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"His Eminence the Star Gazer wants to take you as a student?"

As the Star Gazer's miniature projection gradually dissipated, Olbins studied Anvis with a peculiar look.

The meaning in that gaze was obvious: You actually have talent in the School of Prophecy?

"I do have some talent in the School of Prophecy, but because of my identity, it is inconvenient to publicize it at present. Only my parents know about it for now."

Anvis shook his head, brushing it off with a fairly reasonable explanation.

"If I add prophetic talent to my status as Duke Carlot's biological descendant, there will be far too many malicious eyes fixed on me."

"So you deliberately chose the Mystery School at Royal Pamir Academy in order to lower your profile and cultivate the persona of a low-key yet eccentric Mystic Scholar?"

Lifting a glass of Emerald Crystal Berry Juice, Olbins leaned back casually and shook his head with some regret.

"All right, I suppose your talent must be terrifying. But His Eminence the Star Gazer is currently asleep. Even if he wants to take you as a student, he will probably have to wait until His Eminence awakens again.

Also, my teacher wishes to contact you through this Crystal Ball. Do you need me to continue activating it for you?"

"Of course. If there is anything else behind this Crystal Ball that needs activating, I'll have to trouble you with that as well."

Anvis shrugged, decisively displaying his safety-conscious side.

Olbins did not mind, merely continuing to activate the Crystal Ball with Spiritual Power.

This time, the miniature projection that appeared was Veronica, the Ring of Space-Time, one of the Magic Council's three great Speakers.

She appeared as a silver-haired, black-eyed woman draped in Starlight. The flowing power of time gathered beneath her