I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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The meeting proceeded smoothly. Facing the issues raised by Loreleia, the democrats, feeling confident of victory, and with the support of Meastia, continued to provoke Bartholomew, a giant who had stood in the Mage's Association for over a thousand years.

"I'm telling you, Orange, they really dare to speak out. They want to interfere in the operation and decision-making of the Political and Legal Affairs Department, and even want to intervene in the Political and Legal Affairs Department's power structure in the outside world. Aren't they afraid of overdoing it?"

"Who knows? A bunch of idiots kept in the dark. Only Lorelia is still sitting there. Anyone else would probably have rolled up their sleeves and started fighting."

Aozaki Aoko: Don't call.

While Kenneth and Aozaki Touko were commentating from the sidelines, the atmosphere inside the meeting room had become tense under the pressure from the democrats. Feeling that the atmosphere was about right, Kenneth, who had been observing from the sidelines, finally decided to enter.

“Orange, contact Morgan. It’s time to get rid of those bugs. There’s no rush with Albion. It’s time to get those people in the Advent Department, Creation Department, and all the Basic Departments moving.”

The sound of the door lock turning was drowned out by the intense sounds of the game. The conference room door opened from the outside, and as footsteps approached, the noisy conference room fell into a deathly silence. Amidst the deliberately suppressed breathing and the screech of chairs being dragged, everyone in the conference room turned their gaze to the man whose appearance had drastically changed.

"What's wrong? Are you surprised by my appearance? Oh, by the way, don't mind me. I've already stepped down from my position as monarch. I'm just here to listen in. You can continue."

Kenneth waved the back of his hand, indicating that the power representing El-Melloi had been handed over, then crossed his legs, picked up his tea, and casually glanced at the seemingly composed Lord Euphoria.

"Hmm, let me see. The Archaeology Department wants to expand. The location? El-Melloi's classroom? Sure, I think that's fine. The Conjuration Department wants to incorporate the Mineral Resources Department's sub-department. I think that's fine too. Since you want it, teacher, how can I, as your student, refuse? The Creation Department and all the Basic Departments..."

Although his voice was soft, Kenneth's words clearly reached everyone's ears. No one made a sound to disturb him, and Kenneth was in no hurry. He slowly finished flipping through the documents in his hands, leaning back in his chair as if he had no objection.

"Lord El-Melloi..."

"Don't call me that name. I'm just an ordinary magician now. You guys continue, I'm listening."

Baruyeleta, the old lady had barely opened her mouth when Kenneth interrupted her. Seeing the other woman's ever-changing expression, Kenneth immediately put on a serious listening face.

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After adjusting her mindset, the old lady who could beat Aozaki Touko turned her head to look at Loreleia, who was sitting in the first seat.

"Lord Barthemello, I'm not feeling well, may I go ahead?"

In the brief moment Kenneth appeared, the elderly woman had already guessed something. To avoid greater losses, she gave a wink to Trampelio, who was on the same side, and without waiting for Lorelia's reply, she got up and walked towards the door of the conference room. The next second, the emptiness behind the door made the weathered old woman gasp.

"This is... otherworldly transformation, Lord El-Melloi. It seems you've made considerable progress in your magical arts during this time!"

Having failed to break the spell, Baruyeleta, realizing the current situation, closed the door and returned to the conference table, staring at the man sitting opposite her. This weathered old man had already identified the culprit behind such a dramatic change.

"Oh, not at all, it's just some low-class nonsense. Also, please don't call me by that name anymore, I've already retired."

"Archibold, who has openly imprisoned the monarch of the Clock Tower, do you know what your actions represent?"

By labeling people and using her power to intimidate them, Balyereta, who now understood that she could not leave alone, incited the other monarchs present. However, facing the suddenly appearing Kenneth, whose true strength was unknown, this otherworldly transformation had opened the eyes of these magicians. The noble faction remained unmoved, and those who thought they had not offended Kenneth to death dared not step forward. Now, only Transpelio, Euriffis, and Meastia, who was trying to waver again, could stand with Balyereta.

"What does it represent? I don't think there's anything wrong with my behavior. I said I'm here to listen in, and as a listener, I haven't left yet. How can the main characters leave first?"

"Kenneth, don't push your luck, even if..."

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The ground shattered and plunged into the void. Except for the round table and the chairs where the heads of each department sat, everything in the conference room was swallowed up by the alternate dimension below. The flowing mercury roughly pushed Euryphus, who had slammed his fist on the table, back down. Only then did Kenneth look up at the group of old guys opposite him.

"You, have you made a mistake? I am the one who willingly sat down to listen, not someone you dragged here to listen. So, my dear teacher, please begin your performance before I finish listening."

