Intrulde The World's Greatest Mage
—One day, in the headmaster's office of the prestigious Imperial Officer Academy.
A gentle spring breeze drifted in through the open window, where a stunning beauty stood in quiet contemplation.
Her breathtaking features, almost otherworldly in their allure, carried a hint of maturity beyond the students walking outside.
Porcelain-white skin. A face as perfectly sculpted as a doll's.Her well-proportioned figure, clad in a crisp white shirt, exuded an effortless charm—elegant yet never losing its air of refinement.
With golden hair swaying in the breeze, she scanned the newspaper in her hands.
<Some claim that the radiant light in the Clausel territory was the work of the saintess of the Clausel family, but its true nature remains uncertain.>
<Could the flashes of light seen across various regions, including the Sky Continent, be the power of the Hero?>
<Amidst factional conflicts, was the light a sign of the Supreme God Elphen’s wrath?>
A soft smile graced her lips as she read through the articles, all centered on the same topic.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, followed by a woman’s voice.
“Pardon me, Headmaster.”
The woman who entered found herself momentarily breathless at the sight of the blonde beauty by the window, her emerald-green eyes filled with quiet intelligence.
“Something wrong?”
“There’s an issue with one of the scheduled plans.”
“Ehh? But I’ve been handling my work properly lately.”
The blonde woman—addressed as Headmaster—stepped away from the window.
She approached the visitor and accepted the document in her hands, setting her newspaper down on a nearby sofa before flipping through the report.
“Whoa, seriously?”
“Yes, there’s no mistake.”
“Ugh… Then I guess we’ll have to find an alternative location…”
“Exactly. How would you like to proceed?”
The Headmaster pondered the matter, arms crossed, wearing an expression of distress that somehow only made her look more picturesque.
After a few moments of contemplation, she suddenly straightened up.
“I’ve got it! I know the perfect place!”
She strode over to a massive bookshelf lining the wall, plucked out a particular volume—only to send several other books tumbling to the floor.
“Wah—!? S-Sorry! Help me out here!”
Her visitor let out a small sigh but complied, picking up the scattered books.
“So? What exactly were you looking for?”
“A map! Look, this spot seems like a great alternative, don’t you think?”
“…The Baldur Mountain Range? The monsters there are only about E-rank, so they shouldn't pose a problem. However, in the past, the underground magic flow in that area caused increased monster activity.”
“E-Even I would do a proper survey first, okay?!”
Hearing that, the other woman gave a small nod.
“Understood. I’ll consult the board of directors and the nobility on this matter.”
“Thanks a bunch!”
Once left alone, the Headmaster turned toward her desk.
She would need to sign off on the necessary paperwork anyway.
With a resigned sigh, she picked up a pen.
“Alright, that should do it.”
With a practiced hand, she swiftly signed her name at the bottom of the document.
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—Chronoa Highland.
A half-blood born of both human and elven lineage.
The most brilliant mage in the world.
And the headmaster of the Imperial Officer Academy.
In The Legend of the Seven Heroes II, she, like the saintess Lishia, met her end at the hands of Ren Ashton.
Now, gazing out at the deep azure sky beyond the window, Chronoa murmured to herself.
“…If only there were someone in this world who could rid me of my boredom.”
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