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

The gentleman could have done it himself.

Mia stood in front of the wooden table, looking at the low-magic axle that had been dismantled in half, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

The gentleman is a great magician.

If you're willing, sir, you can definitely use a steady and beautiful little fire spell to soften that layer of crystalline resin just right, without damaging the buffer or causing the entire layer of crystalline resin outside the crystal core to fall off.

In Mia's imagination, that's what a true great mage should do.

He calmly and deliberately lit a spark with his fingertip, and it was immediately clear that it was not the same as the kind of sparks that would jump around randomly.

But the man entrusted this matter to her.

Mia looked down at the small patch of black crystal beneath the crystalline layer and suddenly felt a warmth in her chest.

The gentleman trusted her, which is why he let her stand in front of this wooden table.

Mia looked down at her hands, which were already a little dirty, and then rolled up her sleeves.

"I'll give it a try," she said. She wanted to see if she could consistently release the sparks. Even if she couldn't, it would just be a matter of being laughed at. What was there to be afraid of?

  

The man in the goggles' expression changed slightly, and he instinctively wanted to stop him.

"Miss Taylor, if the crystalline layer is unstable under heat..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He originally wanted to say that it was best for an experienced magical craftsman to handle this kind of thing, or at least he should ask Professor Grantham to let him do it himself.

But the man in the goggles' mind raced, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this might be Professor Grantham's arrangement.

First, let Miss Taylor independently disassemble and diagnose the problem. Then, observe how she uses magic to handle the crucial softening process.

Isn't this the new magic project that's been making headlines lately?

The man wearing goggles felt he couldn't say anything carelessly.

If he rushes out to stop him at this moment, wouldn't that be tantamount to questioning the teaching judgment of a great magician?

Moreover, the fact that this great mage was willing to stand here and allow his student to touch the low-magic wheel of the Dwarf Merchant Guild is itself an attitude.

What if Miss Penny finds out later that she offended a great wizard who was researching new magic at this time...

The man in goggles silently withdrew his foot. Oh well, if the crystalline layer is damaged, so be it. At least he can use this opportunity to make contact with Professor Grantham. The Dwarf Merchant Guild might not be at a loss after all.

Joseph sat at the wooden table, waiting for the man in goggles to finish speaking.

He actually hoped the other party would be more assertive.

It's best to say it directly: no, absolutely no Miss Taylor can touch the crystal layer with sparks, we must wait for the professional craftsmen from the Dwarf Merchant Guild to return!

Joseph could then take this opportunity to calmly nod, say, "Since the Chamber of Commerce has its own technical procedures, we respect professional judgment and will continue with our business," and then make a quick getaway.

After waiting for a long time, the man in goggles not only didn't continue speaking, but he also looked at Joseph with a very complicated look that made him feel uneasy.

Hey.

Joseph sighed inwardly.

Since things have come to this point, we might as well try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

It was a success. The new magic project involved students completing a low-magic-power-assisted disassembly and inspection.

If it fails, it's called a high-risk anomaly sample of low-magic machinery under non-standard tool conditions.

Moreover, although Mia usually seems clumsy, she wasn't just messing around when she was disassembling and inspecting things; she really has a talent for these things.

Think about Grace again.

Even a princess with zero magical perception can glean some magic from his fabricated stories; Mia might be able to glean something from his nonsense as well.

She's a genius girl.

People like them can't be taught using normal thinking. Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't have a normal teaching method, since everything stems from his nonsense.

Joseph felt he should say something now, after all, he was sitting there with everyone staring at him, and it wouldn't seem right if he didn't say anything.

But he couldn't be too specific.

If he goes into too much detail, and Mia follows his instructions and fails, the blame will just fall back on him.

So, we have to talk about things that sound reasonable, but upon closer inspection, there's no way to hold anyone accountable.

To put it simply, it's nonsense; Joseph is very familiar with this.

"Mia."

Mia immediately looked up.

"gentlemen?"

Joseph looked at her, his tone calm.

"Don't rush to treat it as a fire spell."

Mia seemed not to understand his words and looked at Joseph with some confusion.

People like to give everything a name: fire is fire, light is light, healing is healing, and protection is protection.

But the new magic shouldn't be viewed that way.

The expressions of the dwarf merchants changed slightly, and the local blacksmiths around them also unconsciously pricked up their ears.

"The key to new magic is not that you need to copy a spell exactly like the one in the book. The key is whether you can understand what the part of the power you are using is suitable for."

"You've been practicing the Light spell incorrectly, and you think it's a failure."

