Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent

Chapter 71: That’s… The Knight of the Flickering Flame has a similar flame to mine…

Chapter 71 Thats The Knight of the Flickering Flame has a similar flame to mine

The infirmary of the Merhen Academy.

In a place that was too spacious for just one student, Trixie lay alone in bed.

Fortunately, it was the weekend. 

Therefore, there were no lectures, but she was worried about the preliminary round of the hunting competition. 

There were only three days left.

Ugh

Trixie clenched her teeth in agony. 

It was a natural consequence of pushing her body to that extent.

The infirmary staff repeatedly emphasized in an angry tone. 

Never use such reckless magic again.

By now, the rumors must have spread to the other students.

From the simple story that Trixie had fainted, to the words that the blue flame was nothing special.

But what bothered her the most right now was not the rumors, but Flan himself.

He forfeited.

This was also a fact that she heard from the infirmary staff. 

The girl retraced the duel with Flan as she remembered it.

During the duel, Flan asked Trixie a question.

At first, she thought it was just a sneaky trick to disturb her mind and gain the upper hand, but it was not the case at all.

Genius, magician, true elegance All of these were questions that pierced through Trixies core.

But even so.

Whether Trixie realized something or surpassed her own limits. 

It had nothing to do with the outcome.

Flan had no reason to forfeit. If he could beat Trixie, he should have just done it.

He deliberately forfeited. 

As if, there was another purpose in the duel, not the victory or defeat.

Hoo.

She sighed deeply with a complicated mind.

As of now, she had no clue about the purpose and reason. 

The only thing that was certain was that Flan did not forfeit because he was inferior in skill.

[ *Teaching Auction ] 

[ Trixie von Fritz. ] 

[ Congratulations on becoming my disciple. ]

Anyway, the remaining result was a victory. The evidence was also left in the trivia.

She could become a disciple of Mr. Garth, something she had longed for, but she still hadnt sent a reply.

Did I really win 

She doubted herself and hesitated to move her hand.

Should I be happy with the result of winning? But can I really call this a win? What is Flan thinking?

Her head was a mess. 

The lost thoughts could not find a clue and kept circling around the same place.

But.

Even at this moment when her body and mind were in a mess, Trixie felt an inexplicable relief.

No, she knew why she was relieved.

She knew for sure how to proceed.

She would not hesitate to care about the eyes of others anymore. 

She would not confine herself to a fixed frame, nor would she drag herself to something.

Thats what a true flame would be like.

She shook her head and brushed off her thoughts.

For now, that was enough to feel. 

The questions about Mr. Garth, the questions about Flan, they were all things she could ask in person.

Trixie closed the trivia. 

On the luxurious leather cover, there was a jasmine, the symbol of the Fritz family.

The girl quietly touched it with her hand.

Memories of her mother, the responsibility of the next head of the family Countless impressions passed through her heart and made her feel strange.

Me.

She licked her lips and quietly closed her eyelids.

She couldnt get out of bed today anyway. So she closed her eyes and sorted out her thoughts.

Ill work harder from now on.

As the next head of the Fritz, as a disciple of Mr. Garth, and as a representative of the hunting competition.

It was the first vow of a magician.

The editorial department of the Merhen Daily, Elizas office.

Grim Reaper, Death, Mad Dog She was a reporter from the journalism department of the Merhen Daily, who had such nicknames.

And she had just been appointed as the chief editor.

In a space that was created only for her, Eliza sat in front of the staff who were lined up.

Short bob hair, shirt, skirt, shoes The color that was unified in black naturally reminded her of Death, but what she held in her hand was not a scythe, but a bunch of papers.

Sigh.

She sighed. 

These papers were all about Flan.

Is this the end? Really?

Eliza fluttered the papers and asked.

Flan.

The comet of the magic department, who suddenly appeared and won the first event of the Sword and Magic Competition, and the student who caught Elizas attention. 

She was restless to find out more about Flan.

Yes. We only extracted what we thought was important.

Wow. Really important. Nutritious. Its enough to turn the journalism department upside down. What is the academy doing? They dont use this as a textbook.

The team leaders shoulders slumped at the blatant sarcasm.

But Eliza had every right to be angry. 

They had gathered so many documents, but there was not a single piece of new information.

Academic performance, statements, daily patterns These were all things they already knew.

They dont come out of the dormitory after work. So we dont have anything to report on

Even that is old news. Forget it.

Eliza waved her hand dismissively.

She wanted to write only articles that would make a big splash. 

She had a belief that was opposite to Sephias, and thats how she worked.

Well, anyway.

There was still one question that lingered in Elizas mind. 

She looked around at the staff who stood beside her.

Hey, do you really think they will go to the tournament with only three people?

Huh?

The tournament requires four people per team. Do you think the magic department will really participate with only three?

It was absurd to go with three people.

But it didnt seem possible to select one more person and coordinate with them at this point, with only three days left.

The staff shook their heads.

Either way It seems ridiculous.

They are so arrogant to begin with, only having three freshmen.

Right? I think so too.

