to my authority.”

“…… A challenge to authority?”

Audrey asked further, tilting his head on one side.

Violet is sensitive. Well, I’m used to it, but it’s not common to show such a nervous side, so curiosity naturally rises.

“What the hell did you do?”

“… ….”

Violet bit her lower lip, but didn’t open her mouth.

He doesn’t even look at Audrey, the person in question. He was still glaring at the student.

“Students speak directly. What have you done?”

Those were Violet’s words.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

At this point, Audrey was more curious about what happened to Violet than about today’s lunch menu.

“Violet. What the hell is going on?”

“Professor Audrey.”

“Yes.”

“What happened to all the students who tried to interfere with the professor’s magic?”

“A student interferes with the professor’s magic… I got a heavy punishment. No, wait.”

Audrey pondered over Violet’s words and widened her eyes.

“He said that?”

“Yes.”

Why are you looking at me like that? Violet was offended.

However, Audrey shook her head.

“That makes no sense.”

“Professor Audrey. Do you know that student?”

“Yes. I know. This way for a while…”

Audrey takes Violet to the corner of the hallway after flan is parked in the hallway.

“Are you talking about that flan student?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know exactly what happened…… He interferes with other people’s magic and I can’t afford to do that.”

You don’t have the skills to do that?

It can’t be. He interfered with Violet’s magic and cut off the projection for a while.

“Professor Audrey seems to know that student closely.”

“Yes. Sure. On the day of the freshman student council, he came to ask me something he didn’t know.”

“Question?”

Audrey nodded at Violet, who narrowed her eyes.

“Yes. How can it be so wonderful to ask questions from the freshman welcome day? I thought so.”

“Yes, yes.”

“The textbook I brought back then was basic magic theory. I didn’t even understand that and fell asleep, so it doesn’t make sense to interfere with Professor Violet’s magic.”

Violet’s eyes widen as she hears the story.

‘Can you do that?’

If what Audrey is saying is true, then surely it is nonsense that he interferes with Violet’s magic.

“Besides, look at this.”

Maybe it was because Violet’s expression was disappointing.

Audrey shows something as she flutters the stack of papers slung around his side.

Audrey finds Plan’s name and grade in the materials containing the students’ information and shows it to Violet.

[ F ]

“…… !”

Plan’s grade was F, the lowest.

‘Did I get it wrong?’

With the situation at this point, Violet couldn’t help but wonder if her feelings were wrong.

‘Interference’ proceeds under the premise that the target was understood for granted.

Isn’t that obvious? It is impossible to interfere with what is not understood.

A series of projection magic, the amount of mana output by Violet.

It is close to impossible for an F-grade freshman to understand and interfere with everything. No, it’s impossible.

Audrey tapped Violet’s side with her elbow.

“And if you’re really curious, you can watch it again in the test tomorrow. Isn’t that what Professor Violet is in charge of anyway?”

“Um… yes.”

Violet nodded. Audrey wasn’t wrong.

What she felt was pure mana. A sensation she never thought she would have to block beforehand because she was soft like water.

If you think about it now, each and every one of those sensations was not something that a freshman could feel.

… Something sticks in my mind, but there is no physical evidence yet.

Eventually, Violet walked over to Flan, scratching her head in her shyness.

“Go ahead. I’ll keep an eye on you though.”

With that little word, she handed him one of her candies.

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m sorry for holding you back, or if I’m targeting you.

Plann bows his head, stuffs candy into his pocket, and leaves the hallway.

‘… You really look like a witch.’

In a conical hat. To candy. To dark circles.

Plan’s impression was just that.

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‘I must be careful.’

It is safe to say that the level difference between students and professors is the difference between heaven and earth.

It is not good to be photographed by superiors. Especially if you are a student between a student and a professor.

‘Ariel.’

‘I’m sorry, Professor Kaplan. It was because I didn’t know.’

‘I haven’t said anything yet.’

‘I’m so sorry, Professor. It was because I didn’t know.’

Memories of the past suddenly come to mind.

It seems like it was only yesterday that I was working with assistants, but when I woke up, I was a student.

