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

"Have you thought it all through?"

Joseph glanced at the two people blocking the stairwell. He hadn't expected that they would be able to hand in their answers today, even though he had only asked them to go back and think about it seriously yesterday. Their efficiency was simply too high.

Especially Grace. Mia is one thing, but her life path is relatively straightforward. Looking ahead, it's the blacksmith shop, and looking back, it's still the blacksmith shop. At most, she might wander into the dwarf and gnome warehouses, but in the end, she will most likely return to the furnace.

Grace is different; how could a princess's life be so easy to understand?

Did she really think through the next few decades in just one night?

"Yes, sir," Grace said with a slight nod.

Mia nodded vigorously several times and said, "I've made up my mind!"

"Let's go to the reception room first."

The three entered the reception room.

This reception room was originally used to receive some less important guests. Apart from the tables, chairs, tea set, and a few plants that were about to die that Marco had helped set up, there were also a few old bookshelves left by some professors along the wall.

The bookshelf is mostly filled with things that nobody wants to look at.

For example, there's "The Cold-Faced Grand Mage and His Seven Contract Brides," "After Being Rejected from the Engagement, I Inherited My Deceased Husband's Magic Tower," and a whole set of more than a dozen books called "Why Does the Overbearing Dragon King Knock on My Window Every Night"...

When Joseph first came across these books, he wondered if the tower had never done any magical research before, and if its main research had been on the complex relationships between archmages and various non-human beings that were not suitable for detailed discussion at academy meetings.

However, these books are, after all, the property of the Royal Academy, and cannot be thrown away without the approval of the administration. So they have remained here, their spines dusted with dust, continuing to prove that the Royal Academy's academic research is indeed very broad.

In short, he has now managed to transform this place into a temporary teaching point. Although the teaching atmosphere is questionable, as long as outsiders don't know what's in the bookshelf, it's not a big problem.

Joseph sat down on the sofa and gestured for them to sit as well.

"Speak," Joseph said, "What direction have you decided to take?"

"Sir, I've made up my mind. I still want to be a blacksmith!"

Mia glanced at Joseph furtively, and seeing that he didn't seem disappointed, she continued:

"But I don't want to just be the kind of blacksmith I used to be. Well, I'm not saying the old-fashioned blacksmithing was bad. My dad was really good at it. There are still a lot of things in the shop that I still don't know how to fix."

Mia scratched her head, trying to make her thoughts, which she had been pondering all night in bed, a little clearer:

"What I mean is that I want to learn other things. I want to study magical mechanics and I also want to make my own tools?"

In the past, when some parts broke, my dad could only send someone to take them to a sorcerer because some parts couldn't be touched by ordinary fire. If the temperature was too high, they would break, and if it was too low, they couldn't be repaired at all. And those sorcerers charged a lot of money...

  

"But now I have the magic my teacher taught me; it can soften crystalline resin, so it should be able to do other things too."

Mia became more and more serious as she spoke:

"Sir, if possible, I'd like to become the kind of blacksmith who can forge iron, repair magical machinery, and even use new magic!"

After she finished speaking, Mia seemed to have finally said everything she had been holding back all night, and she felt a little more relaxed.

However, her relaxation lasted only a short while before she became nervous again because her husband had not yet answered.

Joseph's silence wasn't due to dissatisfaction, but mainly because Mia's career path was almost exactly what he had envisioned.

If Mia can really continue down this path and learn a few more useful skills...

Wouldn't he also gain a whole set of mechanical-related skills?

"very good."

"R-really?" Mia asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Of course," Joseph said.

"Old magic simply separated the two things: the mage was responsible for casting spells, the blacksmith was responsible for processing materials, and the craftsman was responsible for assembling the parts."

But if one understands fire, metal, and magic simultaneously, why must they be separated?

As expected, the gentleman had already considered this direction!

Mia then realized why the master hadn't stopped her from dismantling the magic axle at Taylor's blacksmith shop that day. It turned out that the master had been observing whether she was suited to this path since that time!

Even the statement, "You are first and foremost Mia Taylor, and only then my student," might not have been solely intended to allow her to make her own decision.

Was the gentleman reminding her that the new magic shouldn't make her forget what she had learned in the past?

Her experiences growing up by the hearth were the most important part of her new magical path!

The more Mia thought about it, the warmer she felt inside.

Joseph had no idea what Mia was thinking, and he continued, drawing on his gaming experience:

"This direction can be temporarily called the New Magical Mechanist."

"A new magical mechanic?" Mia repeated softly.

That sounds impressive, much more impressive than the blacksmith's daughter who can spew fire. Is this a word the gentleman came up with?

If anyone asks her what she studied in the future, she can tell them that she is a new magician.

Although she is probably the only one on the entire continent at the moment, wasn't it only Mr. himself when his new magic project first started?

Wait a minute, what if she's the only new magician/mechanic on the continent right now...?

So, does that mean that Mia Taylor, together with her husband, has started a completely new career today?

Thinking of this, Mia couldn't help but straighten her back a little.

"Of course, this is just a temporary name," Joseph quickly added.

If the college and association feel that this name is not suitable for inclusion in reports in the future, they can easily change it to something like a low-magic-structure new type of craftsman or a spell-position auxiliary mechanical application personnel, which sounds high-end, sophisticated, and can also be used to pad the word count in papers.

Anyway, as long as you're willing to use embellishments, your name can always be longer than your profession.

However, now that the name is established, we can't just keep talking about it. Since we're going to teach in this direction, even if it's essentially still something he's making up, we can't keep letting students imagine things in the living room.

There are quite a few empty rooms in the experimental tower. In addition to the lobby and reception room on the first floor, the second floor used to be a regular laboratory, but all the old instruments inside have long been moved out. The third floor also has a whole floor of rooms that used to be used for materials experiments, and there are even some heat insulation runes that are not very effective but can still be used.

Various materials and equipment are also indispensable, although Joseph felt a pang of pain at the thought of spending the money.

But some money can't be saved; this is called upfront investment. If you don't set things up in the early stages, how will you continue to apply for funding later?

Joseph quickly made a mental division.

The third floor can be given to Mia; there are heat-insulating runes there, so the entire experimental tower won't be burned into the first major accident of the new magic project.

As for the empty second floor, it can be left to Grace. Although I haven't asked her what she wants to do yet, she certainly won't be going in the same direction as Mia.

"You can use the materials lab on the third floor from now on."

Joseph said to Mia:

"Materials testing was conducted there before, and we'll gradually add some tool benches and other equipment for you to use."

"I...I can use an entire laboratory?" Mia's eyes widened little by little.

"Or are you planning to forge iron in the drawing room?" Joseph retorted.

Mia glanced down at the coffee table next to her, then at the bookshelf, and then carefully imagined herself hammering a hammer there.

It does seem inappropriate.

"Thank you, sir!"

"No need to thank me yet. Once you've used the lab, you need to start organizing the rules. All materials, tools, and so on must be recorded."

"I can write it!" Mia immediately assured her.

Grace glanced at her subtly from the side, and Mia quickly realized what was happening, adding in a low voice:

"If it's not well written, I can ask Grace to take a look."

A hint of a smile appeared in Grace's eyes.

Joseph looked at the two of them and thought that this division of labor might not be bad, since they wouldn't bother him with anything.

"Where's Grace?" Mia asked excitedly, then quickly turned to Grace beside her. "What do you want to be?"

Grace seemed to have been waiting for this question, but when it was actually her turn to speak, she still hesitated.

"I...I'm not sure if I can explain it clearly."