Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 129:

Chapter 129:

Translator: MarcTempest

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Chapter 129 Bring It On.

It was a peaceful dawn, just like any other day.

I sat at the desk in the dormitory and looked over the plan. 

There were many things to check and do to build the tower.

But many and difficult were two different words. 

In other words, no matter how much work there was, it wouldnt be hard to realize the plan.

Hmm.

Imagination was the specialty of a mage, so I started to picture the future in my head as I examined the plan.

Anyone who had a passion for magic would be able to enjoy the whole of it freely.

While I was thinking about that.

Ugh

Shivering like a cat, Yushia stretched her body as hard as she could. 

She had been sitting on the floor, looking at the documents.

No, rather, it would be more accurate to say that she was buried under a pile of documents. 

She was practically floating on a sea of paper.

Sir Flan~ This is never-ending

Yushia whined.

There is an end.

Yes I know that

Yushia sighed deeply and lifted the documents one by one into the air. 

If it was a summary of a thesis, I would have asked Becky to do it, but what she was in charge of was a bit different.

I instructed Yushia to write a list of investors. From their names to the amounts, she had to record everything in detail. Because of that condition, this task had been going on for two days without an end.

Of course, I could have asked Maiev to do it, but

I looked at the wall.

Failure 

[*I will never attempt assassination again.] 

[*Please, no.]

She would be staying in the frame for a while.

I started to apply magic over the record.

This one sheet of record would play a very important role in the construction of the tower. 

I calmly pulled up mana and asked Yushia.

How much longer do you think it will take?

I cant guarantee it will be done by tomorrow There are more people who want to invest in the tower than I imagined, and they are still increasing.

As if to show me, Yushia raised both hands with a splash. Then the papers scattered around like waves.

Soon, Yushia smiled faintly.

But Im happy. It means that there are so many people who like Sir Flan after the group interview.

I dont know if they like me or not. But they seem to have the will to invest.

Ah, speaking of the group interview, I just remembered something.

Yushia asked me in a cautious voice.

Sir Flan, did you take a look at the materials I gave you before?

Yes.

I nodded calmly.

The origin of the innate ability Ignition, Scarlet not inheriting Judiths bloodline. 

There was unexpected information, but there was nothing I had to worry about.

In other words, there was nothing that would restrict me.

I was also surprised by the group interview.

Yushia continued with a gentle smile.

Actually, I thought Sir Flan would reveal his family in the group interview. But you only talked about the tower.

I am a mage.

I answered without a gap.

Magic is more important than family.

Mage Sir Flan is a mage

She chewed on my words for a while, then burst into a snicker and nodded several times.

Yes. Sir Flan is always Sir Flan.

Yushias words were not over yet.

But Sir Flan, I have one more thing Im curious about.

Tell me.

I nodded.

Considering that she was helping me with the list day and night, I thought I would give her a simple answer to a light question.

Do you remember the question about who you liked the most among the representatives?

Is that the only thing youre curious about?

Ah, no.

Then youre not curious about one thing.

Yushia blinked twice.

Ah, right. I need to change the question. Please wait a moment.

Her eyes went to the ceiling.

Let me see

She put her index finger on her chin and pondered for a while.

Who do you like, Sir Flan?

There was a brief silence.

The next moment, our eyes met in midair.

Yushias face quickly turned red. Her golden eyes couldnt look into mine and rolled sideways. Then, she quickly shook her head.

Its nothing, nothing at all. Lets get back to the point. Im glad that more people are investing.

Glad?

I bit my tongue.

Its still far from enough. This wont do.

Oh, thats true. To build a magic tower, we need an astronomical amount of money.

Yushia answered with a gloomy face. Her bangs seemed to droop like a fringe.

Sir Flan, is there anything I can do to help?

Just make sure the list of investors is accurate and error-free.

Hmm I wish I had more wealth at times like this.

Yushia shrugged her shoulders.

If I had my way, I would build a lot of fluorescent magic towers that glow in the dark.

Stop it.

But as soon as I answered, I had to retract my words.

There was a thought that popped up in my mind as if to show off.

No.

Glow.

Glowing.

There might be something worth trying.

Even as dawn deepened, I was only focused on applying magic to the picture.

It was a device that allowed the one who deciphered the formula to appreciate the three-dimensional picture I made. 

It was practically an art that I unfolded on the paper.

And I added the element of glow to the three-dimensional picture.

Its quite difficult.

The difficulty increased exponentially as I mixed the intricate and delicate formulas. 

It was good enough to be posted on the Agora board.

But it has to be difficult.

It wasnt a petty mind that wanted to feel superior with the extreme difficulty. 

It was just that there was a valid reason why this paper had to be hard to decipher.

Yushia.

I called Yushia.

She was groaning under the pile of documents, but she was standing in front of me in the blink of an eye.

Sir Flan, did you call me!

She waited for my next words with her golden eyes sparkling. 

Behind her body, it seemed like an invisible puppy tail was wagging.

There are some books I need to borrow.

Are they magic books?

All the books on paper theory, and also all the books on coloring.

How much magic can this worlds paper hold, and how does it accept colors?

Its a waste of time to test them one by one.

It would be better to use books for this part.

Yes. Leave it to me.

Yushia returned in a flash. 

She had piled up the books so high that they covered her face, and then she reappeared, hugging the magic books with both arms as hard as she could.

Here they are!

