The Rebirth of the Hero’s Party’s Archmage Chapter 102

Episode 102

As the seasonal festival approached in 15 days, the atmosphere in each class at began to heat up, as did the temperature.

[Cheonggang] Ban was no exception, and as soon as Lane arrived at school in the morning, the class president and vice president rushed in with bright eyes and explained the situation.

“So, our class theme this time was ‘Haunted House’… … Confucius needs your help!”

“A haunted house?”

“We dress up as ghosts and monsters and make fun of people! But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make the background scary… … .”

Ah, that’s why men and women were making such strange makeup… … The same goes for the black curtains.

“Could you please lend me the magic that Confucius used during the senior match?!”

Magic during the senior match?

You mean the one that uses the rune of the world?

“Hmm, are you going to use it like that?”

“Why not?”

The class president and vice president swallowed their saliva as they looked at Lane’s thoughts. Because I was worried that it was an unreasonable request.

We live in an age where all the special uses of magic are considered the property of each individual. It would be irresponsible to expect people to simply share that.

However, Lane’s answer was refreshing enough to completely dispel those concerns.

“Why not?”

“… … !”

“But there’s a problem. The amount of horsepower this requires is no joke. Can you handle it? “I have student council work to do even during the festival, so I won’t be able to help you much.”

The reason the magic was activated without difficulty during the final exam was because the caster was Marhena, the head professor.

I honestly don’t know if first-year chicks can activate it.

The class president waved his hand and smiled, as if telling me not to worry about that.

“There’s nothing you can’t do if all your classmates rush in! And we have Hubert!”

Hubert, well, come to think of it, if you have him, there won’t be any problem.

As he drew a large magic square on the blackboard and began lecturing on the formula for using the Runes of the Three Worlds, the class president and vice president enthusiastically began writing down the formula in their notebooks.

By the time I finished the speech, it was time for the executive committee to meet. Christa, Gertrude, and Cassena were not there as they had already moved.

“I have to go now, so ask questions about anything you’re not sure about later.”

Honestly, there was no way I could understand it after hearing it once, so I had to draw it myself like a scroll on the day of the festival.

“yes! Thank you, Confucius!”

As I walked down the hallway, each classroom I passed was noisy with laughter.

In the past, the teaching assistants would have stopped him, but everything seemed to be forgiven during the eve of the festival.

[Changrang] Logan and Nora were seen gathering ideas in the center of the class, and in the [Sohyang] class, Lillian was seen trying to fit in with her classmates even though her every movement was awkward.

“… … .”

Is this the expression of people preparing for the festival? It was a sight I had never seen before when I was Rin.

Since every city or village we visited was engulfed in a sense of despair about to be destroyed, there was nothing that could be called a festival, and most of them were prayer ceremonies to pray to the gods for salvation.

I thought that Rista, who took up the sword to create a world where everyone can smile, would have been very happy to see this scene.

“The guardian of the seasonal festival has arrived. “Let us welcome the Guardian with enthusiastic applause.”

As I arrived at the student council room with those thoughts in mind, Valencidis suddenly started arguing.

However, the moderators, including Kasena, who did not know the dark intentions of that bastard, were naively applauding, so there was nothing they could do to counterattack.

All I could do was feel helpless and embarrassed and run away to my seat and scratch my cheek.

The Executive Committee, which attended for the first time in 11 days, was able to accomplish a surprising amount of work.

The three newly selected third-year facilitators, who replaced Maya, Rowinvelt, and Yors, had been working hard for ten days, while Sandra Keppel was soothing her tired mind and body by dozing off with magic volleyball.

Yes, the moment that person becomes student council president next year, will be ruined.

“Have all participating clubs’ rehearsals been confirmed?”

“Yes, Chairman. “The document is a compilation of only those clubs that have clearly completed their preparations.”

“What about the budget deliberation of the Ministry of Education?”

“In that case, they said they would come today.”

After glaring at Valencidis’ astonishingly skillful command of the meeting, I checked the meeting minutes that summarized what had happened so far.

[Lovely, Cutely, Bravely! BAMM, the empire’s strongest magic in your heart!]

After staring blankly at the festival slogan on page 1 of the meeting minutes for more than 3 seconds, Lane’s head tilted close to 90 degrees.

Something like this… … Festival slogans?

What kind of guy would suggest something like this?

Christa may have mistaken those eyes for those of emotion, but she cleared her throat and spread her chest and shoulders wide, appealing to the public that it was her achievement.

‘Why are you so proud and sad? … ?’

As if there was competition, the meeting minutes were suddenly flipped over by telekinesis, and one paragraph swelled as if it were being emphasized.

[‘Lovely, Cutely, Bravely! ‘BAMM!’ was added at the suggestion of Kassena Page in ‘The Empire’s strongest magic in your heart!’]

When I raised my head, wondering if it was possible, Kasena shrugged her shoulders and gave a thumbs up.

No, you crazy people… … .

A dry laugh naturally flowed out, and I became certain of one thing. If this festival goes down, the culprits are these two guys.

“It brings back memories. “Youth is burning hot, should I say this is the feeling?”

At that time, there was a leisurely voice coming from overhead.

Absolutely ordinary and everyday… … It was a voice filled with outstanding magic that made the listener feel that way.

I was startled and turned my head to see Doran Slade grinning with his characteristic friendly smile.

“Chairman Cavan and Vice President Bream were this energetic when preparing for the festival together. Mr. Valencidis seems to be doing a really good job as president.”

He was said to be the head of the Special Affairs Department, and his skill at quietly interfering with people was truly outstanding.

No one, not even Christa Warden who was right next to him, was going about his business without noticing Doran’s appearance.