Though his voice was soft, his long-suppressed arrogance already surpassed that of a monarch. His voice echoed, and after a collective gasp, the empty conference room fell silent once again upon Kenneth's return.

Chapter 122 Humiliation Begins

Killing is the lowest form of decency. As one of the Bones said, death is the greatest mercy. For these high-ranking magicians, the greatest humiliation to their self-righteous pride is to look down on them with an arrogant contempt. To make these people watch their possessions crumble bit by bit, to make their desperate struggles futile, to give them hope, and then to make them despair—that is what Kenneth does.

"Teacher, why aren't you saying anything? Are you unable to speak properly? Tsk, you're really getting old. Let me see, what's the next topic again? Oh, it's that the Department of Spirit Conjuring wants to incorporate the sub-department of the Department of Minerals. Teacher, hurry up and state your position. Even if you're not feeling well, don't waste everyone's time. I'm listening."

Humiliation, unparalleled humiliation. Her frail body trembled violently. The conference room fell silent again after Kenneth's voice disappeared, leaving only heavy breathing. Realizing that the situation was difficult to salvage, the shrewd old lady, Balyleta, subtly signaled Lord Euphoria to quickly state his agenda.

"Kenneth, this isn't over yet!!"

"How could it be over? Teacher, I've missed you so much these past few months. I'll definitely make sure to visit you properly in the coming days. Don't waste time, quickly state your thoughts. As your good disciple, I'll pass your proposal on behalf of El-Melloi."

Having witnessed Kenneth's unbelievable methods, and in order to return to the family and take charge as soon as possible, Euryphus suppressed his rapidly rising blood pressure and, with heavy breathing, repeated the topic that everyone present had already heard before...

"Does anyone have anything to add? If not, let's begin the vote."

As Lorelia finished speaking, four blue lights representing approval lit up, eight red lights representing opposition lit up, and four blue lights represented Euryphus, Balyleta, Transpelio, and Kenneth, representing El-Melloi. Kenneth glanced at Meastia, who had switched sides again, and looked unmoved at Lorelia, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Regarding the proposal to include the sub-faculties of the Mineral Science Department into the Department of Spirituality, the vote was 8 to 4, rejected."

Giving Kenneth face, after the verdict was over, Loreleia didn't announce the next topic but closed her eyes and drifted off into daydreams. At this moment, the magicians, who now fully understood who was in charge of this meeting, all turned their gazes to Kenneth. Facing everyone's gaze, Kenneth thought for a moment before slowly picking up the documents on the table.

"Hmm, let me see... Where was the meeting again? Oh, it's about the Department of Spirit Conjuring wanting to include the sub-department of the Department of Minerals. Teacher, what are you sitting there for? This is a topic for the Department of Spirit Conjuring, it's your turn to perform!"

"Kenneth, don't push your luck!!"

"Teacher, what are you saying? You are my good teacher. As your student, I can't even be filial enough to you, how could I possibly bully you? Come on, come on, time is running out!"

With veins bulging beneath his skin, Euryphus stood up at the urging of Balyleta and Transpelio, his eyes bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and reiterated the previous points...

Four times, a full four times, on the same issue, Kenneth used the same vote to thoroughly humiliate his opponent. Looking at Euryphus, who was about to faint, Kenneth yawned without any hesitation. If he wasn't worried about Euryphus being carried out, Kenneth would have really wanted to do it a few more times.

"It's been rejected? What a pity. I was really looking forward to giving those departments to you, Professor. It seems no one is willing."

Kenneth delivered another blow to the already fainting Euryphus, slowly picking up the bill and flipping through it page by page at an extremely slow pace.

"Well, where are we? Oh, it's the Archaeology Department that wants El-Melloi's classrooms. No problem, no problem, we're all buddies, why write so formally? I've made the decision, those classrooms are yours for the Archaeology Department. Please don't think El-Melloi can't offer anything good. By the way, we still need to go through the formalities. Lord Meastia, come and state your opinion. Everyone's busy, don't waste time."

Sensing Kenneth's gaze upon her, and having already grasped the situation, Meastia immediately destroyed the proposal in her hand in front of everyone, looking apologetically at Kenneth, who was pretending to listen.

"Lord El-Melloi is joking. We are brother disciplines. How could the Archaeology Department possibly want El-Melloi's things? It's all because my subordinates are ignorant and misunderstood me. My original proposal was to give the Archaeology Department's classrooms to El-Melloi. I only just realized that there was a problem with the proposal. As an atonement, I will definitely visit him to apologize another day."

