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

Evelyn looked in the direction of the sound.

"Professor, that seems to be Her Highness the Third Princess?"

Joseph: "..."

He saw it too, of course.

Outside the cordon, Grace was standing next to Mia, who was holding her arm and gesturing to the patrolmen with her other hand.

Several patrol members who had initially intended to stop her immediately bowed and saluted after recognizing Grace.

"Your Highness!"

Several residents of nearby Grey Pigeon Town also quickly saluted when they saw the patrol team doing this.

The light of blessing from Evelyn's fingertips slowly faded, and she lowered her eyes, speaking softly as if making a casual remark:

"For Her Highness the Princess to personally come to the outside of the blockade, the relationship between the professor and the student must be truly enviable."

Joseph: "..."

That sounds a bit strange.

Before he could even figure it out, Evelyn had already released his wrist naturally and stepped back half a step as if nothing had happened.

"The blessing is complete. How are you feeling, Professor?"

Joseph flexed his wrists.

To be honest, it is indeed much better.

The warmth I felt just now actually managed to gently smooth out the jumbled tension in my mind.

Although the churches in this world talk about gods, holy light, and blessings every day, according to what he heard, the gods have long since fallen, and the exaggerated divine arts of the old era are now almost nonexistent.

Nowadays, the church can reliably use more small blessings such as soothing, purifying, relieving pain, and exorcising evil spirits, which require low consumption.

The intensity isn't outrageous, but it excels in its mature processes, stable personnel, and comprehensive system of followers and funding sources.

It's somewhat enviable.

"Much better," Joseph said. "Thank you, Sister Evelyn."

"You're welcome," Evelyn said softly. "It's what I should do."

Joseph glanced again at the area outside the blockade.

Mia had already waved at him, seemingly aware that he couldn't just come in here casually.

After thinking for a moment, he walked towards the outside of the blockade line.

After all, these two must have come to see him about something.

  

Several patrol members immediately made way when they saw Joseph approaching.

"teacher!"

Mia greeted him with joy, then quickly looked at Evelyn not far away and asked instinctively:

"Sir, are you injured?"

"No," Joseph said. "There was just something that happened."

You can't exactly tell your students that their mentor almost had a close encounter with a bunch of black lines below the old diversion well, and then discovered that those two broken spell slots in his head could actually save his life. Maybe he'll have to think about how to continue making up some trash talk to help them learn a new skill set.

Such words are detrimental to maintaining the image of a great magician; they cannot be said.

Mia breathed a sigh of relief.

Grace glanced at him discreetly, and only after confirming that he was indeed alright did her tense shoulders relax slightly.

But her gaze swept over Joseph's back again, where Evelyn was still standing far away, looking gentle and proper.

She seemed to have noticed Grace's gaze, so she bowed to Grace from a short distance away.

Mia was completely oblivious to all of this. She quickly remembered why she had come here and excitedly tugged at Grace's sleeve.

"Sir! Grace has mastered magic!"

Grace blushed slightly.

"It can't be considered new magic yet," she said softly. "It's just... a very strange thread."

The answer is here.

The mysterious purple ball of thread in Joseph's head was indeed created by Grace.

I just don't know what Grace practiced in the drawing room.

He was referring to confirming his own white light, but after checking and checking, she finally identified a purple line.

Joseph suddenly felt like asking these two students seriously, "Can't you at least show some respect for the classification of spells?"

If this trend continues, his new magical revival project might soon revive a whole set of things that are completely unresponsive to human commands.

Mia excitedly added:

"Sir, Grace's thread is amazing! It even tied my wrists!"

"Mia!"

Grace immediately called her in a low voice.

"Isn't it?" Mia asked softly, "But it's definitely tied up."

Grace pursed her lips, unable to refute for a moment.

Joseph glanced around instinctively. Everyone around him was looking at them, and even Brewster, who was not far away, had already walked over.

What's the difference between this and him setting up a new magic demonstration in the busiest part of Grey Pigeon Town and charging fifty silver coins per person?

Although he loves money, it doesn't mean he enjoys being treated like a fool, especially since these people might not even give him any money!

"You two wait here for a moment," Joseph said. "This isn't the place to talk."

"Okay, sure." Mia nodded immediately.

"Yes, sir," Grace replied softly.

Joseph turned and walked toward Brewster.

"Professor Grantham, it seems your student has also made a new discovery."

What was that little weasel thinking now? Joseph immediately became alert.

"I'm just here to give my observations on their instability," he said.

Brewster glanced at Grace and Mia outside the cordon, then at the patrolmen around him who were listening intently, but did not object.

"Indeed," he said. "This is not a training ground."

Joseph felt a little relieved. Thankfully, while Brewster was annoying, he wasn't entirely brainless.

"In that case, I'll go back to the academy to sort out the situation down in the well," Brewster added.

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, if you like tidying up, then tidy up more.

But why is this person suddenly so easy to talk to?

Something's not right; I have a feeling something's fishy going on.

Brewster glanced at him and added:

"However, Professor Grantham, I will record what happened down in the well today in my report."

Joseph: "..."

There's no need to be so truthful. If his two new spells weren't actually effective, judging from the performance on the spot, who would dare say that the professor himself cast them?

Fortunately, the world wasn't cruel enough to kill him, and his amazing cheat ability turned out to be quite powerful. Apart from looking too abstract, it was practically flawless!

"Of course," Joseph said, maintaining a calm expression. "Thank you for your help."

Brewster nodded.

He had many more questions he wanted to ask about his strange magic, but the man was adept at turning all the clear questions into a bunch of things that sounded like theory but actually made it harder to ask further questions.

Brewster didn't like this feeling; he preferred things that were definite and had a clear outcome.

But the scene in the well happened right before his eyes, and only Grantham's two seemingly chaotic new spells actually burned and tore apart the black lines.

This annoyed Brewster, because he had to admit that Joseph Grantham might actually have something that the old system couldn't explain.

"I hope you can explain the basic principles of the magic used in the well later. I know the association's review is basically finalized."

After Brewster finished speaking, he walked towards the academy carriage.

Joseph: "..."

Did you think he didn't want to know?

If he could write it clearly, he would have packaged it into the association's review materials and a new project funding application by now!

Do you even need to tell me!

On the other side, Evelyn also came over and stopped in a polite but not distant spot.