Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent - Overpowered Archmage Doesn’t Hide His Talent chapter 206

206 – Something Suspicious

In front of a study room in the Faculty of Magic.

Trixie tilted her head in front of Becky.

“You’re using our study room?”

“That’s right.”

Trixie’s eyes narrowed while talking to Becky. She had a look of incomprehension on the two girls’ faces.

Trixie stood on tiptoe. Check the person inside the study room visible through the window.

She was an alluring woman.

Her luxurious navy blue bob hair fell diagonally across her bangs, and one exposed eye was extremely sharp. That person was writing down things all day long.

Trixie asked, her eyes fixed on her window.

“Who is that person?”

“I don’t know either.”

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t even know that, do you? “Because you didn’t ask.”

“… “What do you know?”

“You don’t know, so you’re asking me.”

Even while the two were bickering, the woman inside the study room was concentrating on her work. Her concentration seemed so deep that it was hard to go in and ask questions.

Even if you asked her why in the first place, she was too vague to kick you out. Even if people were to be moved, there was no way to get rid of the papers that filled the study room.

‘There is nothing worse than losing concentration.’

Trixie knew how valuable concentration was because she always tried her best to focus. Also, how irritated she gets when her concentration is interrupted.

Finally, Trixie shrugged her shoulders.

“Let’s just change places. “I won’t be staying in the study room for long anyway, and I’ll be heading to the training ground soon.”

It was the moment when the two people were about to leave.

Boom!

The sound of a collision rang out in the study room.

“… !”

Trixie and Becky’s eyes turned there at the same time.

“I did something like this. Do something like this. Doing things like this….”

The mysterious woman tore the papers into pieces and repeated the same words. Anyone could see that it was something an angry person would do, but the intonation was devoid of emotion, so it was bizarre to listen to.

“….”

The two girls looked at each other in silence.

“Trixie, let’s just move it.”

“Yes.”

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Two days later.

“Ha.”

Aide number 187 looked up blankly at the ceiling. His sigh comes out involuntarily, and as he closes his eyes, he feels a sore sensation from fatigue.

Her current appearance was quite ugly. Just like sticking a tissue up her nose. It wasn’t because I was tired, but because I was forced to do something I didn’t want to do, the blood flowed back.

However, being an aide wasn’t just difficult because there was a lot of work to do.

“I remember….”

I don’t remember.

Because she always considered her own corrections to be the correct answer, she did not bother to remember or leave behind the original content.

“… “I’ll have to erase everything first and think about it.”

Even if you can’t remember the original content, you can find out which parts you edited. So, I was going to delete all of that first.

“It’s frustrating. “Because it’s an old book.”

I understand the huge trend in which humanity has lived. But of course I don’t know what the specific thoughts of each writer at the time were.

It’s like a situation where you know the shape of the forest, but you don’t know the trees.

The problem is that the author’s opinions are heavily reflected in the old book. In order to revive the content of the original, the aide had to remember what those ‘subjects’ were.

“Ha….”

The opinions that I thought were inferior and were buried in the trash can of my head, I can’t believe I’m bringing them out now. Could anything be more cruel than this?

But it is something that cannot be avoided.

There was no choice because Plan threatened using ancient runes as an excuse. As a result of repeating the same task over and over again, a lot of discarded papers piled up in the study room.

One hour.

Two hours.

Still, the aide was not incompetent. As I looked back on my memories over and over again, they began to come back to me one by one.

Manipulation, summoning, elements…. Views and theories that were popular in their own way in various fields. I erased the corrections and rewrote them in the space created.

“….”

It is a refreshing feeling to see things restored.

I thought I always led human history to the right answer, but there were so many different things that humans derived in their own way.

If he had not intervened, how would humans have researched and developed magic? Thinking about that made me a little curious.

It was right then.

“What does it feel like to rewrite it yourself? “It’s the magic that humans developed on their own, and the opinions they added themselves.”

I suddenly hear the man’s tone and my head turns reflexively. Before I knew it, Plan had entered the study room.

“Well.”

Aide No. 187 Just gave a vague explanation.

It had to be that way. Answering that he is interested is no different from admitting to himself that the path he has taken so far was wrong.

The aide waved his hand.

“Flan, if your purpose is surveillance or ridicule, go away. “I am the type of person who is meticulous about my work.”

“Neither. “It tells you the direction of correction.”

However, the aide’s prediction was spectacularly wrong. The evidence was a book that Flann indifferently put down.