Doran sat down on Lane’s table as if it was natural, rested his chin on his clasped hands, and looked over the minutes with interest.

“That’s an interesting slogan. I like slogans full of fighting spirit like this, personally. “Rain Wijak will be rewarded for protecting the festival.”

“What brought you here again this time?”

When Raine responded with a sigh, Doran chuckled and started talking seriously in a situation where he couldn’t be serious.

“I came to say thank you to Wijak. “He worked with my subordinates to defeat a powerful warlock.”

Doran’s eyes opened slightly as he watched Raine’s pupils shrink in surprise.

This is Doran’s specialty, drawing out new clues through other people’s reactions.

Thieves tend to be at their wits’ end, and if you bring up a sensitive topic lightly, as if you knew everything rather than openly interrogating them, the criminals’ reaction is usually honest.

‘The eyeball shrinks, and the body instinctively pulls back to increase the distance from me… … .’

Is that reaction now a reaction of not knowing about the death of the special branch, or a reaction of doubting how they knew about it?

I know that Raine is not a warlock. However, if he really participated in the fight as Doran guessed, he must find out the reason.

Why did they try to cover up the fight, why didn’t they tell Doran… … Until the corpses of his men rotted and were torn apart by wild animals and turned into maggots.

“It is truly a pity that my men died, but it is a small consolation that Lane Wijak is still alive.”

“… … ?”

“If something happens to Wijak, I won’t have the honor to see my seniors.”

Just as Doran had intended, countless thoughts were tangled in Lane’s mind in less than a second, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

‘what? How did know? Did you underestimate this newbie’s investigative abilities too much?’

Come to think of it, I was so distracted by Valencidis at the time that I couldn’t think about it… … The wizards of the special department were Doran’s favorite subordinates.

Should I say sorry?

Of course, that will happen someday, but if you don’t already know everything and are just prodding… … .

Doran’s mouth wrinkled slightly as he watched the reaction closely.

‘Let’s go slowly. All you have to do is carefully draw out the next reaction.’

Just when Doran was about to ask a decisive question to Lane, whose facial muscles were stiff, the sound of a huge pile of documents piling up in front of the desk tore through the tense moment.

“I’m sorry, but entry to the executive committee is prohibited except for those involved.”

When I turned my head, I saw Valencidis looking down at Doran with his characteristic cynicism.

Doran, who was staring at Lane with half-open eyes, clicked his tongue on the inside, but let out a sigh from his mouth as if he had no idea.

The eyes, which were cold like snakes, closed with a smile again.

“Oh my, did you do that? It’s been so long since I came to school that I feel like I’m just getting excited. “There are two happy faces here.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, but right now I’m busy with this project and committee work, so talk to me later.”

“It’s been a while since I last met you, but you’re so cold. By the way, Valencidis’s entry into the Special Operations Department has been approved. All you have to do is graduate.”

Valencidis heads the special department… … ?

Didn’t even Doran have any idea about Valencidis’ identity? If you don’t know for sure, you can’t help but lust after him.

“I don’t think I ever said I was going.”

“We cannot afford to miss out on a talented person like Mr. Valencidis. “The special department always needs good talent.”

Doran’s smile remained the same, but only the temperature in his voice went down blatantly. It was a voice that could not be considered friendly at all.

It was a natural thing to do.

Doran had been looking at Valencidis with suspicion since first grade. He’s definitely someone who needs to be arrested, but there’s just no physical evidence.

The reason for forcing them to join the Special Affairs Department is to keep them close and monitor them, not because they think highly of their abilities.

“And this time, the number of competent personnel decreased by two.”

In response to that sharp response, Valencidis briefly interrupted the conversation with silence. Then he bowed his head and expressed his condolences.

“I’m so sorry about that.”

I could see the smile on Doran’s face disappear for a moment, as if to confirm his true intentions.

‘I can’t read that feeling, it’s so creepy. Who on earth was this guy trained by? Even at such a young age.’

In the midst of the fierce battle of nerves between the two, Lane trembled and took a slight step back.

As I was listening to the conversation between humans whose true thoughts were completely unknown, I felt as if two snakes were entangled around my ankles.

It was Doran who ended the war of nerves that continued in silence. He smiled and pointed at Lane as if he had never done that before.

“It’s a shame. What did Mr. Valencidis do wrong? … Anyway, you won’t be lonely if you come to the Special Affairs Department. “In two years, there will be a forgery of Lane.”

“I don’t think I ever said I was going either.”

When the absurd request was resolutely rejected, Doran chuckled and stood up, putting an old fedora on his head.

“I have very high expectations for you both. “I’m looking forward to this festival too.”

It was only after I saw Doran leave and wave his hand that a lump of breath came out of my throat. It felt like I couldn’t breathe for several minutes.

I guess this was too short… … .

I was just thinking ahead of myself. I can’t believe you don’t think about how that guy feels. But did you really know the truth of the incident?

“There is no need to be particularly grateful. “I should give this much help to my amazing junior who respects me.”

My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by Valencidis’s teasing remark.

“It really won’t work. “You come to work.”

However, he cowardly immediately returned to the student council president’s seat.

Student council executives are standing guard on both sides, and everyone’s attention is focused… … .

And when I saw him smiling provocatively in victory, I felt like I had to throw at least five fireballs in his face to get him out of his wits.

“Why are you still blanking out from earlier? Don’t you process payment for this?!”

Before I knew it, Kassena was whining in my ear.

No one but the two of us knows that Doran came… … I touched the goosebumps on my arms and picked up the student council stamp. He is truly a scary human being.

In this eventful repetition of daily life, the seasonal festival of finally began.

fantasy,