Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 367

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 367

265. Very Promising

Until now, approvals from the Theology Department, especially those submitted directly by the Department Head, had been essentially a formality.

The first reason was that they only submitted approvals for things that would ‘definitely pass,’ and the second reason was that the Theology Department’s influence within the Academy was unparalleled.

Therefore, the Department Head was currently in a state of great confusion.

At the same time, he kept trying to deduce why the Dean had rejected this approval.

‘What’s this about? There’s no reason for it.’

All sorts of political reasons came to mind.

Was the Dean now planning to suppress the Theology Department?

Or had there been some change of heart?

Whatever it was, this was unacceptable.

So now the Department Head was striding purposefully toward the Dean’s Office to demand an explanation.

This would be unimaginable behavior from any other department.

“Oh, Department Head?”

The secretary was immediately visible upon entering the Dean’s Office.

“Is the Dean in?”

“He stepped out earlier.”

“He stepped out?”

“Yes. He went on a business trip to the Eastern Territory and is expected to be away for three days…”

Three days.

What was this all about suddenly?

“By any chance, what business brought you here?”

“I came about an approval matter.”

“He said he would review any documents requiring approval after he returns.”

Three days.

Although there were still a month or two left until final exams, if this got delayed…

Priscilla Neriel would be able to continue attending the Academy next semester.

That had to be prevented.

“By any chance, do you know the reason for rejecting the approval documents I submitted this time?”

“I’m not sure. The Dean has never shared documents with me…”

Of course.

He had only asked just in case.

Damn.

‘What on earth is he thinking?’

Dean Homet’s business trips weren’t actually that uncommon.

But the timing was quite delicate.

No wait, was he being too paranoid?

Maybe in three days he’d return and say ‘Now that I look at it, Department Head, your words do make sense’ and resolve everything.

-Approval rejected?

So the Department Head contacted the High Priest to reassure him for now.

“Yes, this is the first time I’ve experienced something like this, but…”

-Please handle this well. You know what I can promise you, don’t you?

“Yes, I understand completely. Haha. Of course.”

The moment he was elected as bishop, he would stand at the pinnacle of the Imperial Church.

When that happened, it meant those who had supported the High Priest could secure their fair share.

In other words, if things went well, he could leave this Academy Department Head position and secure a high-ranking position at the Grand Temple.

“Don’t worry and please wait just a little. I’ll visit him as soon as the Dean returns and come back with good news.”

-Haha, worry? What kind of hurtful words are those? I’m simply asking for your assistance.

Though he finished the communication that way, the Department Head still tilted his head at the strangely lingering anxiety.

‘Surely there’s nothing going on?’

No matter how much he thought about it, there didn’t seem to be any reasonable cause.

So he reassured himself, trying to dispel his anxiety.

‘Once this matter is properly concluded and the bishop selection is over… from then on, I too…’

The Department Head was filled with dreams.

But three days later.

The Department Head, who went to see Dean Homet upon his return, had to hear an answer that was absurd from his perspective.

“What do you mean by that, Dean?”

“Exactly what I said, Department Head Seles. Upon reviewing the documents, certain parts differ from the facts.”

“When you say they differ from the facts…”

“Here, as you can see, there’s a phrase that reads ‘Student Priscilla Neriel has expressed intention for early graduation and has consented, therefore we hereby apply for early graduation.'”

“Yes, what problem is there with that?”

The Department Head felt a pang of guilt but answered confidently. Then Dean Homet narrowed his eyes and asked.

“Did you really obtain her consent?”

“Yes, I did.”

Actually, he hadn’t.

No, there was no need to obtain it.

Refusing a Department Head’s directive in the Theology Department was impossible.

Doing so would block the elite path to the Grand Temple, leaving one to wander around local temples living an ‘insignificant’ priest’s life.

Therefore, it wasn’t that he hadn’t obtained consent, but that there was no need to obtain it.

Whatever was written in the documents became the rule to be followed.

“That’s strange. As far as I know, that’s not the case.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean…”

“Is that really true?”

“…”

The Department Head hesitated, thought for a moment, then spoke.

“What… makes you say that?”

“Department Head Seles.”

Dean Homet’s eyes gleamed sharply.

He was a mage.

Therefore, he might struggle before divine power that was difficult to control when it flowed out, but he showed no such signs at all.

The eyes positioned in the middle of his aged wrinkles were emitting an even sharper light.

“I don’t want to have a conversation where we watch each other over a single approval document. Let’s talk simply. That document appears to have been written without the party’s consent. Is that correct?”

The Department Head flinched.

Something was strange about the atmosphere.

What was going on here?

The person who had approved documents without question when they came up was now questioning him.

This was strange.

Could he possibly know something?

Meanwhile, Dean Homet pressed once more.

“Whether this reaches my level or is handled at your level, having false information recorded in documents is a serious matter.”

Then the Department Head inadvertently flared up.

“Then shall we call the student to confirm?”

There was no way Priscilla Neriel had gone to see the Dean.

Even if she had, he could simply impress his authority upon her right here.

That was his plan.

