Chapter 60

Dylan woke up early in the morning and immediately started reading books. After reviewing many of them, he took the book "Advanced Mage Skills" from some author. There were several interesting skill combinations that he took into account for future battles, but nothing useful for him. The only thing he saw sense in was skills that increased stats due to mana, like techniques did. But the skills listed in the book were very weak and were not worth their mana. He could achieve exactly the same using a minimum of stamina. Of course, he admitted the question of compatibility and that in some situations it could be useful, so he decided to look for decent skills to enhance due to mana later.

After reading this book, he took the next one. After reading it, he again noticed a few interesting facts, but nothing more. After all, he was trained by a Secret Mage, so it was difficult to find something good that he did not already know, but he was not upset. Reading another book, the academy card began to glow blue, and after a few seconds, it made a rather pleasant sound.

"Diling-diling!"

Dylan got out of bed and walked over to the table where she was lying. He picked her up and opened the holographic screen to see a notification.

"Damn convenient, this is the closest thing to a phone I've ever seen. I wonder why I'm using that shitty artifact instead." Dylan said to himself as he read the message.

The notice said to report to a certain office in an hour, where he would have the opportunity to discuss the difficulties he had gone through at boot camp. But Dylan knew, of course, that this would not be a simple conversation.

In the forest, he had plenty of time to think that the whole training had started unusually, to put it mildly. Of course, it still made sense, but now Dylan was almost certain that the academy had started all this in order to train renicantors. After all, he had met another one of them in the same class, and this was in addition to his suspicions about the rest of his classmates.

And of course it is unlikely that magicians who for more than a century of life have not found a way to distinguish a Reincarnator from an ordinary child.

Closing the notification, he simply shrugged his shoulders, thinking, "What will be, will be." And sat down to read on. When the time was coming to an end, he got out of bed, checked his appearance and hung his sword belt. Looking in the mirror, he was surprised at how manly he now looked. Having lived in this body for 15 years, he still hadn't gotten used to it. But he was glad that his facial features were very similar to his past life. Although how it happened, he couldn't imagine.

Dylan, having tuned in to the conversation, left the room. After a few minutes of walking, he found the right office. Knocking on the door and waiting for permission, he entered, seeing four people. There was Elton, the teacher, the girl who was on the admissions committee, and two people he did not recognize. Unlike last time, he assessed everyone.

Name: Elton Lauren, 190 years old

Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 200

Class: Great Arcane Mage [Special] Lvl 400

Class: Elite of Hand Combat [Special] Lvl 300

Name: Sandria Holy Sword, ??? years old

Раса: Man Attuned to Holy Mana [Rare] Lvl 400

Class: Great Holy Mage [Special] Lvl 310

Class: Great Archon [Special] Lvl 300

Name: Darius Werten, 456 years old

Race: Human of Developed Life Force [Rare] Lvl 400

Class: Great Rune Mage [Special] Lvl 450

Class: Headmaster of the Royal Academy [Epic] Lvl 534

Name: Videns Hermit, 110 years old

Race: Human [Uncommon] Lvl 200

Class: Mind Mage [Rare] Lvl 200

Class: Mind Healer [Rare] Lvl 200

The first thing he noticed was Elton the teacher, he was wearing the academy uniform with different insignia that Dylan couldn't figure out. The second thing he noticed was a blonde woman in a strict teacher's uniform. She was sitting on a chair, showing all the necessary manners of nobility, which immediately caught his eye. The third thing he noticed was a man, he looked to be about 45 years old, he was wearing a teacher's uniform with different markings. He had a clean-shaven beard, short black hair and small wrinkles on his face where he smiled. Dylan got the impression that he was a kind person, but he admitted to himself that he expected something more from the headmaster of the academy. After all, he was one of the few [Epic] class owners he had seen. The fourth person was the least interesting in his opinion. Brown hair, clean-shaven face, large glasses, brown eyes. He looked very young, if it weren't for the clear markings of the teacher and student uniform, he would never have guessed that he was a teacher.

Well, well, well. So the blonde is a relative of the prince and also the highest official of the kingdom. And this is actually the Director of the Academy. The oldest person I have ever met. And the Doctor of the Mind... Yeah, the conversation promises to be difficult.

As soon as he entered and assessed them, small smiles appeared on the lips of Elton, Archon and the Director. Dylan nodded to himself, realizing that his assessment was not a secret for them at all, and sat down on the chair that stood opposite.

He sat for a while in silence while everyone assessed him. He didn't like this psychological game anymore and he suspected that it was all because of the blonde. After waiting for a while, teacher Elton started the conversation in a casual manner.

"How did your meeting with Limia go?"

Dylan smiled a little and wanted to make some sarcastic comment, but changed his mind.

"Everything is fine, it was a joyful reunion. And I need to send someone to my room to fix and clean the walls."

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Elton accepted his answer with an awkward nod, and the Archon and the Director smiled brighter. Only the Mind Healer did not understand what he meant.

"Limia used to be quite irritable, and ruling an entire county hasn't softened her up. But that's not what we're talking about today, we're talking about how you passed the first stage of training." The Director said, looking at Dylan.

Dylan just nodded, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Professor Elton, please tell us again about how Dylan got through camp." The Director continued.

"Of course." He replied and without delay began with their first meeting.

