Genius Wizard Conceals His Origins

If asked to choose the most impressive building at the Federal University of Magic in Frauzen, 100 out of 100 would choose the main building.

On the other hand, if asked to choose the building they least want to set foot in, they would also choose the main building.

The impressive stone-built main building of the university is not for education.

It’s a building for various clerical and administrative work, so most students have no reason to enter. Thus, the reason students avoid the main building is due to one exception.

The room is at the right end of the second floor of the main building.

The long room, usually dark, was bustling today.

In a room where everyone from the university chancellor to professors, staff, and even two insignificant doctoral students were silent, the chancellor, with a genial appearance, seated at the head, cleared his throat.

“Ahem. As more than half of the attendees have gathered, I now call this disciplinary committee to order.”

Disciplinary committee.

The one exception that only comes into effect when undergraduate or doctoral students commit a ‘serious mistake’ has finally begun.

“……”

I sighed inwardly as I slowly opened and closed my eyes.

I knew this would happen.

#April 15th. Slightly cloudy.

The disciplinary committee, which began with the chancellor’s words, “Doctoral students Eugene Oslo and Werner Ross Diemann, please explain the incident of that day,” proceeded very smoothly.

That is, in the direction of punishing me and Werner. [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

A professor with a notably bald head pounded the desk.

“The entrance ceremony was canceled midway!”

“……”

“You say there was an accidental short circuit during the operation of experimental equipment, and a fire occurred due to the laboratory environment. It’s unreasonable to ask for leniency because it wasn’t intentional. It wouldn’t be strange even if expulsion was discussed. What do you think?”

“Expulsion seems excessive. But we can’t overlook this. Some disciplinary action seems necessary.”

The disciplinary committee is not a courtroom.

Since there was no opportunity to defend myself, after the initial explanation, I could only sweat profusely and wait for the decision.

Of course, there was someone I could rely on.

Klaus Müller.

My advisor and the second most powerful person in the Federal University of Magic after the chancellor.

If he said a word, the disciplinary action could be significantly reduced, but…

“……”

Expectations are always betrayed in the worst way.

Professor Müller, as usual, locked himself in his lab and didn’t even show his face.

Perhaps the only fortunate thing was that his name carried weight even beyond the lab.

“Expulsion seems too harsh. How about a one-year ban on individual research and a pay cut for both Eugene Oslo and Werner Ross Diemann?”

Three out of the four professors in the room seemed to be trying to adjust the punishment appropriately.

Probably because they didn’t want to deal with the backlash that would come from messing with Professor Müller’s students.

“That makes sense.”

The chancellor nodded.

Except for the salaried staff who were unwillingly drafted, everyone gathered here was busy.

Perhaps thinking to deal with this quickly, they seemed ready to decide on an appropriate disciplinary action and dismiss.

I thought at least the genial-looking chancellor was on my side.

But since the chancellor should be neutral, I didn’t have the slightest intention to resent him.

One year.

It’s not a short time at all.

After three years of effort, I became a member of the research lab. Now, to be asked to suppress the ideas and desires swirling in my head for another year was nothing short of torture.

I glared at Werner, who was sitting sprawled in his chair with his arms crossed, looking nonchalant.

“……”

Look at that shameless face.

While I’m extremely grateful for his help with the experiment, he’s also the one who provided the spark for the fire. I wanted to slap his face.

As I was feeling these ambivalent emotions and secretly sighing, it happened.

Click—

The tightly closed door of the committee room opened.

Professors who usually shut themselves in their studies smell of old books. A faint rose scent spread through the room, filled with gloomy air.

A delicate voice rang out clearly.

“I apologize for being late. I just received notice of the committee schedule moments ago.”

She added softly, It’s because of my slow pace.

Everyone in the committee room turned to look at the owner of the voice.

Tap.

The distinctive sound of a cane. Even someone without the talent to recognize people by voice alone would know the sound of that high-quality silver-mounted cane hitting the floor.

The amber eyes that slowly scanned the audience finally rested on me.

A seductive smile appeared on those lips.

The next moment, in the blink of an eye, the chestnut-haired female student who had transformed her expression into the epitome of politeness covered her mouth and greeted respectfully.

“Student Council President, Julia Müller. Where should I sit?”