I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

By the time dinner was over, night had completely enveloped the Royal Magic Academy.

Mia walked at the front, humming an unknown country folk song.

Joseph watched her still lively and energetic figure, his feelings a mix of emotions.

This guy, who barely reached his chest, actually devoured three servings of honey-glazed roasted ribs, one serving of roasted lamb chops, a whole plate of creamy mushroom escargot, two bowls of truffle soup, several large buttered breads, and the final, flaming ice cream.

Is this the blacksmith's daughter, or a granary disguised as a human?

At this moment, a muffled sound occasionally came from the training area in the distance, probably from some unlucky student still practicing basic spells.

Further away, the main tower's clock tower chimes.

Mia heard the bell and immediately looked up.

"It's seven o'clock!"

As if suddenly remembering something, she quickly took two steps to Joseph's side, her eyes sparkling as she asked:

"Sir, what time will we start practice tomorrow?"

Joseph stopped in his tracks.

He knew this meal wouldn't end so simply.

Mia had already started counting on her fingers:

  

"If I come a little earlier tomorrow, I can practice warming... uh, that molten iron mold for a while."

Then try making the frame thicker?

We might be able to show you the first version before noon!

Grace didn't say anything, but she hugged the notebook even tighter.

Joseph didn't need to turn around to imagine that she had probably already planned out tomorrow's practice schedule in her mind, and might even have written down subheadings such as observing magic fluctuations in the morning and recording changes in boundary thickness in the afternoon.

Come again tomorrow morning?

No, absolutely not.

What a joke, he's already worked way too long today.

First, there was the first lesson. Although strictly speaking, he only spoke for a short while and spent the rest of the time enjoying the dragon-skin sofa, the mental pressure was real.

Then, during dinner, the students kept asking questions, turning the meal into a seminar on the new magic system.

This lousy class is for anyone who wants to be in it!

In any case, the experimental tower is an independent project and is not subject to the attendance management of regular courses.

The association only requires quarterly results, without specifying what time to clock in each day.

No one from the college will come to check if he opened the door in the morning.

Does a great magician not even have the freedom to sleep in late?

Joseph made a quick decision in his mind.

There will be no morning classes tomorrow, no, and not the day after tomorrow either.

We can't open too early, at least not in the next few days.

"You don't need to come too early these next few days."

Mia was stunned, and Grace looked at Joseph with a puzzled expression.

"Huh?" Mia blurted out instinctively.

"But sir, isn't next week the open demonstration class for the entire academy?"

We only have a few days left at most!

Joseph knew, of course. But he simply wanted to sleep until he naturally woke up.

But you can't say that.

So he lowered his eyes and said:

"Precisely because the demonstration lesson is approaching, we can't rush it."

A night breeze blew past the experimental tower, causing the glowing twilight vines to sway gently.

The two students fell silent at the same time.

Joseph continued:

"Old magic seeks to be cast quickly."

"Sense your magic, mobilize your magic, and push it out as quickly and powerfully as possible."

"But the new magic is different; the new magic seeks structural stability."

Mia listened intently, while Grace's pen began to move.

Joseph felt even more weary when he saw her taking notes.

No, do I have to remember this too?

But since the story had already begun, I could only continue making it up.

"An unstable spell slot, even if it is barely constructed today, will collapse tomorrow."

A framework hastily constructed based on emotional excitement may appear to be complete on the surface, but in reality, it's merely draining one's mental energy.

Like a project built on students' enthusiasm, it may seem to be going smoothly on the surface, but in reality it is just overdrawing his pitiful ability to fabricate!

As he thought of this, his tone became even more somber.

"So you don't need to practice anything new for the next few days."

Mia blinked blankly:

"Not practicing new content? Then what are we practicing?"

"right."

"Then what should we practice?"

"slow."

Mia was even more confused, clutching her head of red hair:

"Slowing down...is that also a form of magical practice?"

"Of course, being able to slow down magic means you've truly begun to understand it."

He actually made up this sentence on the spot so he could sleep in.

But after he said it, even he himself felt that it seemed to make sense.

Just then, another muffled thud came from the training area in the distance. The lights there were still on, probably because Professor Brewster's students were still practicing for next week's demonstration lesson.

Mia glanced at the firelight over there, then turned back to Joseph with concern.

Joseph saw it too, which strengthened his resolve not to hold early morning classes tomorrow.

What business is it of his if others are involved in their schemes?

So Joseph added another sentence:

"Quickly, that only proves you're being driven by magic."

And slowness proves that you are building your own set of rules.

Grace stared blankly at Joseph, pen in hand.

Sir... he even understands their thoughts perfectly!

They had just sensed the formation of their spell slots today, and their hearts were most easily excited.

Mia wanted to continue practicing early tomorrow morning, and so did I.

But at this moment, the gentleman told them not to rush.

Because the demonstration lesson was just around the corner, the teacher was even more aware of the consequences of being impatient.

The old magic system encouraged students to strive for faster performance, so countless people were forced to fail at a pace that was not suitable for them.

The first step in this new magic is learning to slow down.

She suddenly remembered the practical training courses at the Royal Academy, where the instructors always required students to complete the spellcasting within a specified time.

The faster you are, the more false praise you will receive; the slower you are, the more you will be degraded into the dust.

But no one has ever asked why someone who hasn't even found the door should be forced to blindly run at the speed of a genius.

Mia didn't think as much as Grace did.

She looked down at her hands and thought about it seriously for a while.

"So, sir, you mean when I'm molding that frame tomorrow, I can't swing the sledgehammer too hard?"

Joseph instinctively wanted to ask what you were hammering.

But he quickly realized that Mia was referring to her molten iron mold-like spell slot.

He nodded, going along with it: "Yes."

Mia seemed to be deep in thought.

"If we can't hammer too hard, does that mean we should go easy on it?"

"No, it has nothing to do with the force."

Following his train of thought about blacksmithing, Joseph continued to make things up on the spot.

"Tomorrow you won't be hammering, you'll be warming the furnace."

Mia was stunned.

"A furnace?"

"If the furnace temperature is unstable before the iron is forged, the iron billet will be damaged as soon as it enters the furnace."

If the temperature is too high, the iron will burn; but if the temperature is too low, the iron cannot be forged.

As the blacksmith's daughter, you should understand this better than I do.

Mia's eyes slowly brightened.

Joseph continued:

"The same applies to spell slots."

You're rushing to pour the magic in now, like throwing in an iron ingot before the furnace is even stable.

Tomorrow, all you need to do is let the frame exist and allow it to gradually adapt to the temperature of the magic.

"Warm the furnace..." she repeated softly.

She got it!

For Mia, the term "furnace warming" was easier to understand than anything else, such as structural stability or boundary encapsulation.

She straightened her back immediately.

"I see!"

Joseph: "..."

What do you understand?

He was just casually using the term "blacksmith" to go with the conversation!