Elton began to describe his first arrival at the camp and how he easily agreed to hand over all his equipment besides the [Sword of the Nascent Spirit], how he easily found a common language with the prince and how he fought together with the others against the Ent. Elton continued to talk about his successes without leaving out the little facts, for example, how he helped Evander to make various strategies and seriously influenced his decisions, how he protected Linella from the attacks of the higher nobility and used violence against him. The picture gradually began to take shape and Dylan saw how the Mind Healer gradually began to admire him. But the Director and the Archon did not change their expressions at all, a slight smile still played on them.

Elton continued to tell more and more details about him that made him feel uncomfortable, and when he began to describe his relationship with Linella, and later with Kaeti, he could no longer sit still.

Bastards, what's the point of all this?

After revealing these facts, the mind healer smiled awkwardly and continued to listen to Elton with great interest. After a few minutes, Elton began to talk about the main battle, where he noted that Dylan showed good tactical thinking in the fight with his opponents and slightly adjusted the prince's strategy.

Dylan would have been happy if that was the end of it, but Elton began to describe in a very colorful way how he fought hundreds of orcs with a sword and how crazy his behavior was at that moment. Elton later added that all the emotions that Dylan experienced disappeared without a trace as soon as he felt danger, but later reappeared when he decided to attack the Shaman's daughter, while showing absolutely no fear.

"I have nothing more to add on this."

"Well, thank you Professor Elton for your observations. How would you characterize Dylan?" the Director asked.

"I would say that he behaves like an average young man of his age, not taking into account his high level of fighting skill."

"Okay, okay. Dylan, maybe you have something to say?"

Dylan thought before he answered, first of all, what did they want to hear from him? That he regretted giving in a little to the madness of the moment? He didn't regret it, and there was no point in lying with the Archon sitting next to him.

"No, dear Director."

"Okay, Dylan, now each of us will ask the questions that interest us, and you will answer or not answer, it's all at your discretion."

"Certainly."

The Director nodded to the Mind Healer and the endless stream of questions began. The man was primarily interested in how he made decisions and what his personality was like. Dylan answered most of the time, but when it came to his special skill, he asked to start the next question. For an hour, the healer questioned him and finally he was satisfied.

"It was nice talking to you Dylan, all I have left to do is check if you have any injuries or abnormalities that I couldn't find during our conversation. If you allow me, I'll use mind magic on you?"

Dylan had originally expected something like this to happen, so he nodded and adjusted his senses to see his magic.

The healer stood up from his place and walked closer to him. Placing his hands near his head, he began to weave a spell of form, Dylan tried to see something but without direct vision, he only felt a strange affinity of mana and nothing more. After a few minutes, the man turned to him.

"Dylan, this might feel unpleasant right now, you need to be prepared and calm in responding to the spell."

Dylan nodded again and felt the effect of the spell. He slightly tensed up from an unknown feeling and wanted to break the spell with his aura, but he did not do so, as he calmed down after a moment. Dylan concentrated on the sensations that the spell caused. At first there was a very frightening feeling, but then there was nothing remarkable, he just sat and felt small changes in the Mana of the mind.

The spell lasted for about 10 minutes, after finishing the Mind Healer sighed and sat down at his place.

"Everything is fine, I don't see any bad changes in the brain. The aggression could be related to the moment, or forced thinking, perhaps his upbringing played a big role in this. There is also a small point about the fact that Dylan seems too goal-oriented, perhaps there is nothing bad in this. But I would just advise him to rest more often and not to dwell on something. It may be worth giving him medication, but I do not think that it is necessary. Also, I do not think that there are any problems with his personality type, he is a teenager and will soon become much calmer."

The Director nodded gratefully to the Mind Healer while the Archon pondered his words.

"Thank you for your time, Teacher Vidence, you may go and prepare for the next lesson." The Principal said with a polite smile.

"Of course, Mr. Director." The mind healer bowed and left the office without further ado.

After he left, Dylan braced himself for the most unpleasant part of the meeting.

"I think there's no point in delaying this conversation, we know that you're Dylan Reincarnator, as are several other students in your class. But you don't have to worry about that, the Academy will put all its efforts into your training."

"I wasn't worried about it." Dylan replied calmly, which surprised everyone a little. Most of all, everyone was surprised by his calm acceptance of the situation.

"Are you aware of the Archdemon's arrival?" As soon as the Director said that word, the slight smile on the archon's face disappeared and hatred began to show in her eyes.

"Yes." Dylan answered just as easily.

"Okay, but you don't understand what kind of creatures these are?"

"Someone very strong, capable of taking over the world once the gods decide to intervene."

"One Archdemon could potentially do it, but it's unlikely. And that's assuming the [Guardians of the World] don't interfere, but if he brings an army of demons, he'll be a very serious threat. I see that you lack an understanding of the seriousness of what's happening, I'll have someone bring you books on these topics."

"Thank you very much."

"Well, dear Archon, do you have any questions?"

"No, unless you want to tell me what world you came from, or tell me about a skill you don't want to reveal, perhaps you could tell me about your unique class?" Archon said with a predatory smile, enjoying Dylan's reaction.

At first, Dylan felt a little relief, which was still reflected on his face, but then each next question made him worry more and more, and this was easily visible through his mask of calm.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. Don't worry, everyone has secrets." Sandria laughed brightly, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Okay, that's the end of our conversation, Dylan, you can go to your room and get ready for your upcoming classes."

"Thank you very much, respected Director, Archon, Teacher Elton." Dylan said as he stood up from his chair and bowed to everyone before leaving the office. As he left, he could only think about how unpleasant people were. In his opinion, this conversation was completely unnecessary for them or for him.

Now, I just feel extra anxiety. I'm sure that all the awkward and difficult moments were solely to understand my personality, perhaps to understand whether I will be a danger in the future?