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

"Oh, right, I succeeded yesterday!" Mia said excitedly.

"Success?" Grace asked, puzzled by this seemingly nonsensical question.

"I've successfully mastered the Light Spell! Oh, no, maybe it can't even be considered a Light Spell?" Mia thought for a moment.

"The master said that a hearth fire is also a form of light, so what I had was probably...hearth light? Something like that?"

Mia, oblivious to the change in Grace's expression, couldn't help but continue speaking:

"However, the light I released was a reddish-gold color, and I used it to soften the layer of crystalline resin inside the low-magic axle a little, and even picked out a small piece of scorched crystal!"

As Mia spoke, she couldn't help but gesture with both hands.

"It's such a shame you didn't come along, it was so lively yesterday!"

We also encountered a situation where the equipment of the Dwarf Merchants Association broke down, and a group of people were making such a racket that it sounded like they were going to lift the roof off. Later, the gentleman wrote a temporary dismantling and inspection confirmation form to shut them all up!

Wow! Sir, you're amazing!

Grace listened to Mia excitedly babbling on and on. She understood each word individually, but when put together, it suddenly sounded like something she didn't recognize.

But these were all days she didn't participate in.

Mia suddenly sighed with some regret and continued:

"It's a pity I didn't get to eat the kebab rolls. I was going to treat my husband to some, but one thing after another came up and I forgot about it."

She quickly cheered up again.

"But it's okay! Next time I treat my husband, I'll treat you too!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mia remembered that the person standing opposite her was the Third Princess. Her excitement faltered for a moment, and she scratched her cheek somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, did I say too much?"

"No," Grace said softly. "I'm listening."

Mia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had never actually had a normal conversation with noble ladies before, let alone members of the royal family.

In Mia's previous impression, nobles were people who were high and mighty, who spoke as if they had a gold coin in their mouths, and who would wipe their gloves before cursing, and who walked as if they were afraid of getting something dirty on the soles of their shoes.

However, Grace seems to be different. Unlike some nobles in the academy who nod on the surface but whose eyes are already looking up at the ceiling, she doesn't.

Mia thought Grace was a very good person.

The two exchanged a few more words, and Mia's drowsiness gradually returned.

She waved to Grace, clutching her tool bag.

"I'll head back now."

  

"Okay," Grace said. "You should get some rest."

Mia carried her tool bag and walked into the dormitory building. Grace stood there watching Mia's figure disappear at the end of the corridor before slowly turning her gaze away.

The maid asked in a low voice:

"Your Highness, shall we return to our room?"

Grace nodded.

She returned to her quarters, where her maid carefully placed the bouquet into a crystal vase and put two boxes on the table.

Grace looked at the candy box and suddenly felt that it was a bit superfluous.

Mia already had a flower blooming, although it was just a wrinkled flower, but it was given to her by her master.

That was what Mia received from the gentleman on the day she was absent.

"Your Highness?" the maid asked softly.

Grace looked at the box on the table, and after a long while, she said:

"That box of candy...let's throw it away."

The maid was slightly taken aback, but she quickly lowered her head.

"Yes."

Just as the maid was about to reach for it, Grace suddenly spoke again:

"etc."

Grace looked at the candy box. She didn't feel much better when she said she was going to throw it away. Instead, she felt like she had become a little ugly herself.

She shouldn't have done that.

She was the one picked up by the royal carriage, not Mia; she was also the one who missed Grey Pigeon Town.

She was just... just a little bit unhappy.

Just a little bit.

"Give it to me," Grace said, lowering her eyes.

The maid handed her the box.

Grace took the box of candy and put it in the bottom drawer.

The next morning, perhaps because she was thinking about something, Grace woke up very early. It was not yet fully light, and the white stone spire in the distance of the academy was still hidden in the gray-blue sky.

Grace changed into a light-colored long dress, held the bouquet of silver-white flowers that the florist had brought in her arms, and also took the box of pastries with her.

She was actually supposed to go to the experimental tower the day after tomorrow, but Grace sat in her room and just couldn't wait until then.

She wants to see her husband right now.

Moreover, people like Mr. usually don't waste the last day of their holiday on rest; they've likely already started working by now.

Perhaps, he is also waiting for her to come back.

When the thought popped into her head, Grace herself felt a little embarrassed.

Mr. Ke, don't you know everything?

If the gentleman knew everything, then perhaps he already knew she would be there today.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so abrupt anymore.

Grace then hugged the bouquet and walked toward the experimental tower.

The college was quiet in the early morning. The small cleaning brooms in the corridors slowly circled in the corners. Occasionally, early-rising students would pass by in the distance with their books, and upon seeing Grace, they would subconsciously slow their pace and keep their luggage at a distance.

Grace walked to the door of the experimental tower and gently knocked.

Unexpectedly, there was still no response after waiting for quite a while.

She waited a while and knocked again, but there was still no response.

Grace was a little puzzled. Perhaps the gentleman was deep in thought?

This is not surprising. When scholars like Mr. [name] are thinking about problems, they may completely ignore the voices from the outside world.

She was a little reluctant to disturb them, but she also felt that since she was already there, she couldn't just leave like that.

So she simply stood outside the door and waited.

Inside the experimental tower.

Joseph lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

To be honest, he's a bit annoyed right now.

Anyone who hears someone knocking on the lab tower door one minute, then stopping, then knocking again on the last day of their day off would want to ask, "What do you want?"

He was already exhausted yesterday, and after calculating his secret stash last night, he secretly studied the little program in his mind that seemed to be a spell slot.

The research results were very simple; they were there, but not very useful.

Those red and gold sparks could indeed come out, but the problem was that they weren't very obedient. They drifted around more freely than Wade's eyebrows, lingered in the room for a long time, and finally went out without doing anything.

If this were said in front of someone else, they would probably have to use all their politeness to come up with a compliment that is neither impolite nor offensive.

Joseph tried for a long time and finally came to a rather rigorous conclusion.

This thing can't be used for combat for the time being, let alone stabilize it in one place and light a candle or something.

Its only effect was probably to make him clearly realize that his life was heading in a very unreasonable direction...

Just as he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep again, the sensor crystal at the entrance of the experimental tower vibrated slightly once more.