"Is that so? Lord Meastia, you truly are my good brother, but rules must still be followed. How about this, Lord Basemelo, could you add my good brother's topic to the discussion right here?"

"can."

Without giving Meastia any chance to refuse, how could Loreleia, who had teamed up with Kenneth to direct this play, possibly oppose Kenneth's ideas?

"That's all right now, Lord Mayastia. Let's get started. I went to great lengths to get you this opportunity to correct your mistakes. Don't keep everyone waiting; there's still a lot to discuss."

With a look of delight on his face, thinking that Kenneth intended to let the matter drop, Mayastia quickly organized his thoughts and immediately quoted his price. In addition to the so-called classrooms, Mayastia also offered benefits that would make any family envious. Everyone understood that these were the things that the archaeology department had swallowed up during this period. When Mayastia mentioned that he was going to apologize in person, the three members of the democratic faction immediately cursed this opportunist in their hearts.

"Does anyone have any objections? If not, let's begin the vote."

At this moment, apart from the red light lit up by the democrats and the blue light lit up by Meastia, no one in the room made a move, and once again turned their attention to Kenneth, who was so idle that he was picking his ears.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Since no one wants to speak up, I'll speak up first. Mineralogy and Archaeology have always been sister disciplines, practically inseparable friends and family. It's not worth ruining our relationship over something like this..."

All that was said was nonsense; the only implication was that Kenneth highly valued Melasma. Just when everyone thought Kenneth would agree, a red light appeared.

“How could I accept something from my good brother? Our relationship shouldn’t be ruined over such petty gains, don’t you think, Lord Mayastia!”

As Kenneth voted, the families who understood his meaning immediately cast their votes against it. Eleven to one, except for Meastia himself, the vote was unanimously against it. With a mocking smile, Kenneth completely ignored Meastia's intentions and continued to flip through the files in his hands.

"Hmm, let me see. What's next? It's a joint proposal from the Creativity Department and all the Basic Departments, about the reorganization of the Political Science and Law Department. Lord Baleyeta and Lord Transpelio, which of you can explain this? I'm listening."

Upon exchanging a glance, Tramberg stood up. If looks could kill, Kenneth might have already fallen several times over under Tramberg's gaze.

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With Kenneth's interference, the meeting proceeded at an extremely slow pace, while at the Clock Tower, Aozaki Touko and Morgan, as part of the plan, were swiftly eliminating those who tried to interfere. Today, with Kenneth's return, the Clock Tower has been completely transformed.

Chapter 123 Visitors Arrive in Succession

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With the last item rejected, the broken ground was restored, but none of the magicians present left their seats. They were waiting for the person who truly had the right to declare the meeting over to leave.

With a snap, Kenneth slammed the file shut, stretched, and let out a lazy yawn that reached everyone present.

"It feels so familiar. I never thought I'd get to experience something like this again after I stepped down. Thank you all for your cooperation. It made my dream as a retired magician come true. I had a lot of fun today, and I hope it will be just as lively next time."

As Kenneth spoke, the sound of three chairs rubbing together rang out. After the humiliation, the three democratic figures walked out of the meeting room expressionlessly. The next second, Meastia, a professional fence-sitter, followed suit. With one person taking the lead, the sound of friction rose and fell. The neutral faction and some monarchs who were not closely related to El-Melloi also left the meeting room one after another. In just over ten seconds, the meeting room, which was originally full of people, was left with only the four noble families.

"Archibold, congratulations on your safe return. Do you have a moment?"

"Yes, I'll go to the minerals department in a bit..."

After seeing off the old director and Lydia's agent, only Kenneth and Lorelia remained in the conference room. Kenneth took a step back in his chair and relaxed, putting his legs up on the conference table. Lorelia didn't pay attention to Kenneth's actions and picked up the now-cold tea, looking at Kenneth.

"Archibold, what are you planning to do with those guys?"

He controlled the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid to bring himself a teacup, rocked the chair beneath him, and frowned. Under Kenneth's perception, several curses had already locked onto him.

"How should we handle this? We've already crossed the line, so there's no need to hide anything. If we're going to take action, let's go all out. Isn't that what you're thinking?"

"I see. It seems I was overthinking it. I thought you would consider Sora's thoughts."

He pursed his lips, then with a thud, as the chair beneath him straightened, Kenneth sat back down at the conference table.

"Sola, who is she? You're probably going to be busy these days. Quite a few people will be trying to get into the Political and Legal Affairs Department. Although they're all small fry, a large number of them can still yield some results."

"Don't worry about that, the magicians in the Political Science and Law Department are professionals..."

