Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

Now, what matters to the social war is information above all else.

We should start by gathering information about Count Goldart.

I'll be back in my room after breakfast.

And when I took the larger hand mirror out of my luggage bag and fixed it, I started chanting the spell with the magician's wand (Mage Stuff) in my hand.

The spell to be exercised is the communication (contact) of a communication-based spell.

This spell magically connects dedicated mirrors to each other and can transmit both footage and audio.

Each mirror has an access number.

I completed the spell, thinking of the target mirror number.

The scene is then reflected in a mirror fixed on the table.

That's one of the magic labs.

Numerous books are piled unwrought and tall on a desk that is never small, and it is likely to collapse and fall now.

And only one corner of that desk was somehow cleaned up, and before that, one old man sat down and worked on something.

When I write on a piece of paper I put on my desk, I put my head on it, and I sneeze round the piece of paper I just wrote and throw it away.

On the floor of the lab, the scraps thrown like that fell all over the place.

I sigh one thing and speak to the mirror.

"Professor, it's been a while. As always, I don't seem to be good at tidying up and cleaning up."

"... hmm? - Whoa, William!

The old man, immersed in the writing, raised his face and turned his gaze towards me from across the mirror.

The mirror in the lab right now should show the room where me and I are.

"Ha, let me tell you something from before. I don't want to clean up the eagle. This is the best placement. The environment in which the materials are placed within easy reach is the most desirable condition for researchers."

Saying so, the old man slaps a stacked book on his desk, with a pong and a hand.

And then...

"─ Whoa!

Dothad. Dothad.

The pile of books that were piled on the desk collapsed, and who fell in unison.

The dust is about to dance.

I laughed bitterly at the same professor.

"Keho, keho... So what can I do for you, William? Is it time you got tired of the adventurers and wanted them to talk about their work? I'm always available for my assistant's seat."

"No. I'm tired of nothing, but as an adventurer I just stood at the entrance. I'd like to ask the professor one more question than that."

"Say what?"

"Yes, if any of you are from the College and have been assigned as a court magician to Count Goldart, I'd like you to tell me."

That's what I ask of the professor.

It should be noted that the term court sorcerer refers narrowly to a sorcerer who serves as a proximity to the king, but in a broad sense, it is not a mistake to use these sorcerers either because they collectively serve as a proximity to the royal marquis nobility.

"... Hmm? Wait a minute."

The professor goes to the front of the bookshelf, which was by the side of the room, and takes a thick book out of it, and brings it back.

And he turned the page with a perch, and stopped that hand on one page.

"There it is. Just three years ago, there was one graduate who went to Count Goldart's. His name is Alice Flamelia - - No, wait, this guy is sure..."

The professor places the book he brings at his desk and heads to the bookshelf again.

And bring another book and start turning it around again.

"There it is! Again, yes. Alice Flamelia, a heretic who submitted her dissertation in the field of necromancy. The title of the thesis is Discussions on Naturally Occurring Conditions of Lower Undead. However, because of the implicitly contraindicated nefarious witchcraft involved in the college, I have heard that the thesis was not properly appreciated.... So, William, why would the Lord ask me that?

So the professor who returned it to me asked me that.

On the other hand, I was a little surprised.

I was trying to make contact with his court magician to get information about Count Goldart, but unexpected information rolled in.

At once I began to see the whole thing.

This is an unexpected pick up.

"No, I was faced with a problem that was a little difficult to look at, so I thought I'd get that information… I think I saw the whole picture of things at once thanks to the professor"

"Hmm. I don't know what it is, but above all if it helped. You can tell me about it next time you're ready to talk about it."

"Yes. This thank you sooner or later. Now, Professor, if you'll excuse me."

"Uhm. Good luck with that."

I cut my mind and terminated my communication (contact) spell.

The mirror returns to normal and changes to something that mirrors me and my room.

"... Well"

What is wrong with this?

The information desk itself, which I had hoped for, turned out to be quite possibly black.

I reassembled the logic I had assumed and decided to revisit my next move.