"The Hermes School?"
Hearing Annan's inquiry, Bishop Daryl touched his bald head with a bit of distress, "Annan, you may not know, but I actually left the Royal Capital quite early. I've never heard of this thing you're mentioning.
"Or rather… The 'Hermes School' I know of may not be the one you're asking about. It could just be a coincidence in names."
"What about Nicolas Flamel then?"
Annan continued his questioning.
Upon hearing this name, Daryl's brow furrowed slightly.
His expression gradually became serious. He supported his belly with effort, struggling to sit up from the sofa and abandoned the comfortable posture of a happy homebody.
"Where did you hear this name?"
"It's that Hermes School. Their leader and founder is a person who calls himself 'Nicolas Flamel.'"
"You also said…"
Daryl repeated, "'calls himself.'"
"Indeed, he is self-proclaimed. But this Nicolas has long white curly hair, deep green eyes, and is a Gold-rank Wizard of the Transmutation School."