Something was nagging at Eliza.

What bothers me is Flan We have to publish an article soon

As she was composing various provocative contents, Elizas thoughts suddenly converged on one point.

It was a topic that the audience who were facing the confrontation would inevitably be interested in, a very simple and primal question.

Who will win?

The tournament preliminaries were conducted by scoring points by capturing magic beasts.

Only two teams would enter the arena, but ultimately, they would line up according to the calculated points and advance to the main round.

The ones who would enter the arena with the magic department were not easy opponents. 

How easy would it be to capture magic beasts while competing with the four siblings?

Eliza asked the staff.

How much do you think the magic department can show?

Another hard question Oh, no. Im just stupid

So, how much can the magic department achieve against the four siblings of the knight department? Make a prediction.

At that, the staff began to ponder seriously.

It was not because it was hard to reach a conclusion, but because they didnt know how to soften their words.

First of all, they cant win. How can they beat the four siblings?

The youngest reporter broke the silence.

They all nodded. 

That was a fact that had to be assumed.

Eliza rubbed her chin and said.

Is there no possibility for the magic department to win?

Eliza, they have a different way of thinking.

They just finished the midterm exam, and the disciplinary committee was convened six times.

The four siblings of the knight departments second year.

These four men and women were not related by blood, but they always stuck together and used different swords, so they naturally came to be called the four siblings.

Greatsword, katana, rapier, and a deformed sword that resembled a needle, plus their sword skills and unique abilities It would be hard for the first year of the magic department to face them.

What about Flan then?

Ah, that guy Hes dangerous.

Dangerous. All the staff widened their eyes and looked at him at the deputys word.

The deputy quickly raised his hand.

Ah, I misspoke. Im sorry.

No. No. Go on. Ignore them.

Eliza didnt care about the staffs reaction. 

They couldnt do their work and only cared about their surroundings.

Finally, the deputy opened his mouth again, hesitantly.

Ye-yes. Well, I observed his fire element

The deputy, who was hastily passing the paper pile, suddenly began to look at the staffs eyes nervously. He looked like he was debating whether to speak or not a thousand times.

I observed it

Dont beat around the bush. Dont mind them.

Well His flame is similar to that of the Knight of the Flickering Flame

At that, a cold silence fell.

A moment later.

The team leader smacked the deputys head with a thud.

Ouch!

The deputy immediately covered his head.

Yanma. Are you crazy? Theres no comparison. Where are you!

But, surprisingly, its true. This guy is really weird. Thats why I said it was dangerous.

Both of you, stop.

Eliza raised her hand to stop them.

She thought of Flan. He was the one who kept bothering her mind.

He had defeated Ivan, and he had shown no signs of weakness against the blue flame

Is it okay to expose his full power?

If he really intended to do something in the hunting competition, it would be better to hide his skills at this time when reporters were swarming.

Or, is this all part of his calculated move?

Either way, he was interesting and unusual. He was someone who should never be ignored.

So there must be some truth to the managers words.

Hmm

A flame element that resembled the knight of the flickering flame. 

The magic department that boasted of winning the hunting competition. 

The opponents were the controversial siblings

It would be a hot topic even if she wrote it as it was.

Snap!

She snapped her fingers happily and Eliza shouted.

Good. Everyone, go home.

Huh!

Yep!

The employees left the office in a hurry, and Eliza started to move her hands busily.

Thats why she couldnt quit her reporter job.

Really?

Fl, Flan! Really? You picked one more person?

The next morning, at the training ground.

Becky and Louis asked Flan. It was because of his remark that the last person for the hunting competition had been selected.

Becky swallowed her saliva and looked at Flan.

Lately, she was the one who was most conscious of her surroundings. 

There were too many people who doubted her being selected as the representative.

Hes a bit lacking, but I decided to take him.

At that moment, Becky felt relieved without knowing it.

A, a lacking guy! Really?

Yeah.

Hu, huh

Becky felt that it would be better if a lacking guy came in. Then they could share the pressure together.

Flan said calmly.

Shes just prideful and her magic is still weak, and she has more than one or two drawbacks But lets take care of each other.

Haha.

At that laugh, Flan looked at Becky. The girl smiled brightly and answered.

Sure, sure. Lets get along and rely on each other. Of course we have to live like that~

I left Becky, who was enjoying herself, and glanced at Trivia, chats that had come from the one who had a blue flame inside her.

[ Thank you! ] 

[ But I have something to tell you! ] 

[ I want to try the preliminaries by myself! ] 

[ Ill do it really well and come back. ] 

[ Please meet me then! ] 

[ Please !! ]

And without even realizing it, she had a satisfied expression on her face.

This contact was from a magician who had a decent amount of determination, instead of the little kid who was trapped in a mold.

Did she grow up? 

That was a little bit impressive.

And then. 

The door to the training ground opened.

Oh, youre here! Come on in!

With a smile that looked like she had closed her eyes, Becky raised her hand.

And the moment the blue-haired girl showed up.

Huh.

Beckys face turned pale.