Overpowered Archmage Doesn‘t Hide His Talent

Chapter 37: The Fairy Tale Rank Mage ‘Kaplan’

Chapter 37 – ? The Fairy Tale Rank Mage ‘Kaplan’ ?

“Miss Trixie… What brings you back to the mansion?”

The day after the quiz, Trixie returned to the mansion.

Five maids moved hastily. One took care of her clothes, one brought a warm towel, one prepared cosmetics…

All of this was to assist Trixie, who had just finished ballet at the mansion.

“Move quickly. Don’t cry and make a fuss again.”

“It’s weird if you don’t cry. Ah, just imagine…”

The maids chatted as they quickly visited the ballet room. As soon as the door opened, revealing Trixie inside.

All the maids held their breath.

Trixie von Frits.

A body sculpted with flawless curves and sharp eyes. Anyone would be awed by the atmosphere created by the combination of those two.

“…”

The maids silently observed Trixie.

They wiped off her sweaty body, changed her clothes, applied cosmetics to her skin…

All of this took less than a minute. It was thanks to the well-trained maids of the Frits family.

The moment the maids left the room.

“Stop.”

Trixie uttered one word.

The maids quickly turned around. They ran straight to Trixie and lined up.

Hm, Trixie crossed her arms and hesitated.

The maids were in agony. They shivered and exchanged glances.

Was there something wrong with the cosmetics? Was the temperature of the towel not good? Did they not check the outfit properly?

“Listen carefully.”

Then, without anyone being first, the maids knelt down. They would be scolded until someone cried today…

Hm.

Trixie grabbed her chin and pondered. At the same time, the maids’ bodies began to tremble.

Hmm.

The pondering lasted long. The youngest maid was already teary-eyed. In the meantime, Trixie finally opened her mouth.

“Who contacted Isung.”

Trixie’s gaze subtly moved to the corner of the ballet room.

“…Gersu.”

A silent pause. As if time had stopped, all the maids’ actions stopped.

“…?”

And the next moment, the maids’ heads tilted to the side.

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“Hoo.”

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, I sat at my desk and wiped my face with my palm.

I had just finished writing all the contents for the poster.

I’m not idle right now. I was a bit tired from preparing for the poster while perfectly fulfilling my schedule as a student.

[ A shout to all the professors of the Fairy Tale Academy’s Magic Department ]

The title of the poster.

At a glance, it looks like a title that only condemns the professors, but the content is actually aimed at all the mages.

If they are conscious mages, they will surely agree with the opinions written on the poster. I only wrote what was right.

But persuasion is something that exists to move the hearts of those who do not easily agree.

So I also prepared a device that could persuade the opposing ones.

“They won’t be able to resist.”

I ran my hand over the illusion formula I had just completed.

It was a problem that was supposed to go up on the Agora board.

But I lowered the difficulty so that anyone could solve it. Because anyone should be able to see it.

This problem will be printed on the poster along with my writing, giving it more power.

The formula solver will see the illusion I designed with their eyes.

The scenery they will see is not very complicated.

It’s a formula that contains the previous world’s scenery as vividly as I can remember. They will feel something when they see it.

Although it is an illusion now, it will someday become a reality in this world. I hope that many mages will be inspired by this scenery.

With this, I think I’ve done everything I had to do today. I closed my eyes and checked if I had forgotten anything.

Today, as always, I trained, read, and attended lectures.

…No, actually, I only attended the lectures. I didn’t bother to listen carefully because the content was boring.

The quiz results will be announced tomorrow. In other words, there is no need to worry about the evaluation yet.

I decided it was time to get some sleep.

As I walked towards the bed, Hera called me.

[ Master! Master! ]

“Why.”

I answered lying down.

[ Well, well. Isn’t it time for us to… make a contract? ]

“Not at all.”

I refused flatly. There was no benefit for me to hurry the contract.

The contract with the spirit artifact is permanent. Once it is made, the contract continues even if one of them dies.

If I use a cozy expression, it would be like becoming ‘companions’, but the relationship between the mage and the spirit artifact is not as equal as that expression.

In fact, this relationship varies depending on the mage and the artifact.

If a mediocre mage contracts with a spirit, they have to serve and borrow power for their whole life, and if they are equal, they will get along like friends.

But in my case, I have no intention of making Hera my friend or companion.

But if she’s a slave… I might consider it.

That’s the result. I’m going to leave her alone until she begs me to serve me.

Anything should be tamed in advance to avoid any trouble later.

