I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 221 The Worrying President

So what's the use of this?

Upon hearing this, Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.

This kind of magic is like chocolate that tastes like shit; it always makes it difficult to choose when faced with a desperate situation.

"Ms. Wind Chime, is there anything else?"

The blond boy quickly pressed for an answer.

If even the magic master who created "Shapeshifting" can't do it, Ron will have to gamble on his luck.

Let him learn this half-finished teleportation technique and see if there's any new opportunity.

"No, that's all."

Ms. Wind Chime shook her head with a wry smile, clearly having given it her all.

A long silence suddenly fell over the magic fireplace.

Just then, Ron, who was about to gamble on his luck, suddenly heard a gasp.

"That's a brilliant idea; she's just as good as my friend."

"The idea is good, but the knowledge is lacking. Are all the younger generation wasting their talents like this nowadays?"

"As expected, each generation is worse than the last."

Grandma Fiona!
How could I have almost forgotten about her?
This is truly a case of being jolted awake from a deathbed, only to find a new path opening up before you do.

As an ancient archmage who founded the Stardust Order, Fiona's greatest value as an avatar does not lie in her "legendary" all-out attack.

Her insights, her knowledge, and her logical thinking often achieve unexpected results in certain areas.

"Ms. Fiona, do you have a way to improve it?"

Ron asked nervously.

The arrogant senior did not agree immediately as usual, but instead asked Ron to fully unfold the scroll.

After scanning the entire area, it let out a haughty snort.

"Hmph, that's a bit difficult."

"Don't bother me for five days. Also, prepare more herbs to restore my soul and spirit. You juniors don't care about your seniors at all."

Five days? Is that still difficult?
Upon hearing this, Ron couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "A senior is a senior indeed; even his pretentiousness is so refreshing and unconventional."

At that moment, his heavy heart felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.

"Ms. Wind Chime, this is it."

-

After having afternoon tea with Ms. Wind Chime and humbly seeking her advice on dating, Ron rushed back to the Gothic building.

It was nearly 5 p.m. when he knocked on the wooden door of the president's office.

"Please come in."

A voice, like that of a lark, yet with an undeniable mature charm, came from inside the office.

That voice belongs to the witch...

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pushed open the door to enter.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he was suddenly stunned.

The office layout was exactly the same as before, except that it was different from the scene I had imagined, where Olivia and Elena were both there.

At this moment, the president was nowhere to be seen, while Elena was sitting in her signature office chair.

Upon seeing Ron arrive alone, the witch immediately revealed a lewd smile, her deep blue-purple eyes seemingly concealing a turbulent tide.

She imitated Olivia, placing her two legs, clad in white lace stockings, on the table.

Unlike the president's long, slender legs, the witch deliberately lifted her skirt, revealing the tight stockings clinging to her soft flesh and the barely visible bottom of her skirt.

Ron seemed to faintly hear the stockings' mournful cries, as if Elena could tear them apart with just a little force.

This plump, mature charm is enough to make any man kneel at her feet like a dog. "Hey, little one, missed me?"

"It seems like it's been ages since we last met alone."

"I'm in a good mood," the witch said. Seeing that Ron's gaze kept drifting towards her legs, she couldn't help but smile and deliberately lifted her skirt again.

"The underwear I'm wearing is a second-hand item you bought... But, based on what I know about Olivia, she definitely wouldn't wear white underwear with a pink bow."

"So tell me, whose are these secondhand underwear?"

As she spoke, the witch forcefully closed her legs, causing Ron's eyelids to twitch wildly.

Oh no, we've been targeted by that perverted woman!
"Um, Ms. Elena, it's very important to pay attention to personal hygiene."

Ron offered a tactful reminder, then quickly changed the subject:

Where is Ms. Olivia?

Upon hearing this, the witch immediately snorted coldly.

"Olivia, Olivia, all you ever think about is Olivia. Why don't you just spend your life with her? What do I lack compared to her?"

"Or do you prefer a violent maniac who can trample you underfoot and beat you up at the slightest provocation?"

"Hmph~ Little guy, I didn't know you had this kind of fetish..."

What is all this?!
Ron's lips twitched, feeling utterly exhausted.

Of all the women he knew, the witch who stole his first kiss was the most difficult to deal with.

His behavior was so extreme that he always pushed the boundaries and came up with new tricks, and he couldn't stop talking about sex. It really lived up to the old saying of the chairman.

If you've already got one, go to the bathroom and unclog it yourself!
Ron wanted to shout at her, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage, fearing that the witch below would use him as a tool to clear the way.

“Ms. Elena, I have very important information. I know the true purpose of Cyrus VII!”

What is the real purpose?

Upon hearing this, Elena's alluring expression and the flush on her face faded slightly, and she raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly as she said:
“Olivia has gone into seclusion; she wants to see if she can absorb more divine qualities.”

"If you had been there, you might have been able to persuade her, after all, she wasn't even a demigod, and she hadn't fully mastered immortality..."

“Is this dangerous?”

Hearing this, Ron asked with considerable concern.

"of course."

"Tch, just as willful as ever. She wants to carry everything herself."

Elena nodded firmly, but couldn't hide her worry.

“Divinity affects everything; we pursue it, understand it, and ultimately become it.”

“Every kind of divinity is unique, so only by possessing it can one be revered as a demigod.”

At this point, the witch paused, then continued:
"Legends may be powerful, but they are still human after all. How can the boundary between humans and gods be so easily broken?"

"Olivia must have lost her mind. If she fails, she'll be overthrown by the concept of divinity and become an idiot. She's already an idiot enough, otherwise she would never have come up with such a crazy idea."

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly recalled Olivia's confident demeanor when they discussed the plan a few days ago.

Perhaps she had already made this plan back then. Since she couldn't figure out what Cyrus VII wanted, she might as well increase her strength to become a demigod and go straight for him!

That's classic Olivia Palermo thinking!

Hearing the witch describe the terrible consequences, Ron regretted not being more careful at the time; otherwise, he would never have failed to realize the chairman's thoughts.

"Ms. Elena, didn't you stop her then?"

A deathly silence suddenly fell over the office.

Seeing the witch staring intently at him, Ron's lips twitched.

Ok
Once Olivia makes up her mind, nothing can change it, a fact Ron knows all too well.

(End of this chapter)