Who Are You Really?

To become the Headmaster of Tristain Magic Academy, which hosts various nobles in the Kingdom of Tristain, one must be a person of high status and the greatest Mage.

The old man named Osmond, who appeared to be an ordinary elderly person, was the headmaster of Tristain Magic Academy.

His office was located at the top floor of the tower.

Osmond sat with his elbows on the desk, looking bored, twirling his white beard and hair.

He opened his desk drawer, took out a smoking pipe, lit it, and began to smoke.

Besides him in the room was a young and beautiful secretary named Longueville.

A secretary must be a beautiful woman!

Longueville was writing something at another desk on the other side of the room, waving her feather pen.

*Whoosh*

The smoking pipe floated in the air and landed in her hand.

Osmond grumbled, "Is taking away an old man's pleasure something you enjoy?"

"Managing your health is part of my job, Sir Osmond." Longueville replied without even glancing at him, continuing her writing.

Osmond got up from his chair and approached the calm and cold Longueville. Stopping behind her, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of squeezing the young woman's buttocks.

Rather than competent individuals, he preferred women as his secretary. The reason was simple: so he could harass her.

"Sir Osmond..." Longueville spoke up without shifting her eyes from the parchment. She finally couldn't stand it after feeling the old man's hand starting to touch further places.

"What is it, Miss—"

"Please stop saying you're off duty as an excuse to touch my butt."

Osmond started to stagger around.

"Please don't pretend to be senile when things go wrong." Added Longueville coldly.

This wasn't the first time she had experienced harassment; in fact, their relationship had even crossed the line to the bed. However, she didn't like the old man harassing her during working hours. What if someone saw?

Longueville didn't mind being intimate when night fell.

*BANG*

The door was flung open, and Professor Colbert rushed in.

"Headmaster!"

"What is it?"

Osmond's demeanor changed 180 degrees, from a lecherous old man harassing his secretary in the office to a dignified man respected by nobles and the royal family.

"..."

Longueville was relieved that the old man stopped groping her. If not, she feared their deeds would be seen by Professor Colbert, who entered without knocking.

"I-I have big news!"

Unaware of Longueville's angry glare at him, Professor Colbert was so excited his words stuttered.

"There's no such thing as big news. It's all just a series of small events."

"P-Please look at this!"

Professor Colbert handed a book he had been reading to Osmond.

"This is the book of Brimir's Familiars, the Founder, right? Are you still digging into such old literature? If you have time for that, why don't you think of better ways to collect tuition fees from those damn nobles? Mister, err... What's your name?"

"Colbert, Sir! Have you forgotten?!"

"Yes, yes. Now I remember. It's just... You speak so quickly that I never catch it. So, Colby, what about this book?" Asked Osmond, displeased that his time harassing his secretary was interrupted.

In his view, the book handed by Professor Colbert wasn't very important. After all, who didn't know Brimir?

Brimir le Reimir Nida Vellir.

He was a Mage who lived 6000 years ago. The reason he became a legend and his name was recorded in history books was that he was the first Void Mage!

Void Magic was a branch of lost elemental magic that was very powerful. One of Brimir's famous achievements was repeatedly unleashing explosions equivalent to those that destroyed the Albion Armada without exhausting his energy.

It should be noted that the Kingdom of Albion was the strongest country in the world at that time.

Brimir defeated the Albion Armada single-handedly, which earned him recognition as the strongest Mage of all time, even to the present day.

Not only him, but the royal families of Tristain, Gallia, and Romalia were also founded by Brimir's disciples.

"Look at this as well!"

Professor Colbert then showed a sketch of a mark on Hiraga Saito's left hand.

When Osmond saw it, his dignified expression became even more serious.

"Miss Longueville, excuse me, could you step outside?"

Longueville rose and left the room. Osmond only spoke when he was sure his object of lust was truly outside.

"Explain this to me in detail, Mister Colbert..."

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"That dream again..."

Pulling back the blanket, Eiji sighed in relief after confirming he didn't ejaculate in his wet dream.

Even a calm person like him couldn't help but feel embarrassed to let Siesta, a girl he had known for less than a day, clean his crotch after a wet dream.

"Louise is the first pink-haired woman I've met, but no matter how I compare her to the woman in my dream, the two figures don't match. That girl had a voluptuous body with breasts so big my hands couldn't cover them, whereas Louise... Does she even have breasts? Even a fat man's chest might be bigger than hers."

No matter how hard Eiji tried to remember the face of the girl in his dream, he could only see it covered by a mosaic. However, he could remember the shape of the girl's body very clearly.

"Wait... Louise should have two older sisters. If I'm not mistaken, their names are... Éléonore de La Vallière and Cattleya de La Fontaine?"

As time passed, Lin Fan's memory became more blurred. Eiji wasn't surprised by this.

He didn't have a photographic memory, and there were many events in Lin Fan's memories. No wonder the memories gradually faded over time.

"Compared to her two older sisters, who are blessed with seductive bodies, Louise looks like a child."

There was a difference between reality and anime. Eiji couldn't rely on Lin Fan's memory to ensure the accuracy of someone's appearance.

"Once I'm better, let's find time to meet Cattleya de La Fontaine to see if she's the woman in my dream or not."

Closing his eyes, Eiji went back to sleep.

According to a book he had read, the best way to recover from a fever was to sleep. Plus, he couldn't move freely in his current condition.

"Who are you really...? Why do you keep appearing in my wet dreams?" he murmured softly before drifting back into a deep sleep and falling into the realm of dreams.