Before Chloe stood a luxurious, spacious, and imposing office.
The office contained not only numerous valuable antique furnishings and expensive decorative hangings, but also a plush carpet covering the floor. A window that nearly filled the entire wall faced the entrance, allowing sunlight to stream in from outside and making the room look exceptionally beautiful.
There was a desk in the office.
Piles of documents related to the Aerial Combat Mage Department's operations covered its surface.
On closer inspection, a girl was sitting at the other end of the desk.
"Here?"
The girl who spoke those words and lifted her head from the piles of documents had shoulder-length, jet-black hair. She wore Mistgun's long-skirted uniform for undergraduate girls. Even through the uniform, her fiery figure was obvious, and she had a beauty mark beneath her left eye. Only her expression looked somewhat cold, giving her the air of a career woman.
Chloe smiled faintly at her.
"Sorry for the wait, Head of the Aerial Combat Mage Department."
This person was Flon Flamell, the head of the Aerial Combat Mage Department and one of the ten members of the council that held the greatest authority in the academy floating city of Mistgun.
She was a third-year undergraduate student in the Aerial Combat Mage Department and had once been famous throughout Mistgun as a genius. She had joined a C-rank team while still in her second year of preparatory school and reached the A-rank before entering her third year. As a result, she became the head of the Aerial Combat Mage Department, managing and overseeing all its affairs while also taking responsibility for the defense of all Mistgun.
Naturally, someone like her had frequent dealings with the special forces team, Mistgun's trump card. Whenever anything major happened, Flon would first consult the