The aide looked at Plan as if he were dumbfounded.

“What is this?”

“We have pointed out some major corrections.”

“It means that content has been added. So, doesn’t that mean that your opinion is included in the plan?”

“That’s right.”

“….”

The aide, who had been silently touching the book cover for a while, suddenly burst into laughter.

“Ahahahaha—!”

She looked at Flan as if she was laughing.

“I always wondered what you were trying to do…. “Flan, isn’t that the same thing as saying that you will eventually fill the books in the old library with your own opinion?”

“Accurate.”

“This is absurd. Didn’t I point out that I added editing without permission? “It’s not much different from what I did.”

“Why don’t you read it first?”

The aide snorted.

“Okay. Read it first. But only one? Even if this content is added, I don’t know if it will make a difference.”

She picked up Plan’s book and took a quick look at it.

And after a while, it didn’t take much time for him to retract his statement of ‘only one volume.’

“What?”

When I saw that the contents of several hundred books were compressed so tightly, I immediately thought that the important thing was not the thickness.

“Editing for whom…. No, for the readers?”

The text is largely divided into two parts.

Writing for those who write, writing for those who read.

A piece of writing that compromises at a halfway point will end up being average, and a piece of writing that doesn’t will tend to be biased to one side.

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Frankly speaking, Plan’s book was intended for readers. No, it is written with the assumption that only those who will read it beyond a biased level will read it. I didn’t feel the author.

There was no nuance of trying to show off by writing in a pedantic way. It was an easy piece of writing that only sought to educate the reader.

‘Easy writing is the most difficult thing….’

Anyone can write difficult content in a difficult way. But how difficult is it to write it down so that anyone can understand it?

Plan has made it possible now.

“Flan, that’s amazing. “I just don’t understand.”

“My subjectivity is the development of magic.”

That was all Flan said.

You might think it was nonsense or arrogant bravado, but after checking the information Plan gave me, I didn’t think that way at all.

In his sentences, Plan did not reveal who he was. He had no way of enforcing his strong opinions, so this was the theorem closest to the “Standard.”

Your own subjectivity is the development of magic.

That statement sounds quite reasonable now.

“It’s fascinating. It’s truly amazing. Being able to make the development of the magic world your only goal….”

“Because I like magic. “There is no other reason.”

It was a word that had quite a resonance for the aide.

It is not about taking advantage of magic and leaving your mark. Rather, it feels like you are leaving a magic behind by piggybacking something else on yourself.

At least, this is something that no one living in this era with an ordinary mind can do. So, he had already surpassed something.

I have to think more and more about what that something is.

Anyway, the conclusion was simple. Interacting with these beings will be quite interesting in the future.

She finally made up her mind.

“Okay.”

After deleting the things she had edited, the aide began to add in the information that Plan had given her.

“I became more curious about what the future you envision would be.”

There was no longer any sign that he was forcing himself to do something he didn’t want to do.

One hour.

Two hours.

Time began to pass quickly again. Even after Plan left, the aide’s revision work did not stop.

And finally 23 hours.

“Hmm.”

There has been progress. Although we were not able to revise the entire ancient library, we have completed revising the contents of all books that are primarily used.

“But….”

When I think about it, how can these modified items be placed inside the ancient library? Because the amount was enormous, it was absolutely not something that could be done openly.

The time promised with Plan was only one hour.

I want to ask for her advice, but Flan has already left.

… Then there weren’t many options.

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“Wow….”

The road to the dormitory. Maiev yawned lazily.

She had a shopping cart in both hands, and it was full of various tea ingredients. These days, making various kinds of tea was her hobby and pleasure.

‘I think you might like this.’

At first, she was shocked and couldn’t believe it, but as time passed, she became more grateful to Flan.

Isn’t it all thanks to him that I have this freedom and that I am able to find my own life day by day?

“So, today we have delicious tea…” . Hmm?”

Maiev’s face hardens slightly. This is because she felt a certain aura that all blood demons instinctively sense.

Someone is wandering around in front of the old library, acting suspiciously at first glance. He was not alone, but was lifting a bundle full of something with his mind.

‘Terrorism?’

Anyway, I couldn’t think of anything positive.

If you came to the ancient library to do something helpful, you wouldn’t be snooping around suspiciously, so wouldn’t it be right to enter the entrance confidently?

“… “It seems suspicious.”

After putting the shopping cart on the floor for a moment, Maiev went out to check the person’s identity.