The Million Mushroom King Wizard Robe! The Gazes of Cloud Marsh Wetland and Two Academic Lineages!

The Witch Blacksmith inside a smithy in a small town within the mortal empire was forging.

Behind her hung a mechanical component resembling knightly armor. If a Second-Ring Wizard were to see this set of armor, they would surely realize that this was an extremely formidable wizard's robe, its entire body overflowing with a terrifying level of magic pressure.

The Witch Blacksmith cast a sidelong glance at an employee of Solas Barefoot standing in front of her smithy and said, "Tell Argos not to waste his time on me. Aside from being interested in my sect's wizard's robe design competition, I have zero interest in anything else. You tell him that I am indifferent to fame and wealth, have lived in seclusion for a long time, and will not go out. Alright, you can scram now."

That employee was about to speak, but the next moment, the Witch Blacksmith slanted her eyes to look at him, and a massive wave of magic pressure descended upon him like a torrential flood and wild beasts. Before he could even react, he could only turn around mechanically and leave this place.

A mortal apprentice who walked with a bit of a wobble even while carrying an iron bucket walked out from the smithy.

The Witch Blacksmith looked helplessly at the apprentice whom this town acquaintance had sent to her shop, wanting to learn a craft from her that he could use to make a living in the future.

Then, she turned around and looked at the set of armor hanging behind her. "This is the wizard's robe I carefully conceived over a long time in the mortal realm, this place where no one disturbs me."

"The testing phase of the Wizard Robe Design Competition is about to begin. Although it's only the first