[ Master! Please use me! I’ll work really hard! ]

From the way she spoke, it seemed like the taming was almost over.

I couldn’t sleep when I lay down.

I casually spread trivia in the air. First, I ordered Sepia.

[ ? The poster will be posted tomorrow morning. ] [ ? Make the Fairy Tale Daily run it as a headline. ]

Then I used telekinesis to flip through the pages. In the process, I came across a huge number of notifications.

[ ? Please look at the contact once ??? ] [ ? Please reply once! Aah… ] [ ? Reply reply reply ] [ ? Why don’t you reply ]

Wouldn’t it be easier for others to change their minds if the thoughts of the noble families changed first?

I don’t intend to force my opinion on anyone. However, if this guy feels something, he will surely follow me on his own.

[ ? Good. ] [ ? Today’s lesson is about mindset. ]

I started typing the letters.

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The next day.

Violet visited the Merhen Daily editorial department early in the morning. It was because she couldn’t resist Sephia’s insistence to visit.

Violet asked Sephia with a tired face.

“So, what’s the matter this morning?”

“I have something to show you. Sis, do you want to see this?”

Sephia calmly unfolded a huge paper.

[ A shout to the professors of the Merhen Academy Magic Department ]

Violet narrowed her eyebrows as she read the title.

“What is this, a poster?”

“It’s a poster that was posted this morning and we’re thinking of running it as a headline. Sis, take a look.”

Violet scanned the poster with a sharp eye.

[ The contempt for the magicians continues unabated.

But the oppression of the knights, and the trivial efforts of the magicians themselves, have combined to make no solution to this situation in the past.

If the magicians do not change their way of thinking, if they do not change this structure where the contempt for the magicians is inevitable, the fundamental solution is impossible… ]

“Did a student write this?”

Violet muttered without realizing it.

[ All the magicians of the Merhen Academy Magic Department should do their best for a fundamental solution.

Set strict standards to select representatives, and prepare a proper curriculum to grow the magicians.

I strongly demand that you work tirelessly and practice to death.

It is the magician who does not bow to anyone.

Resist, create, and hope. Reject what you cannot accept.

Deny the whole world as it is.

Those who want to change the status quo of the magicians are all right.

So don’t worry, just move forward.

? Merhen rank magician ‘Kaplan’ ? ]

“…No. It’s not written by a student.”

Violet shook her head.

The title and content were very provocative, but there was nothing to say that they were wrong.

Besides, the discussion on magic and magicians was of a high level. She couldn’t think of it as a student’s level.

Sephia asked casually from the side.

“Sis, how is it?”

“Quiet. Just be quiet for a moment.”

She gave a curt answer, but Sephia was rather happy. She was pleased that her sister showed interest in the poster.

‘That’s right!’

Sephia exclaimed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Violet’s eyes turned to the problem at the bottom of the poster. She knew right away that it was an illusion formula.

But the circuit was tangled up, and there were a lot of auxiliary formulas attached to show the illusion, as if a lot of effort had been put into it.

“…There’s no trace of modifying the formula.”

Violet muttered incredulously.

“Right. They say they made this without a single modification. Amazing, right?”

“I don’t know who it is, but they put a lot of effort into it. Both the content and the formula at the bottom.”

Sephia laughed at that.

“Do you know? Sis, you look awake now.”

“Is sleep the problem now? Who wrote this? I have a similar pursuit.”

“Yeah. It seems a bit like you.”

Violet turned her head and looked at Sephia.

“What does Merhen rank mean at the bottom? Magic ranks are only distinguished by numbers.”

“Right. They are distinguished by numbers.”

“Who wrote it? Tell me right now. Is Kaplan a student’s personal name? Or a group name?”

“Well, there was no group or individual with that name, you know. We just found the poster this morning and we’re hastily writing it as a headline.”

Sephia teased Violet, who sighed deeply and turned her head.

‘Kaplan… Kaplan…’

Violet repeated the name, and suddenly a student with a similar name came to mind.

‘Plan?’

She shook her head right away. This was an absurd connection.

Anyway, one thing was certain that Violet’s attitude had changed.

Violet, who had planned to go to prepare for the lecture as soon as she heard Sephia’s request, was now quite interested in the poster.

Violet pointed to the top of the formula with her index finger and said.

“Let’s check this illusion formula right now. I’ll calculate the top and you calculate the bottom.”

“Okay. I wanted to check it out too.”

Without anyone being first, they both started to solve their tasks.

And the calculation didn’t take long.

