I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 201 Beat them!
"President, it's not necessarily what you mean by that."

Ron pretended not to understand and continued to ask questions, his confusion on his little face appearing genuine and not feigned.

"Hey Ron, I'm only telling you this today, so don't go around telling everyone!"

Don't worry, President, I definitely won't go around spreading rumors.
The blond boy silently grumbled to himself.

Seeing her trusted subordinate quickly nod in response, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief before speaking with restraint:
“Fiona is very good, but she's still a bit behind you in terms of strength.”

"Oh? What's wrong with it?"

Ron quickly pressed for more information.

"Hmph, is that even a question? Of course it's wisdom!"

The president raised his head and glanced disdainfully at the foolish Ron.

This kid doesn't even know how to flatter. At this point, you should be shouting admiringly, "Wow, President, you're so amazing!"

"Let me put it this way. According to records, the Papacy was weak more than a thousand years ago and suffered a major blow in that disaster."

"The Enlightenment Church, which has suffered the same fate as the Vatican, had to make changes and shrink its sphere of influence, and today it has become the Enlightenment Academy."

“But the Vatican is different. Fiona actually backed down and compromised when faced with that Pope from back then. If it were me, I would have taken the opportunity to kick that Pope in the back and break his back.”

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much trouble now!"

President, you're getting a bit too angry. The Pope back then was a good person.
Ron silently complained to himself, his blue eyes filled with even more sympathy.

The long-standing animosity between the Mage Association and the Church of God is a tradition that has been passed down and is not limited to any particular president or pope.

"So, President, you mean Ms. Fiona is not as good as you, and her IQ isn't very high either?"

Olivia found this kind of flattery utterly strange.

However, considering that Lady Fiona was a figure from a thousand years ago, a few words of insults wouldn't be enough for her to crawl out of the underworld to settle scores with him.

So the president nodded reservedly.

"Correct!"

Upon hearing this, Ron's pupils dilated, and he waved his arms in alarm.

"President, how could you say that about Ms. Fiona?"

"She is a heroine of the Kingdom of Oran!"

"I've always admired her."

Hearing this, Olivia frowned. "Ron, have you taken the wrong medicine today? You get the hell out of here!"

Her confident words were abruptly cut off halfway through.

Because, without anyone noticing, a woman with long light pink hair and purple eyes suddenly appeared beside Ron.

She wasn't tall, but she had the air of a true elder, looking at me with a gloomy expression and downturned lips.

Fiona!
Fiona who looks exactly like the "Stardust Crown" Fiona portrait!
"Hahaha, Ron, you little rascal!"

The president pointed at the boy and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

The next moment, she laughed and jumped out of the office chair, clenched her fist and punched the golden retriever on the head.

Since things had come to this point, there was no need to say more; Olivia understood that she had been tricked by Ron again.

As one of the most powerful people on the Oran Continent, the Guild Master immediately recognized that Fiona was a fragmented soul.

As for where the soul came from, there's no need to elaborate, because Olivia remembers that Ron had a talisman given to him by Fiona.

You bastard, how dare you cheat me like this?!

I hate it!!!
The president was internally screaming, unsure whether to stand or sit.

He could only grit his teeth and deliver another heavy punch to Ron.

"President, you're the one who said bad things about me, why did you hit me?"

Rontian shamelessly questioned.

You fucking have the nerve to ask?!
Anger welled up inside her, and evil thoughts took hold. The black-haired woman stepped forward, grabbed Ron by the collar, and slammed him to the floor. She was about to spank him.

Just then, a soft cough came from the president's office. "Ahem, I didn't expect that the Stardust Society of the younger generation would be so inferior to the previous one."

Olivia's lips twitched; she was somewhat at a loss for how to face her arrogant senior who had spoken ill of her to her face.
So all he could do was kick Ron while mimicking Elena's overly familiar and cheeky manner, saying:
"Oh, I was just joking, teasing the kid~"

"Don't you think so, Ron, huh!?"

As she spoke, her amber eyes looked at the boy who had gotten up from the ground, the naked threat in her eyes no longer concealed.

"Yes, yes, Ms. Fiona, Olivia does indeed enjoy joking."

Ron scratched his head rather reluctantly.

Hearing this, the arrogant senior's expression softened considerably. She raised her chin and snorted, "Hmph, then I'll just take it as a joke."

Immediately, Fiona walked gracefully to the president's "throne" and sat down very elegantly.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and forcefully took Ron's chair.

As for Ron, he looked around but didn't see any extra seats, so he could only stand obediently behind the president.

The office was unusually quiet; no one spoke for a long time.

"President, aren't you going to say something?"

Suddenly, Olivia felt Ron poke her shoulder with his finger.

I'm talking nonsense!

The black-haired woman glared at her subordinate with annoyance, then looked at the composed senior colleague.

"Are you really Ms. Fiona?"

"Hmph, current president of the Stardust Guild, aren't you smarter than me? Can't you see this?"

Grandma Fiona raised her chin.

Olivia blushed and was speechless for a moment.

However, Fiona didn't dwell on the matter. Instead, she briefly recounted her origins, then remarked with an air of maturity:

"The Kingdom of Oran looks exactly the same as before. What an unfilial bunch of descendants! After more than a thousand years, they've only developed into this pathetic state."

Olivia and Ron exchanged a glance, neither daring to speak.

After a long while, Fiona finally came to her senses and looked at Olivia.

"Your name is Olivia, right? I've heard the younger generation mention you. You're a talented little one. Keep up the good work."

"Sigh~ After all these years, I've finally found someone decent."

Grandma Fiona sighed to herself, but Ron felt increasingly awkward listening to her. He raised his hand with a strange expression and asked:
“Ms. Fiona, you must have been very young when I met you.”

"From a time management perspective, you're no different from a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old, so why are you sighing like this?"

Yes!

The president, belatedly realizing this, turned his attention, along with Ron, to Fiona, who considered herself a senior.

The old man froze, as if someone had ripped off his cloak, and his face instantly turned bright red.

She glanced at Ron with a hostile look and proudly raised her chin.

"I was just lamenting how things have changed."

"But didn't you say that the Kingdom of Oran is no different now than before?"

Ron raised his hand and asked again.

Upon hearing this, Grandma Fiona couldn't hold back any longer. She puffed out her cheeks and glared angrily at Ron.

"Junior, no wonder you can put your arm around Hainlet's shoulder, you two are equally despicable!"

"Olivia, hit her!"

"okay."

(End of this chapter)