Still, because I was in the academy, I was able to improvise in the same situation as before.

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I roughly copied the image of the disciple I remembered, but I thought it would work. The whole time I followed it, it was uncomfortable, as if I was forced to wear clothes that didn’t fit my body.

What are the students supposed to be doing right now?

“First of all, testing.”

Anyway, the most important thing right now is the grade test tomorrow.

For now, that was the top priority and the most important thing to pay attention to.

What type of magic is tested and how is it tested?

Actually, those things are sub-optimal. Magic theories are already in my head.

Just what I need right now.

‘How to implement that theory.’

The magic power and body currently possessed are quite insufficient to realize those theories. No, it’s completely lacking.

Just as a dreamer is only a dreamer, a wizard with only theories is only half.

Where will you train your body to grow in the future?

Is scrolling allowed? If allowed, where can I get it… Etc. There is a lot to think about.

As I was thinking about those things, I saw a familiar back of my head in the trunk of a tree in the corner.

That red back of the head was, no matter how you look at it, Becky.

Bread that looks hard in one hand. Milk in the other hand.

Regardless of what to eat, eating alone like a mouse in the rain is so shabby.

“It just went well.”

I took a step back.

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ㅡHe is a complete beggar.

This is the sound I heard as soon as I left the classroom.

With just that, Becky knew who was talking to Plan.

Arya Fontaine.

Her history of hating Becky is quite long. Since she was very young, she rejected Becky because she was a commoner.

After graduating from the Basic Magic Institute, she thought she would never see her again, but in the end, she met again at the Merchen Academy.

I don’t like it. Angry I’m angry. Annoying.

…… But what can I do

Take a bite of hard bread.

There was nothing I could do except go to the academy in silence.

If bitten, Becky’s damage is always greater.

ㅡI only talk to boys. The intention is too obvious.

That word is unfair.

Because you bullied me, I had no choice but to hang out with boys.

ㅡYou wore a lot of perfume at the freshmen welcome party, right? Trying to show poor tea.

… Yes that’s right

However, I only put perfume on it in case it smelled like a nuisance to others.

It was just such a simple intention.

‘Is the scent strange?’

Suddenly, I put the sleeve part to my nose and smelled the fragrance.

Actually, I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. It was the cheapest thing she could get for the money she had on hand.

ㅡEveryone hates him. I don’t know the subject.

But she really wanted to deny that very strongly.

I know my subject very well.

Because he understands the subject so well, isn’t he alone like this even during lunch break?

“Kek kek…”

The bread that was usually hard is harder today. Her throat choked and she patted her chest.

Drinking the milk from her other hand, Becky recounts the story she heard next.

ㅡI am not a noble either.

That’s exactly what Plan said.

Looking back at those words, I blinked again without realizing it. What was it?

Aren’t you a noble?

I saw the mansion where Flan lives, and she saw her maid, who called Flan Muppet. Aren’t you noble?

After Plan said that.

Hearing the sound of Aria and other girls leaving the classroom, Becky ran away as well.

So, why did he say that?

Taking another bite of bread, Becky ponders the possibilities.

Then, like sparks, one thing comes to mind.

“For me?”

What if you said that just to be on your side?

“…… That’s not much.”

She shook her head as she was dumbfounded even thinking about it. Rummage again

After thinking about this and that, the pattern of his family suddenly came to mind.

‘A burning sword.’

No matter how you think about it, it is thought to be the pattern of a knight’s family.

Well, if a boy from a knight’s family attends the Faculty of Magic, he might want to hide it.

Yes, that’s it.

‘But maybe…’

Maybe there was a reason why you wanted to side with yourself a little, a little bit.

Taking another sip of milk, Becky took out a hand mirror from his chest feeling mixed feelings.

A girl with red hair is reflected in the burnt mirror.

Red hair and pink eyes.

The more similar the color of hair and eyes is, the more it is considered a symbol of commoners, so no matter how you look at it, he was a commoner.

‘…… Is it still pretty?’

The moment I thought so.

“Is it okay for a moment?”

Flan showed up so suddenly.

Foot!

Startled, Becky squirted milk into the air.