Mia pursed her lips. She had been thinking about this for a while. She wanted to emit white light, but it was always red and gold sparks. She always felt that she had gone astray again.

"If it's not a failure, what should I call it?" Mia asked softly.

Joseph paused for a moment, not yet figuring out how to continue the story.

How did he know? He doesn't have magic.

But now that we've come this far, we can't just stop here.

As Joseph looked into Mia's incredibly serious eyes, he suddenly recalled the messy settings from the game in his past life.

What about Radiant damage, fire damage, Holy Fire, Burning Hand, Trick Variation...?

Anyway, in the game, it's sometimes hard to distinguish between light and fire. Once the special effects are on, players feel that the damage has been dealt.

He thought for a moment and then said:

"Have you ever considered that a hearth fire is also a form of light?"

Mia was stunned.

"Not all light spells have to be pure white and without temperature; some light can come from a furnace."

The shop fell silent.

The blacksmiths in Gray Iron Alley all had subtle expressions when they heard this.

This sentence is so simple that everyone can understand it.

The furnace fire is, of course, the light. The first thing to light up in a blacksmith's shop is never some kind of magic lamp, but always the glow of the red-hot coals in the furnace.

The red-hot iron billet is light, and the flying sparks are also light.

But they had never thought of these things together with magic before.

Magic is something found in academies, in the structures and models spoken of by those in robes; the hearth is what they eat, something they see every day in the blacksmith's shop.

But now, a great magician from the Royal Academy is sitting in Taylor's blacksmith shop and actually says that the furnace fire is also light?

The man in the goggles opened his eyes even wider; he suddenly felt as if he understood something.

If a force can stably serve a structure, then it has value. Is this the true idea behind the new magical revival project that everyone is talking about?

He suddenly felt that Miss Penny should be here; if she heard this, she would definitely be interested in this human great magician.

The fire in the stove is also light.

Mia stood in front of the wooden table, Joseph's words still echoing in her mind.

She grew up beside the fireplace and never thought it was magic—sparks flying up when the hammer fell.

Sometimes it would land on the hem of her clothes, sometimes on the back of her hand, burning her so much that she would yell and jump up, and then her father would scold her to stay away from the stove.

That's just blacksmithing.

Mr. Ke said that the fire in the stove is also light.

What about her spark?

Are those red-gold sparks that she always manages to produce off-target in her Light spell really just failures?

What if her light was originally a warm spark?

Mia looked down at her hands.

She suddenly remembered the reddish-gold spark that had been dancing in her palm during the demonstration lesson. She was terrified then because it had gone astray again.

But now, looking at the black crystalline residue beneath the crystalline layer, she suddenly felt that the slight deviation wasn't entirely useless.

If her spark could slowly loosen what's stuck, like a controlled fire in a furnace, would it still be a failure?

"Sir," Mia whispered, "I think I understand a little bit."

Joseph felt a sense of relief.

It's good that she understands. Although he didn't know what she understood, as long as the student said she understood, the tutor could usually breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

He nodded slightly, deciding to try and fool them one more time.

"Don't try to make it resemble anything; just let it be what it's meant to be."

After saying that, even he himself felt it was a bit abstract.

But abstraction is good; the advantage of abstraction is that it allows for a large space for interpretation.

Mia was completely inspired by these words.

She had always wanted to turn her light spell into white light, making it look just like the magic described in the academy textbooks.

But she was Mia Taylor, someone who grew up by the fire, and even her imagination of a square was distorted.

Why must her light be like someone else's?

Mia closed her eyes, slowly raised her hand, and the framework of spell slots in her mind gradually emerged. Following Joseph's previous instruction, she guided magic into that crooked frame little by little.

She was thinking of the light in the furnace, and perhaps her light should be like that too.

The next moment, a reddish-gold light suddenly appeared above Mia's palm, quietly hovering above her palm.

The man in the goggles paused breathing noticeably, and the members of the dwarf merchant guild all widened their eyes. Even the local blacksmiths from before subconsciously took a half-step forward.

The people in Gray Iron Lane deal with stoves and charcoal fires every day, and none of them are frightened by a little bit of firelight.

Komia is supposed to be a fire spell, but it doesn't have any of the legendary incantations like fire and salt. She just closes her eyes, raises her hand, and appears out of thin air!

While it may not be considered a fire spell, it is undeniably magic. In this era of declining magic, real magic has unexpectedly appeared before them!

The man in goggles stared at the light in Mia's hand, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Professor Grantham's new magic can actually turn personal experience into usable spells?

If that's the case, then this system is probably even more outrageous than the rumors suggest!