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

"Princess Grace and Mia Taylor spend most of their time in their dormitory."

The teaching assistant answered honestly.

"It's not good to find out too much about Her Highness Grace, but according to the maids in the living quarters who gossip in private, Her Highness has been staying at home for the past two days and has even rarely eaten dinner."

As for Mia Taylor…”

The teaching assistant's expression turned somewhat strange.

"What's wrong?"

"She asked the dormitory manager for wet towels several times, as well as large tubes of ointment for burns."

Brewster raised his eyebrows dramatically.

"Is she practicing fire magic?"

"It's unclear at the moment."

The teaching assistant said cautiously.

"But according to the records, Miss Taylor did have several instances in the past where her spells went out of control, causing sparks and smoke."

However, this time no accident occurred, and no alarms were triggered.

"Of course not."

Brewster leaned back in his chair, his sarcasm undisguised.

"They don't even dare to enter the official training grounds, what kind of accident could they possibly cause?"

The teaching assistant kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Brewster curled his fingers and tapped the solid wood tabletop irritably.

"That's all? Is there anything else?" Brewster pressed.

The teaching assistant hesitated, looking even more troubled than before.

"There are also some... unusual circumstances regarding his personal lifestyle."

"explain."

"Professor Grantham has very strange habits."

"Stop beating around the bush, just say it."

"Professor Grantham's lifestyle over the past six months has been...very strange."

The teaching assistant forced himself to speak.

"The magic lamp in the experimental tower broke down. Instead of using the most basic lighting repair magic, he called a craftsman."

The door lock was not a magic lock; it was still a regular brass lock and key.

You don't need a fire-lighting spell to light the fireplace; you need a flint.

Some people also saw him using a regular paper cutter to open the sealed documents, instead of the most basic cutting magic.

  [At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: 101read.tw. It's super convenient to find good books on 101read.tw.]

The teaching assistant himself realized that the story sounded a bit outrageous.

Because if you look at these things individually, they aren't really big problems.

Some older professors are eccentric and do indeed prefer using traditional tools.

Some theoretical magicians spend their days buried in books and are too lazy to use magic in the little things of daily life.

But if all the details are piled up on one person, it seems very strange.

This person is especially noteworthy as he is the empire's youngest archmage.

Brewster remained silent, watching the teaching assistant quietly.

The teaching assistant felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze and could only continue:

"Professor Grantham's public statement is that he is conducting a..."

The teaching assistant glanced at the notebook and read out the title with difficulty.

"A study on universal behaviors in a zero-magic-dependency environment".

There was a moment of silence in the office, then Brewster burst out laughing.

"Research?"

He leaned back as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the academy in recent years.

"A great magician who uses flint to light his fireplace? That's research? That's primitive!"

The teaching assistant looked down at his toes, too afraid to speak.

At this point, responding would be worse than remaining silent, and he didn't want to be used as a punching bag by this vindictive and unpredictable professor.

Brewster finished laughing, and the muscles in his face gradually relaxed.

It's perfectly normal for a theoretical professor to dislike practical experience.

It's not entirely unreasonable for a great mage who claims to be creating a new system to reduce the frequency of casting old spells.

But it would be abnormal if a great magician hardly used any magic in his daily life.

Recruit two useless students who have been rejected by the college, hide them in a remote experimental tower and never go out, then write a bunch of jargon that no one can understand to make excuses for the lack of results, and then package all the failures as necessary stages of the new system.

Isn't this just a scammer trying to steal the association's funds?

Brewster's original plan was simple: he just wanted to see how Joseph Grantham would be embarrassed in front of everyone during next week's demonstration class.

A pretty boy who climbed to a high position by writing hydrology papers and profiting from the death of his deceased mentor, along with two useless people who couldn't even conjure a fireball, stood in front of all the practical training professors in the college, unable to save face.

Just imagining that scene in his mind was enough to make Brewster drink two more glasses of red wine.

But now, he has changed his mind.

What's the point of a student making a fool of themselves?

Students are essentially rejected failures, so there's not much shame to be gained.

The person who should really step forward is Joseph Grantham himself.

If he's truly capable, then in a demonstration class, in front of all the professors, he should cast a spell using his so-called new system.

If he doesn't dare...

Brewster's lips slowly curled into a smile.

Then this so-called new magical revival project will completely turn into a stinking pile of mud under tomorrow's sunlight!

Who will be in charge of tomorrow's Q&A session?

The teaching assistant frantically flipped through the flowchart.

"As arranged, after Professor Grantham's presentation, the theory and practical training teaching and research groups will ask questions in turn."

Professor Olson was just going through the motions for the practical training group.

"Change it."

The teaching assistant was stunned on the spot:

"……professor?"

"Go and say hello to the administration office; I'm very interested in the practical application of the new magic."

The teaching assistant hesitated:

"But what about Professor Olson..."

"Olson?"

Brewster sneered.

"That old guy only asks about theoretical sources, literature evidence, and conceptual boundaries."

This is exactly the kind of problem Grantham wanted to solve.

He could answer nonsense with nonsense all day long.

He looked up at the teaching assistant.

"What I'm asking isn't theory."

The teaching assistant's Adam's apple bobbed.

"So you want to...?"

Brewster's mustache curled up slightly.

"I simply wish to humbly learn some new magic from the Empire's youngest archmage."

Night gradually enveloped the Royal Academy.

The twilight vines outside the experimental tower gradually lit up, with thin blue-white light flowing slowly along the veins of the vines and leaves, illuminating the entire old tower like a magic candle.

Inside the testing tower, Joseph was sprawled on a dragon-skin sofa, carefully examining the official report sent by Marco.

It must be said that although Marco is opportunistic, he is really capable of getting things done.

When Joseph himself wrote it, it looked like a scam.

After the administrative office reformatted it, adding titles, sections, charts, and a few paragraphs of seemingly academic nonsense, the entire report immediately gained an air of being impressive, even if it was incomprehensible.

Especially the big title on the first page.

Observation Report on the First Phase of the New Magic Low-Ring Structured Teaching System

There is another line of smaller text below.

Materials outlining the interim results of the Imperial Magic Association's special funding project.

Joseph stared at the line of text for a long time, feeling more and more at ease the more he looked at it.

It's safe now; there's at least a 90% chance we can get away with it.

As for the remaining 10%... that's beyond our control, but he shouldn't be that unlucky.

Joseph flipped to the back and looked with satisfaction at the presentation flow that Marco had prepared.

First, Grace was responsible for presenting the observation of the spell slot structure, and then Mia was responsible for presenting the model embedding failure records.

Finally, he himself gave a summary speech, summarizing all the unsuccessful phenomena as normal feedback in the low explicit threshold stage.

perfect.

As long as these two students don't cause any trouble for him on the spot, he can get through the demonstration lesson peacefully.

At the same time, Grace closed her notebook, which was filled with dense notes.

She closed her eyes, and the box in her mind hung there quietly.

"It's okay," she told herself, trying to reassure herself.

She can definitely do it tomorrow.

On the other side, Mia was squatting on the ground, watching the fleeting red light in her palm.

She held her breath until the light completely disappeared before cautiously letting out a sigh of relief.

Mia stared at her hands for a while, then suddenly grinned.

"It's not entirely impossible."

Tomorrow is the demonstration lesson.

She didn't know if she could succeed in front of so many professors, nor did she know if that strange red-gold color counted as a light spell.

But she knew one thing: she couldn't let her husband lose face.

Professor Brewster remained in his office in the training area.

Brewster picked up the now-cold tea and slowly took a sip.

The empire's youngest archmage should get out of his ridiculous experimental tower.