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

But Joseph thought about it again and realized that this wasn't entirely without its advantages, since going was already a done deal.

These professors will definitely not go by themselves; everyone is being cautious here. In the end, the caution turns into him and Brewster going together.

Since you're determined to go, bringing along a practical professor isn't a bad idea.

If there really is something beneath the abandoned portal, this little weasel with the mustache will at least know magic.

Although it's a bit annoying, it's not entirely without value because it can protect you from danger.

Joseph comforted himself.

Just consider it a talking but not very pleasing safety charm.

Vice Dean Roman nodded.

"Very well, then Professor Grantham and Professor Brewster will form a temporary assistance team for the college, and they will begin assisting with the investigation today."

Wait, today? Isn't this process a bit too fast?

As if sensing his question, Vice Dean Roman continued:

"The church has already sent people to wait outside the abandoned portal. The Grey Pigeon Town patrol has temporarily sealed off the entrance to the old diversion well, and the association's observers will arrive this afternoon. The academy can't be too late."

Joseph: "..."

Then why is he even holding this meeting? Why not just tie him to the carriage?

"Since there are no objections, let's decide on this."

No objections?

Joseph wanted to remind the vice-dean that he actually had many objections, but the situation didn't allow it, so he hadn't voiced them yet.

"Professor Grantham, Professor Brewster, once you're ready, head straight to Grey Pigeon Town," said Vice Dean Roman.

After hearing this, Brewster turned his head to look at him and said:

"Professor Grantham, it seems we'll have to work together today."

Joseph glanced at him and forced a smile:

"yes."

The meeting ended quickly, and as soon as the vice dean announced the adjournment, everyone immediately regained their normal mobility. Some of the older professors even seemed to walk faster than usual.

After leaving the council tower, he and Brewster went to the administration office to collect those temporary documents filled with nonsense; without them, they wouldn't have been able to get through the church's blockade.

The junior staff in the administration office acted quickly, probably because they had been notified in advance.

The junior clerk handed them the documents and added a reminder:

"The vice-dean said that the two of you should leave as soon as possible. The church has been waiting for some time."

  

Since the church is in such a hurry, why don't they just investigate it themselves?

Joseph took the document and nodded.

"understood."

The two left the administration office and walked towards the north gate of the college.

Brewster remained silent the entire way, and Joseph was too lazy to speak either, mainly because they each had their own ulterior motives and were too lazy to even maintain pleasantries.

When they arrived at the North Gate, the carriage arranged by the academy was already waiting there.

Joseph glanced at the carriage and suddenly remembered that he had also set off from here to Grey Pigeon Town the day before yesterday.

He thought he was just going out to lead students on off-campus training, grab some snacks and pick up some broken equipment, but Grey Pigeon Town gave him a whole set of big problems in return.

Is this place incompatible with his birth chart?

Meanwhile, in the Royal Academy's experimental tower, Grace sat alone on the sofa.

She had already come here as her husband had instructed, ready to confirm her own light.

It was indeed more spacious here than the office upstairs, but she still couldn't calm down.

The gentleman just said a lot to her, and she remembered everything he said. But remembering is one thing, and actually doing it is another.

Grace looked down at her hands.

She tried to calm herself down, but her mind was still a mess, with all the scenes from the past jumbled together in a jumbled mess.

She felt a tightness in her chest, so she simply walked to the window and opened it a little.

A breeze blew in from outside, and she looked up into the distance, where she could see the north gate of the academy, where an academy carriage was parked.

Unexpectedly, just as she was staring blankly at the carriage, Professor Grantham and another professor walked out of the door and got into the carriage one after the other.

The carriage quickly left the North Gate and headed towards Grey Pigeon Town.

Where are you going, sir?

Is it Grey Pigeon Town?

She subconsciously stepped forward a little, watching the carriage slowly disappear into the distance.

Mr.'s world always seems to be like this.

One moment he's in front of her, patiently telling her that light can shine for itself, but the next moment he'll be swept away by all sorts of things she hasn't had time to understand.

She stood by the window and looked for a long time.

Grace only slowly withdrew her gaze after the carriage had completely disappeared at the end of the road.

She looked back at the reception room, where an ordinary glowing stone sat on the table, next to which was the notebook she had just unfolded to record spell slots, with the outlines of the light spells she had imagined in her mind drawn on the paper.

But she just couldn't turn it on.

Grace closed her eyes and tried to reconstruct the light magic model in her mind, following the method Professor Grantham had taught her.

The outline of the spell slot slowly appeared. Grace carefully channeled magic into it, and the square swayed slightly before quickly darkening again.

Failed.

Grace opened her eyes. Her fingertips were empty, without a trace of white light. Looking at her hands, she suddenly felt like laughing.

Sure enough, she was still the same Grace August, unable to do anything.

Even though the man had already explained things to her so clearly, and she still earnestly said that she understood, when it was actually her turn to sit here alone, she still couldn't light it.

Mr. Ke said, "Don't try to prove yourself to others from the start; let it shine for itself first."

Grace closed her eyes again.

If it's not to prove something to those people, then what does she want now?

As soon as the question arose, the first image that came to Grace's mind was that of Professor Grantham.

Grace panicked and opened her eyes.

No, how could she think of her husband the moment she thought of "what she wants"?

If the light she claims to shine for herself ultimately shines only because of her husband, then what is the point?

Has she once again surrendered herself to someone else's gaze?

Grace's mind was in turmoil again.

But at that moment, she remembered another sentence her husband had just said.

There's no need to rush to know. Sometimes you can just keep moving forward and gradually find the reasons along the way.

Grace looked at her palm.

Perhaps she doesn't yet know what her true light is, and can't clearly distinguish all her chaotic thoughts, but...

She closed her eyes again and once more allowed the magic to slowly flow into the empty spell slot. This time, a wisp of pale purple light filled the spell slot.

Is this still light?

Before she could figure it out, she opened her eyes and saw a purple thread, like a ribbon, fly up from her palm and out through the half-open window.

"etc!"

Grace instinctively reached out to grab it, but the string had already flown out the window.

The next second, a gasp came from downstairs.

"Wow!"

Grace's expression changed, and she quickly leaned out the window to look down. She saw Mia standing downstairs with her hands bound by purple threads.

"Grace?"

Mia tried raising her hand, then looked up at Grace at the window with a confused expression:

"This is?"