It was more appropriate to say ‘kind’ than ‘easy’. It was a kind formula that anyone who knew how to use magic could see.

As the two women poured mana at the same time, the illusion gradually unfolded.

At first glance, it was an ordinary world. There were buildings and people passing by.

They stared blankly at the scene, and then Violet and Sephia tilted their heads. There was an inexplicable sense of incongruity.

And not long after, they found the reason for the incongruity.

Although it looked like an ordinary world, this world was not the world that Violet and Sephia had experienced.

The first thing that caught their eye was the ridiculously huge tower. And it didn’t take much time to understand that it was a magic tower.

They opened their mouths without knowing it.

How can the magic tower be so huge? The real magic tower feels like a toothpick.

That’s not all. As the magicians in suits passed by, the knights bowed. The magicians nodded lightly.

There was no fear in the eyes of the magicians looking at the knights. Their faces were full of confidence.

But there was no attitude of contempt for the other party. It just felt like this was all a simple truth.

Although they were seeing an illusion, they both muttered at the same time.

“…It’s vivid.”

Literally. It was as if it was a real world.

Usually, the world in the illusion is only plausible on the surface.

The puppy doesn’t bark, or the passerby doesn’t react even if he spills a drink on his clothes…

These fine details are often dead. It’s only natural for a world that is nothing but an illusion.

But.

“…It’s too, too vivid.”

How much did the formula writer dream of this world?

How much did they desire it, that there is no flaw in this illusion?

It doesn’t feel like an illusion at all.

The magicians who sigh as they examine the magic papers together, the knights who look at them with curiosity, the magician who greets the child of the knight couple as he passes by…

All of this looks like a real world.

Violet unconsciously raised her hand. She tapped the shoulder of one of the passing magicians, and at that moment…

The illusion ended. The scenery of the Merhen Daily editorial department unfolded again in front of Sephia and Violet.

Sephia rolled her eyes and looked at her sister.

Violet was touching the formula with her hand. Was it an illusion, or was there a spark in her eyes with dark circles? free.c om

“From now on, we’re going to run this as a headline~ I wonder how everyone will react?”

Sephia asked casually.

There was no answer. Sephia grabbed Violet’s shoulder and shook it.

“Hey~ Sis! I’m curious about your opinion!”

Violet, who was shaking with her body grabbed, opened her mouth with difficulty.

“What do you mean.”

Violet muttered.

Sephia looked at her sister.

Something unknown began to burn on Violet’s face, which was exhausted from fatigue. Not something negative, but something that brought vitality.

“Why are you asking such an obvious thing.”

Violet opened her mouth again.

Not only Sephia, but Violet also looked at Sephia’s eyes.

Violet saw herself in Sephia’s transparent eyes.

There was no trace of her tired and weary self. There was only herself, engulfed in an unknown emotion.

Violet squeezed her chest and muttered.

“…It’s going to be a mess.”

She finally realized that the unknown thing was ‘passion’.

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How much did the creator of this formula long for this world?

How much did they yearn for it, that they made such a flawless illusion?

It felt so real, not like an illusion at all.

Magicians sighing as they scrutinized the magic papers, knights gazing at them with wonder, a magician greeting a knight couple’s child as he walked by…

Everything seemed natural, as if it was a real world.

Violet raised her hand without thinking. She tried to touch the shoulder of one of the magicians, but at that moment…

The illusion vanished. The scene of the Merhen Daily editorial office appeared again before Sephia and Violet.

Sephia rolled her eyes and looked at her sister.

Violet was still feeling the formula with her hand. Was she imagining it, or did her dark-circled eyes light up?

“We’re going to run this as a headline from now on~ I wonder what everyone’s reaction will be?”

Sephia asked casually.

There was no reply. Sephia grabbed Violet’s shoulder and shook it.

“Hey~ Sis! Don’t you have an opinion?”

Violet, who was being shaken, opened her mouth with difficulty.

“What do you mean.”

She muttered.

Sephia stared at her sister.

Something unknown started to ignite on Violet’s face, which had been drained of energy. It was not something negative, but something that gave her vitality.

“Why are you asking such an obvious thing.”

Violet said again.

Both Sephia and Violet looked into each other’s eyes.

Violet saw herself reflected in Sephia’s clear eyes.

There was no sign of her tired and weary self. There was only herself, wrapped in an unknown emotion.

Violet clenched her chest and murmured.

“…It’s going to be a riot.”

She finally realized that the unknown thing was ‘passion’.

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