Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent Chapter 162:

Translator: MarcTempest

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Chapter 162 Do you know so magic?He resembled the sea.​He was calm and quiet in any situation, without a single ripple, but at the sa ti, his presence was vast and distant.​At this mont, everyone’s eyes were fixed on him alone.​He wore a coat that made him look too stylish to be a student in uniform. His broad shoulders and tall height were imposing, but his walk had a touch of elegance.​He was the reason why so many people gathered today, Flan.​“…”​There was no need to tell them to be quiet.

The noisy crowd shut their mouths and straightened their postures.​The bright classroom lights. His sharp eyes and sleek jawline shone under them.​“I am a mage, Flan.”​And as he introduced himself, the world of black and white burst into colors.

The atmosphere of the classroom, which was subrged in the waves, finally rose to the surface.​It was a ti when the sunlight through the window was unusually clear.​◈​“Wow!”​A girl’s exclamation marked the start of the orientation.​Flan turned his gaze to her, and she covered her mouth with both hands and shook her head.​“Are you all here?”​Flan’s red eyes slowly scanned the surroundings.

Those who t his eyes either looked away or swallowed their saliva.​“There is no division plan. My lectures will not distinguish between status, grade, or race.”​“…!”​A murmur of voices began to erupt from everywhere.

Since such a diverse crowd had gathered, they all expected a division naturally.​Flan quietly silenced their reactions.​“Quiet.”​With just that, the noises that could be called so disappeared.

The audience’s eyes returned to Flan.​“I do not allow chatter. Instead, I take questions.”​Then, soone raised their hand and spoke.​“Why won’t you separate by race?”​The questioner was a male elf.

He sat in a crooked posture, like a boy, but judging by the energy he felt, he seed to be quite old.​“I don’t like the idea of taking care of everyone. This is a magic lecture, not a daycare.”​Flan answered calmly.​“There are only two types of students in my class.”​“Two types?”​“Yes. Those who I will take, and those who I will not.”​Flan looked straight at the questioner and continued.​“The magic I teach is not bound by race or age. If you thought it was daycare, it was simply your mistake.”​“Ha.”​The questioner shrugged his shoulders.​“Theory, category, manifestation… You have to present a specific plan, don’t you? Anyone can beat around the bush with vague words.”​“Let tell you one more thing.”​The questioner narrowed his eyes at the still composed answer.​“Including this orientation, those who do not et the standards will be eliminated rcilessly.”​“You should have said that from the beginning.”​The questioner finally crossed his arms and accepted it. He had imnse confidence.​But Flan’s words were not over yet.​“You are rude. Get out.”​“…?”​An unexpected remark.​The person’s eyes widened.

The elf male could not contain his excitent and asked in a bewildered voice.​“Are you talking to ? Are you telling to get out now?”​“If you don’t, I will.”​Flan’s red eyes turned to him.​“….”​The questioner’s crooked posture gradually straightened. He grumbled and got up from his seat.​“Fine, I’ll go. I don’t need this kind of lecture….”​He left the room with a swagger. Flan did not even spare a glance at his noisy exit.​“Next question.”​He just said that.​◈​“Next question.”​

I looked around.

I had planned to spend exactly one hour on the orientation.

Now, 15 minutes had passed, and I was thinking of finishing it quickly and enjoying a whopping 45 minutes of free ti.

But in front of .

Only the elves were raising their hands.

As if they were protesting the fact that the other elves had been kicked out of the classroom.

I pointed to one of them.

“Speak.”

“What grade did you enter the academy with?”

This elf’s tone was respectful and polite, and his accent was smooth. He also had a kind smile on his face.

“F.”

“F? Is that the highest grade…?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly and exchanged glances with his colleague.

It wasn’t hard to understand.

They were maintaining this attitude to protest without being kicked out of the classroom.

The question continued.

“Do you know any famous mages? Who do you get inspiration from? Cler, Therese, Christy…”

“I don’t know any of those nas.”

I wasn’t lying.

I didn’t need to.

I also get inspiration only from magic.

“How can you not know Christy?”

“He’s the one who established the basic theory.”

So of them murmured.

The other elves also raised their hands one by one.

They deliberately continued to ask sharp questions as if they were interrogating a criminal.

“The book ‘Change’ by Remir, who is said to have established the current human magic, I like it too. Do you think there will be any related content in the future lectures?”

“I haven’t read it.”

I didn’t bother to read it because I knew it would be obvious content, and I already knew the information that would be contained in it.

“I see…”

A faint sneer escaped from the elf’s face.

“I guess I have to study hard to not drop out of the lecture. How do you do the theory? If you have any secrets, please tell .”

“I don’t do anything in particular.”

After giving a few honest answers, the atmosphere in the classroom froze with a slightly different feeling than before.

The other races, including the beastn, raised a hint of doubt on their faces, and the faces of the human mages who had expected sothing from turned sowhat pale.

Eventually, one of the elves muttered.

“Hmm~ I’d like to see so magic.”

It sounded like a soliloquy, but it was loud enough for the surroundings to hear.

The intention hidden in that remark was clear.

Is it really right for you to stand in the center of the classroom that encompasses all races? It was a remark that demanded proof of qualification.

‘Magic.’

It wasn’t sothing I couldn’t welco.

I also preferred to prove it with one manifestation rather than a hundred words.

But I didn’t intend to use any magic at random. Every manifestation had to have a the or a center.

I had an idea in mind, so I looked at the materials that Maiev had given .

There were so nas marked with asterisks among the list of notable people.

“Perien.”

As I called out her na, the atmosphere of the elf camp cooled down a bit.

I found his application among the papers.

[Na] Perien [Application reason] ─ [Major field] ─ [Goal] ─ [Specialty] ─

Hers was blank except for her na.

But I was familiar with Perien’s na and soon realized why.

She had the sa na as the author of ‘The Application of Wind Elent’, which I had asked Becky to summarize before.

“The author of ‘The Application of Wind Elent’?”

“Yeah. It’s not been long, but you know right away.”

The elves’ faces were smug. I briefly recalled the contents of the book in my head.

It didn’t take much ti.

“Which one of you is Perien?”

But the person in question didn’t answer.

Instead, the elves sitting in front, beside, and behind her pointed to Perien with their eyes.

I looked at Perien’s appearance.

She had wavy hair that covered one eye, and her eyes were a dull blue. She had a band-aid in her mouth.

“I read your paper well.”

“You don’t know Perien? She’s pretty famous.”

Soone next to him chid in.

“It was deep research. I could feel that you have been in contact with the wind elent for a long ti.”

The elves’ faces beca more and more smug.

“But.”

I lightly pulled up mana and manifested one of the formulas that was written in the paper as I rembered it.

A small whirlwind rotated and disappeared at the tip of my index finger with a ping sound.

“Huh…?”

One of the elves who had been sneering at with his expression suddenly lifted his head and rolled his eyes, looking at Perien’s reaction.

“It’s true that it has a high degree of completion, but just because it’s a wind elent doesn’t an you have to focus on the output. Did you get influenced by soone else?”

Perien slamd her staff down with a thud. Her dull eyes slowly rolled and stared at .

“Human.”

Finally, she let out a tone.

The sharp eyes of the elves stared at .

“Do you know so magic?”

Then, Perien’s surroundings began to sway.

“She finally opened her mouth.”

“Perien is no joke.”

I silently cursed at Perien’s words. And then I understood the aning of her absurd question.

I chuckled and cleared my head.

My condition was better than usual, and before I knew it, the contents of the thesis were all in my head.

Elapsed ti 45 minutes, remaining ti about 15 minutes.

“Let see.”