"In the end, your problem can't be solved just by using an air conditioner."

Damia waved her hand and the precise magical device returned to its original position.

Wow, this person actually said it. In this magical world, they uttered an incredible term. Even I would just call it an air conditioning device. This self-proclaimed strongest person in the world casually mentioned a name that doesn't belong in this world.

Hmm...the confidence of a powerful person, I understand, I understand.

"So, come up with a solution for me," Emile pointed to the side of her head that had been bald due to the mysterious fireball from Vakaka, "I can't show my face like this. If you don't come up with a solution, don't even think about continuing with your competition!"

Damia: "Well, whether we continue or not is no big deal..."

Me: "Hey, it's no big deal?"

"Cough, Amy-chan, even though you're currently unreasonably demanding answers from me and even threatening me with that broken staff, I have decided to generously show you a clear path," Star Diviner Damia leaned back in her chair, one hand behind her head and the other drawing circles in the air, exuding a lazy and elegant aura mixed with a bit of mischievous arrogance. "In our world, there is currently no magic specifically for promoting hair growth. But there's one thing I have to remind you—"

Emile pressed her ear and raised her head unconsciously upon hearing these words.

"And that is...you haven't grown at all since three or four years ago, including your hair growth."

Emile: "..."

Me: "..."

I couldn't help but hold Emile under my armpit and embrace her from below.

"Ahh, what, what, what just happened?"

Being caught off guard by my sudden ambiguous action, Emile forgot about her anger and blushed, stuttering.

"Emile, you..." I looked her up and down, estimating her height. "...don't give up, okay?"

Emile: "Huh?"

"Well, well, putting aside the height issue, aren't we trying to solve Amy-chan's hair problem?" Damia clapped her hands and diverted our attention to her. "Although there doesn't seem to be a solution based on what I just said, after all, I am the great Star Diviner Damia! If I say I'll show you a clear path, then I'll give you one."

The self-proclaimed great Star Diviner Damia didn't drag on further and instead clapped her hands. A picture composed of blue light spots emitting a faint glow appeared in the air between us, bursting with a technological feel that made me begin to doubt if Damia had taken a trip to my original world.

"This is the Cliff Mountain Range, located between the orc tribe and Sin City," Damia pointed at the map floating in the air. "You can find a medicine seller here who can help Emile with her bald problem."

"Good things shouldn't be delayed, let's go now. Which direction is the orc tribe and Sin City in? Oh right, Damia, you can open a portal for us, right?"

"Wait, wait, wait, have you forgotten that you're still working under me? How long have you been skipping work, thinking you can leave whenever you want? What about my creatively groundbreaking magic ping pong tournament? Molly Ann sweetheart is still one of the sixteen contenders that I've chosen!"

Emile: "Okay, Molly Ann sweetheart, let's go plow the playground first, then take care of all the participants there."

Me: ...

Damia: "No, no, that won't cover everyone and it's a bit inefficient. How about I just give you the list and you go search through the dormitory one by one?"

Me: ...

Watching the principal and teachers debate on "how to kill the participants with the least amount of time," I suddenly gained a full understanding of the teaching methods at the School of Balancing.

Anyone who can graduate in this environment must at least be a High Rank mage.

Otherwise, who would they reason with if the principal's idea tortured them to death?