Stepping out of the conference room, Kenneth stood once again in the clock tower corridor after half a year. Whispers arose, and despite the crowded corridor, the magicians studying at the clock tower automatically moved to the sides in the face of this drastically changed monarch.

Stepping into the long-awaited office, Kenneth found Aozaki Touko, who had been waiting for a long time, sitting in Kenneth's executive chair, smoking a cigarette. After closing the door, Kenneth sat on the sofa for guests, just like a visiting guest.

"how is the situation?"

"I'm doing quite well here. Morgan has already activated the spell left by Albion. Those guys who worked for your Euryphus family are going to turn into fossils."

With his legs propped up on the sofa armrests, Kenneth, who no longer needed to feign aristocratic manners, lay back on the sofa, using his arms as cushions.

"I'm finally back."

"Phew—welcome back. How does it feel to be a magician?"

With most of the pressure gone, Kenneth was finally able to relax his tense nerves, close his eyes, and feel a long-lost sense of peace that left him feeling somewhat lost.

"I don't feel anything. The more I get, the more trouble I have. Sure enough, desires will keep expanding."

"Well, so what are your plans now? Let me make this clear: I've had enough of the past six months, so don't even think about trying to tie me down here."

Kenneth rolled over, looking at the empty space in front of him, and conjured a translucent white crystal containing the aura of the Third Law, tossing it to Aozaki Touko on the boss's chair.

"Why say it so harshly? Can something that's consensual be called 'tying'? This thing should be very useful to you. Stop slacking off. Those old geezers have already gone back. Don't you want to see what your teacher looks like now?"

"Now that you mention it, I'm no longer sleepy. I'll take the things. Boss, you can contemplate life for yourself."

The door closed, and Kenneth closed his eyes again, quietly waiting for the guest to appear.

"Move over a bit, give this old man some space. You young people don't know how to respect your elders."

Squinting his eyes, Zelrich grumbled and nudged Kenneth's leg before plopping down next to him. Kenneth was puzzled all day; his office had turned into a brothel, where anyone could just come and go as they pleased.

"Quickly, make room for me! And you didn't even make me a cup of tea when the guest came in."

Too lazy to even move, Kenneth ignored the grumbling Gem Elder and directed Moon Spirit Essence Liquid to bring him a bottle of water.

"No tea. I haven't had any for half a year. Just make do with this. What do you need me for?"

Despite having only met once, Kenneth didn't bother with formalities with the Gem Elder. He got up and carefully put away the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid. Seeing that the Gem Elder seemed interested in the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, Kenneth casually tossed the test tube to him.

"I'm here for no other reason than that you've gone a bit too far today, and it's going to be very difficult for me to edit. For the sake of my old back, I'll be frank: the Magic Association can't be without the three major families. You should probably think twice about that."

As Kenneth pondered Gemstone's words, his mind began to race. Without this concept, things would be very vague, and with only three major families, Kenneth had a lot of room to maneuver. Without affecting the outcome, Kenneth wouldn't mind training a few more dogs.

"Just the three major families?"

"The three major families cannot be neglected in their studies. Young friend, please try to leave some face for those families. If there are too many abnormalities, I will be too busy to handle them."

"I see. I understand. I have no intention of taking over those messes. I don't want my tool to be unable to even get three hours of quality sleep."

Weber: Listen to me, thank you.

He came suddenly and left suddenly. The water in the bottle was still sloshing, and the Gemstone Elder, who was sitting next to Kenneth just a second ago, disappeared from the office the next second.

"That's true. Oh well, I can ask about the law another time."

After being disturbed, Kenneth lost the will to continue slacking off and returned to his chair. Before he could even settle in, the knocking on the door started again.

"Hey! They've really got the hang of being a brothel!"

As Kenneth had expected, the visitor was none other than the old director, Marisbury. Kenneth also knew Marisbury's purpose: whether the Holy Grail had the power to grant wishes. Just as Kenneth was about to persuade the other party to give up the idea of ​​establishing Chaldea, the old director's words completely stunned Kenneth.

"Archibold, I have found the contract of the Atlas Institute. The Atlas Institute has agreed to manufacture a pseudo-spiritual calculation device for me. What is the status of the Holy Grail?"

At that moment, Kenneth felt as if the knife he had just moved away was now at his neck again.

Chapter 124 The Old Director of PUA

On the surface, he maintained a thoughtful demeanor, but in his heart, a storm was raging. He had taken Rafe away, the Holy Grail was corrupted, and all the premises for the establishment of Chaldea had been blocked. How did Marisbury still manage to find Atlas's contract?

"Animusfia, you want to know if the Holy Grail has the power to grant wishes, right?"