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

Joseph was utterly baffled.

Why was he sitting in his office on the morning of the last day of his holiday, giving the Third Princess a soul healing and magic direction planning session?

Is this reasonable?

But Grace seemed genuinely interested in the answer, so Joseph had no choice but to engage in conversation.

"Your light can certainly shine for yourself, but you don't need to think about proving it to anyone from the very beginning."

Grace pursed her lips slightly.

Joseph picked up a charcoal pencil from the table and twirled it between his fingers. It didn't really mean anything; he just wanted to make himself look like he was thinking, so he wouldn't look too much like an unlucky tutor who had just been stumped by a student's question.

"If you try to prove something to others from the start, you'll be held back by their opinions."

You might wonder if the king will be satisfied, what the court sorcerer will think, and whether others will mention in their conversations that the third princess is finally not without magic power.

Joseph glanced at Grace as he spoke, and her expression noticeably changed.

Joseph suddenly felt a little guilty.

Oh no, he only wanted to use a general educational rhetoric, but it seems he's hit Grace right where it hurts.

But the words had already been spoken, and stopping now would be strange, so he could only continue:

"These things are important, of course. How the King's Academy views you will influence the path you take in the future, but these are not the primary reason for you to light up the light."

Grace lowered her head.

"Grace, you don't need to prove to everyone that you should have light."

Upon hearing this, Grace suddenly recalled the gazes she had received at the court tea party.

The smiles of those noble ladies, and the silent gaze of my father sitting at the other end of the long table.

She was sitting in a soft chair with warm black tea and delicate pastries in front of her, but all day long she felt like she had been put back into a transparent glass box.

Everyone is waiting for her to prove herself.

Mr. Ke said that she didn't need to prove anything to everyone in order to have light.

Grace lowered her head and after a long while, she said softly:

"But if it's not to prove something to others, I don't seem to know what I should be doing it for."

After saying those words, she pursed her lips again. This was really unlike her; it was too undignified.

  

But for some reason, she always found it easier to say things she shouldn't in front of her husband than usual. Why was she so unguarded?

Joseph also fell silent for a moment.

He was just about to end this round of teaching mishaps when Grace asked another question.

What's wrong with this guy?

Is he providing unlicensed psychological counseling?

I really hope that one day the college won't suddenly establish a psychological healing qualification review committee and arrest him, this illegal practitioner.

Joseph thought for a moment, then could only continue talking nonsense:

"Then there's no need to rush to know."

Grace looked over, somewhat puzzled.

"Many people believe that you must find a particularly great reason before you can start doing something."

Reasons like "for the empire" or "for the revival of magic" sound very compelling.

However, one doesn't need to figure everything out before being qualified to move forward in life.

Sometimes you can just keep moving forward, and then gradually find your reasons along the way.

Upon hearing this, Grace suddenly felt a lightness in her heavy heart, as if the stone that had been pressing on her chest had finally been slightly removed.

Seeing that she seemed to be listening, Joseph immediately felt it was time to wrap things up.

If I go any further, I'll easily give myself away.

"Since you have magic, let it shine for yourself first."

Grace remained silent for a long time before softly saying:

"I understand, sir."

Joseph breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing her expression.

It's good that they understand. Although he never really knew what these people understood, he didn't care. Anyway, he knew he couldn't say anything more!

Joseph was about to tell her to go back first so he could conveniently go upstairs to catch up on his sleep when Grace suddenly looked up and said:

"Sir, I'd like to try it now."

Joseph: "...?"

Now? Here? A beautiful morning on a day off? In his office?

Isn't Your Highness being a little too cruel to a professor who was just woken up?

No, this is an office, not a training room, and he needs to go back to sleep.

Joseph paused for a moment, then assumed he had given it serious thought.

"Yes, but not here."

Grace looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Joseph raised his hand and pointed downstairs.

"The downstairs reception room is more suitable," he started talking nonsense.

"There's more open space there, and not as many books or clutter. Your problem is that you focus too much on yourself."

It's actually easier to find your rhythm in a quieter place.

He himself thought this made sense, and in fact it did make a lot of sense. The downstairs living room was far from his bedroom and wouldn't bother him. It would be best if he got bored of practicing and left his experimental tower.

Grace seemed to be awakened by those words.

"I see," she said softly.

"Sir, you want me to step out of your sight and first confirm whether I can truly light up the white light independently."

Joseph: "?"

...Okay, the answer is pretty much the same.

"No rush, take your time."

Go, child, go downstairs and seek your light; your mentor must go back and seek his own blanket.

"Thank you, sir."

Grace bowed to him, turned and walked to the door. Just then, a soft sound came from the office window.

Joseph and Grace turned their heads at the same time and saw a round, slightly dazed white dove perched outside the window.

If it weren't for the small blue copper ring tied to its leg, Joseph would have suspected that it was just an ordinary pigeon that had gotten lost and bumped into the window of the laboratory tower.

Seeing that the person inside didn't react, the white dove tilted its head on the windowsill and tapped the window with its beak.

Joseph: "..."

Haha, another person with no sense of boundaries has joined us today.

"Sir, it seems to be the academy's messenger dove," Grace said softly.

Joseph knew, of course, that these were messenger pigeons. The problem was, the pigeons that came to deliver messages on the morning of his day off were usually not very good pigeons, and each one ruined his good mood on his day off.

But Grace was still standing there, and he couldn't very well just pull the curtains shut in front of the students and say, "This pigeon, we're not meant to be, get lost!"

Joseph had no choice but to walk over and open the window.

The plump, greyish-white pigeon immediately hopped in, shook its wings, and walked around the table quite naturally, almost stepping on the box of imperial pastries.

Joseph reacted quickly and moved the snack box aside.

The pigeon, completely oblivious to the fact that it had almost stepped on its mentor's stomach, walked up to Joseph with its head held high and lifted the foot with the note tied to it.

Joseph couldn't understand why an ordinary pigeon could be so anthropomorphic. He took the note and looked at it expressionlessly.

"Professor Joseph Grantham is requested to proceed to the Rotunda on the second floor of the Council Tower at 10:00 a.m. today."

The academy will hold an emergency meeting of professors to discuss matters related to the anomaly of the abandoned portal in Grey Pigeon Town.

Please make sure you attend.

Joseph: "..."

Is it too late to request the revocation of a professorship?