However, Dean Homet’s response was somewhat different.

“Let’s do that.”

Is that so?

“However, I will be the one asking the questions.”

If he means questions—

“Whether student Priscilla Neriel’s early graduation is according to her own expressed wishes, or if it’s something else.”

Dean Homet announced without giving any chance to respond.

“Department Head, please excuse yourself for a moment.”

This is far too different.

Though I haven’t faced Dean Homet much, until now the Department Head hadn’t paid much attention to Dean Homet.

Because he was the head of the Theology Department.

Because the status of the Theology Department was tremendous.

To be precise, he thought no one could go against the Imperial Church.

Therefore, this current situation was extremely bewildering.

“Dean.”

“Is there perhaps some reason why that wouldn’t be acceptable?”

“…”

There is.

But even if there is, it’s something he can’t voice.

“Ah, I understand. Then I’ll contact student Priscilla…”

“Ah, I’ll handle the contact.”

Tap tap.

When he touched the direct communication crystal, his secretary’s voice could be heard.

—Yes, Dean.

“Miss Lini? Please summon Miss Priscilla Neriel from the Theology Department right now. Just tell her to come directly to the Dean’s Office.”

—Understood.

The communication ended, and Dean Homet looked at the Department Head.

“I will ask student Priscilla Neriel once more. Whether she truly has intentions for early graduation. And whether she agreed to it previously.”

Only then did the Department Head realize.

That something… was going strangely wrong.

“You probably know well. That this matter won’t end with just a single document.”

In an instant, his heart sank with a thud.

The change in pulse was being transmitted clearly to Dean Homet’s ears, who had enhanced his hearing with magic beforehand.

“It’s really going to be okay… right?”

“Of course.”

Priscilla rarely gets anxious or intimidated by situations themselves.

She might have complaints or grievances, and might mix in some curses.

In that sense, the fact that neither the department nor the Grand Temple has made any particular mention regarding this matter seems to be the problem.

At least for Priscilla.

“A conclusion will probably come soon.”

“How do you know?”

“There’s such a thing.”

“Can’t you tell me?”

“If I tell you in advance, it won’t be fun. Just go and say things as they are.”

“…Alright.”

Priscilla seemed to have finally made up her mind firmly through this incident.

“I won’t give up the path for God though.”

Priscilla had definitely said that.

Those words meant the same as this:

“Turning my back on the Grand Temple isn’t easy but… Ah damn, I don’t know.”

Exactly like that.

She would maintain her current faith for God, but would no longer live for the Grand Temple.

Some would say that the path for the Grand Temple is the path for God, but this incident proved that wasn’t the case.

How could ‘forced graduation’ using talent as an excuse make any sense?

Even the subtle timing when the bishop selection wasn’t far off.

“Just follow your heart.”

“Right. Yes, just follow my heart.”

Priscilla nodded vigorously.

As always, when my friends’ hearts are troubled, I tend to wait calmly rather than persuade them to the opposite side.

“It’s thanks to you, Dane.”

“What is?”

“Thanks to your words, I’ve made up my mind.”

And from the moment they make a decision, I believe in them and help them.

“That’s good then.”

“It’s important to do what you want to do. You’re right.”

Doing what you want to do.

A concept I could barely feel in my previous life.

The emotion I felt from when my special appointment finally passed and my trip to the capital was decided, just before death.

The realization that I, who was born and raised on the battlefield, finally had something I could do as I pleased, not just following someone’s orders.

“I’m a bit… nervous though.”

How could she not be, when turning her back on a place she’d been part of her whole life?

Probably, it would feel like betrayal.

But it’s okay.

At least the forced early graduation situation that Priscilla is worried about won’t happen.

“Nothing bad will happen. At least, regarding what you’re worried about.”

“…Just hearing those words is reassuring. Thank you.”

“Tell Dorian that too.”

While I was chuckling, a buzzing sound came from Priscilla’s pocket.

—Student Priscilla Neriel?

Yes, I thought it would be about this time.

Priscilla looked at me.

I nodded as if telling her to answer.

“Yes, who is this?”

A strangely trembling voice.

—This is Dean Arkwald Homet’s secretary. Dean Homet requests that you come to the Dean’s Office immediately.

“Dean… Homet?”

Priscilla’s eyes widened.

Understandably surprising.

Since I hadn’t even mentioned what methods I used.

—Yes, immediately. If you’re attending a lecture, please get permission from the professor in charge and come.

The influence of the Theology Department is the greatest even within the Academy.

So there’s no choice but to use what’s above that.

Since it would be strange for me to step forward directly, I spoke to the Dean, with whom I’d established a relationship over the mana stone matter.

“Y-yes… I understand.”

Priscilla ended the communication and stared at me blankly.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a dumbfounded expression.

“Dane… don’t tell me you?”

Instead of answering, I shrugged my shoulders.

As if telling her to hurry and go.

Priscilla stood up like someone possessed and walked away like that.

I watched her retreating figure and smiled wickedly.

Well then.

What will happen soon, I wonder.

I’m very much looking forward to it.

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