"Ahem, everyone, please quiet down!" Just then, a flash of golden light blazed across the previously empty arena stage, and a burly old man with slightly graying hair and beard appeared in its vast center!
The old man looked as though he had only just entered old age, sixty or so at most. Thanks to his considerable strength, his physique was robust enough to rival that of a man barely into middle age.
Achill knew this old man, too. They had met a few years ago when he came here looking for someone. After all, since he had been searching for Lahar and Doranbolt, he had naturally needed to pay a little visit to the Grand Magic Academy's student records. And consulting the academy's important archives inevitably meant coming face-to-face with its highest authority!
By now, everyone had probably figured it out. That was right—this fellow was none other than the Grand Magic Academy's current headmaster! The successor to its former headmaster, Achill's grandfather, Albert!!!
It was worth mentioning that Achill, despite being the former headmaster's grandson and pupil, had never known this fellow at all. The reason was simple: he had not originally been one of the Grand Magic Academy's senior staff! After Albert's death, the Magic Council had transferred him in from elsewhere and appointed him directly to the post!
Naturally, when Achill found him back then, the fellow had no idea who Achill was, and Achill could not be bothered to explain. There was probably no need to spell out what happened next. Though this fellow was the current headmaster of the Grand Magic Academy, the Kingdom's most renowned academy, and though his tremendous power surpassed that of an ordinary S-Class Mage, under the overwhelming pressure of Achill's Hyōrinmaru, he had still ended up miserably frozen into