Hmm.

I spread them all out in the air and searched for what I needed, focusing on my work.

And finally.

Done.

I could see the fruit of my desired art.

A true masterpiece is a luxury that only a few people who appreciate its value can enjoy. I intended to make it so with what I recorded on this paper.

There might not be many who could decipher it, but there would be none who would not exclaim after deciphering it. 

In other words, there would be no disappointment if one tried hard.

Yushia. Was this the best paper among the records?

Of course. Its the best.

Ill need about ten more sheets.

As soon as I finished speaking, Yushia ran out of the room.

Snap!

I flicked my finger. 

The first transformation.

Then a three-dimensional picture appeared in the air.

It was a magic that was implemented more clearly than anything else, like a large flower blooming on a spring day.

What was drawn was the past scene of the magic department. I shaped it by referring to the books.

Snap!

I flicked my finger again. 

The second transformation.

Then, the mana spread like watercolor and revealed the current appearance of the magic department.

I didnt paint everything in blue. 

I referred to the composition and color theory of the record sheet and colored each one to match the reality.

And the important thing is.

Its not over yet.

If I flick my finger again, this three-dimensional picture will change into a different dimension.

The third transformation.

A concept that is still unfamiliar in this world.

Just as I was about to flick my finger again.

Sir Flan! Im here!

Yushia appeared with a roll of record sheet. I erased the picture in an instant.

Yushia.

I added this artwork to ten record sheets and handed five of them to Yushia.

What is this?

When its noon, deliver this to the deans office.

Deliver. Yes! Anything else to add?

She doesnt ask why she has to deliver it. I liked her attitude.

Just deliver it.

That was the end of the instructions.

I wrote Let as many people see it as possible. on the first roll, so Dean Conette would take care of the rest.

I suddenly glanced at the golden invitation on the side of the desk. 

Come to think of it, there was only one day left.

It was an invitation, but it was actually coercive.

The second princess, Aurora, put her name on it and demanded a visit to the palace.

But.

My eyes were

This should be enough.

They were still on the roll.

The next day, the day Flan would visit the palace.

The second princess, Aurora, who sat on the throne of the inner chamber, closed her eyes and felt the atmosphere of the palace. 

The royal family was unusually noisy today and it bothered her.

Are they all still sleepy?

But if they were sleepy, they should be quiet.

Auroras gaze turned to the knight Ban.

Ban.

Yes, princess.

Ban bowed his head politely.

Why is the palace so noisy?

Its because of Flan.

Is it such a fuss just because hes visiting?

Tsk. 

Aurora clicked her tongue. But soon, Ban brought up an unexpected story.

Its not because of his visit. The academic world is in an uproar because of the record sheet that was revealed this morning.

Record sheet? The academic world is in an uproar?

Yes.

Aurora blinked.

When her pupils finally became half-moons like the crescent moon, she asked the court magician who stood by her side.

Did you see that record?

Yes, Your Highness. I did.

Are you saying that scrap of paper was truly amazing?

Yes, Your Highness.

The court magician nodded several times. His face was full of undeniable astonishment.

The formula goes through three stages of transformation, and each time it transforms, it enters an indescribable higher-dimensional realm.

He continued to explain.

In other words, it was just one sheet of record, but the content it contained was equivalent to hundreds of pages.

Are you really telling me the truth?

Yes. I havent even deciphered the last transformation yet. It will take another two days at least.

He answered with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Aurora was quite interested in the fact that he was sweating because of Flans magic, not his own.

I see.

She finally smiled and nodded.

Ill have to order him to demonstrate it himself when he arrives.

It was about time for Flan to arrive anyway.

But why? 

As soon as Aurora said that, the faces of the bureaucrats turned pale.

Aurora scanned their faces one by one and opened her lips again.

What a bunch of stupid expressions. And all together.

No one answered Auroras murmur. 

She frowned a little more.

Ban. What do you think of this situation?

Well, Your Highness.

Ban swallowed his saliva and continued.

Flan

Speak clearly. Im not in a good mood right now.

Flan said he would substitute his attendance today with the record. He told the bureaucrats that.

How impressive. Impressive indeed. Truly impressive.

Aurora let out a hollow laugh.

And then she turned cold the next moment.

Bring him here right now. I wonder if hell still say that when his eyes are gouged out and his body is pierced by swords.

If Your Highness is displeased, I will gladly accept death.

Then Aurora pondered for a while.

The foresight that sees the future does not work for Flan.

So she couldnt even tell if Flan would be executed or not. 

In other words, she had to check the record herself to make a decision.

After a long and hard deliberation.

She finally ordered.

Bring it to me.

Not bring him to me, but bring it to me.

The court magician who understood the meaning hurriedly brought the record containing Flans magic.

Boom

The drum in the inner chamber sounded.

It was supposed to mean that Flan had arrived.

But what actually arrived was only a record with magic.

Aurora unfurled the scroll.

Her noble confidence that she had since birth was clearly evident in that simple action.

Hmm.

She examined the formula on the record.

She was gifted in everything, from magic to swordsmanship. But she didnt always take action herself, because she was just bored.

So deciphering the formula was nothing to Aurora once she set her mind to it.

And Aurora had set her mind to it now.

As she looked at the formula on the record.

The moment she saw the dense black circuit and the condition.

This guy

Auroras pupils embraced the full moon.

I cant end this with execution.