Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 8/Ch 76 - The Small Resistance

"Just this way, Fleming," Ms. Florence spoke, as Allen followed behind her.

"Right," Allen said with a slight nod.

After Ms. Florence's unexpected explanation yesterday regarding her past involving William and Ellen, in addition to her real thoughts that he was completely unaware of until now, Allen now followed her to Walter Garet's office, the other and now only vice director of the academy.

Ms. Florence described it as a "small resistance" formed in order to "fight back" against Ellen and her ways she's begun to impose as the new head director, with the resistance currently consisting of only Ms. Florence herself, and Walter Garet.

After Allen had informed her that he may be interested in joining, Ms. Florence explained that she would take him to Walter's office, where they would talk further. They have a few others in mind to add to their "group", but at the moment it is only the two of them, plus Allen if he does choose to join.

"One word of advice, Fleming," Ms. Florence stopped for a moment, and turned back to him.

"Yes?"

"While Walter's office may be a little away from Ellen's now office, I would assume you would know to exercise caution regardless," she gave him a short glare, to help emphasize how important it was.

"I understand," Allen agreed. After all, even Allen could understand the repercussions if Ellen had found out about them.

"Good," she gave him a slight nod, before they continued.

Without much interruptions, they managed to make it to Mr. Garet's office. It happened to be really close to once Ms Clark's office, but sadly she's not here anymore.

Ms. Florence knocked on the door a few times, in what seemed to be a sort of code. After a few moments, they heard a voice from within, after clearing their throat.

"Come in"

Ms. Florence quickly opened the door, almost pushing Allen inside, and then locking the door behind them. Finally adjusting to his surroundings, Allen noticed there wasn't really much remarkable about Mr. Garet's office.

Other than Mr. Garet's desk and a few chairs within the room, Allen could have almost mistook his room for a large closet. In fact, it was about as remarkable as Ms. Florence's office, minus the dust.

"Take a seat," Mr. Garet advised them, as he was leaned back into his chair, arms crossed and eyes closed. If he hadn't spoken, Allen almost would have thought he was sleeping in his chair.

Allen took a chair from the side of the room, and placed it somewhat close to Mr. Garet's desk.

"I'll stand," Ms. Florence said without expression, choosing to stand close to Allen.

"Suit yourself," Mr. Garet said, as he finally opened his eyes. He gave Allen a quick glance, before turning to the stacks of paper on his desk, which happened to be neatly organized, unlike a certain someone Allen knows of.

After a few moments of silence, Allen was the first to speak up.

"So uh, when exactly are we talking about this?," he asked, a bit confused. After all, weren't they here to discuss about their 'small resistance' that Ms. Florence called it?

"We're just waiting on one other," Ms. Florence advised him, with a small sigh.

"A rather carefree and airheaded that one is," Mr. Garet shook his head. "But nonetheless, they will be able to provide us necessary support if they join"

"May I ask who you invited?," Allen asked, rather curious. After all, it would help if he knew exactly who he would be working with. He already had mixed feelings about Mr. Garet.