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

The next morning, Joseph, along with Grace and Mia, slowly made their way towards the assessment tower along the main cobblestone path of the academy.

The weather today is exceptionally nice.

The sky was so clean it looked as if some idle wind mage had wiped it clean. The rising sun slanted down between the white stone towers on the north side of the academy, making the rows of magical streetlights on both sides of the road reflect light.

However, these magical streetlights during the day don't look nearly as beautiful as they do at night.

At night, they emit a soft, warm yellow glow, carrying with them a hint of the last embers of an ancient magical civilization.

During the day, it looks like just a few stone pillars that are so expensive they'd practically be punished by the gods.

The crystal embedded at the top looked dull and gray under the sunlight, lacking any sense of mystery, let alone any aesthetic appeal.

The angle of the sunlight reflection can even cause passersby's eyes to hurt.

Eight hundred thousand gold coins, that's all.

Unfortunately, the world's funds always seem to flow precisely into the hands of those who are best at writing reports.

  

Thinking about this, Joseph suddenly realized that he didn't really have the right to laugh at others.

After all, he's quite the veteran now, and for the time being, he's been incredibly successful at fooling people.

Joseph looked away with a clear conscience and continued walking forward.

Today he is wearing that dark blue great magician's robe.

He usually disliked this robe for being too thick and expensive, and it couldn't be reported as experimental supplies, but for an occasion like today, he really couldn't dress too casually.

He even wiped the great mage badge on his chest clean after getting up that morning.

Although it didn't light up after wiping, it's not a big problem.

In any case, there aren't many spellcasters these days who can actually make the Great Mage's Badge light up with an unusual phenomenon.

People usually wear this thing around their necks, mainly as an identification pass, just like the work badges they wore to work in my previous life.

Whether you have real skills or not is completely unimportant.

The important thing is that when others see you wearing this on your chest, they will automatically assume that you are a person of great importance.

that's enough.

Two students followed him from the left and right.

Grace walked about half a step behind Joseph to his left.

Today she wore a white short shawl from the Royal Academy, her dazzling long golden hair neatly tied back with a pearl hairpin, and her skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a model cut from a textbook of court etiquette.

Although the Third Princess was not usually very talkative, she was never as quiet as she was at this moment.

Grace didn't tell anyone about the white light that appeared on her fingertips that day.

He didn't tell the maid, the court monk, or his mother.

She didn't even tell His Majesty the King, who sat on the golden throne and always looked at her with a gentle, regretful gaze.

She dared not say it.

Because once it's spoken aloud, this will no longer be just her hope alone.

It will become a topic of discussion in the palace, a test in the mage tower, a concern at the royal breakfast table, and countless expectant yet cautious eyes.

But what if she fails in the end?

What if that white light was just an illusion?

Then she would become the third princess who caused everyone's regret for the second time.

Grace's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

You shouldn't think about these things.

She should be a qualified observer, as her husband expects, not a failed product of old magic, dragged along by her emotions.

Grace took a deep breath and moved half a step closer to Joseph's back.

It seemed that as long as she could get closer to that unfathomable man, the fragile framework of her magical position in her mind could be stabilized a little.

On the other side, Mia wasn't much better off; unusually, she wasn't looking around as she walked.

She walked to Joseph's right rear, clutching the hem of her uniform jacket tightly with both hands. Her red hair was casually tied up, with a few unruly strands flying wildly across her face in the morning breeze, but she had no time to care.

Mia was feeling incredibly anxious.

It wasn't that she was afraid of making a fool of herself on stage.

Anyway, she's embarrassed herself so many times since she was a child that she's already learned from experience.

What she feared was that if she went on stage and caused some messy incidents, her husband would also lose face.

The man has been so good to her.

The teacher didn't frown at her for sparking a fire, didn't kick her out, didn't make her write a withdrawal application, and even said that failure was normal.

How could she cause trouble for her husband during the presentation class?

The more Mia thought about it, the more nervous she became. Her hands clenched unconsciously, and then, without warning, her sweaty palms suddenly warmed up!

That feeling was exactly the same as warming up a furnace in my mind yesterday!

She was so frightened that she almost jumped up on the spot and quickly hid her hands behind her back.

Joseph looked at the increasingly somber expressions on the two students' faces and roughly understood what was going on.

That's it. These two must feel guilty towards their mentor because they can't master the skills.

That won't do.

It's okay if you can't improve, it's okay to feel guilty, but you can't feel so guilty that you become withdrawn on the spot, and you certainly can't feel so guilty that you come crying after the demonstration class and say, "Sir, we are not worthy of being your students," and then voluntarily drop out of school.

If these two people quit, Professor Joseph Grantham's new magical revival program will have both students quit within half a month of its opening.

This sounds as ominous as announcing the disbandment of the project team on the very day the project was launched.

What will the association think?

What will happen to his two million gold coins special fund that hasn't even been cleaned yet?

Without these two observation samples, how can he continue to use such high-sounding nonsense as the special quality of the students, which leads to the need for an indefinitely extended experimental observation period, to solicit funding from the association indefinitely?

No, we must keep them calm.

Joseph cleared his throat.

"The two of you."

Grace and Mia looked up almost simultaneously.

Don't take today too seriously.

Grace's eyes flickered slightly, and Mia was also taken aback.

Joseph continued:

"The demonstration lesson is just a phase of observation, not a trial for you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the two students changed.

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

effective.

Sure enough, when people are stressed, what they need most are some seemingly reasonable but actually irresponsible toxic platitudes.

He decided to strike while the iron was hot and make grandiose promises.

"The new magic is never meant to let you prove yourself in a single demonstration; the new magic is meant to give you a path that you can continue to walk."

Whatever the outcome today, it will not change the established fact that you have embarked on this great path.

Grace stared at him blankly.

gentlemen……

She almost made a mistake again.

In the teacher's eyes, the demonstration class was not a performance for those professors to see at all; it was just an ordinary milestone on their new magical path.

If she wavers because of outside opinions, then she will truly fail her teacher's teachings.

Grace lowered her head slightly and answered softly:

"I understand, sir."

Mia's eyes reddened again.

She quickly sniffed, trying to pretend that she had just been caught in the morning breeze.

How could you be so kind, sir!

Mia suddenly felt that the tight, chaotic tension in her chest had been gently smoothed out by her husband's gentle hands, and then steadily placed back into the safe furnace.

Joseph looked at them, feeling quite satisfied.

Great, your emotions have stabilized. Now, let's give you a little something sweet.

Humans, especially innocent college students who haven't graduated yet, are like this: as long as you're willing to offer them a carrot, they'll grit their teeth and endure a few more months of intense work in the short term.

This is called spiritual compensation.

Although he hated this kind of thing when he was a corporate slave in his previous life, now that the tables have turned and it's his turn to hand out pancakes, he finds that he's quite adept at using this method.

No wonder those bald executives at my old company always liked to end their quarterly debriefings with the phrase "After this busy quarter, the company will definitely reward everyone."

"After the demonstration class, if there are no other plans, I'll take you for a walk outside the college."

"Outside the academy?"

Mia's eyes lit up, and Grace also subconsciously looked up.