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

"Simply put, there's nothing wrong with giving blessings, but their current physical condition might not be suitable for continuing to use magic. It's like someone with a sore throat; hot soup isn't inherently bad, but it's hard to say they'd feel comfortable drinking it all at once."

Evelyn lowered her eyes and nodded gently, saying, "I understand, Professor."

I will have the nuns temporarily cease their soothing blessings, retaining only ordinary care and the herbal remedies prescribed by the physician, and removing everything related to magic.

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he can understand, that's fine. The worst thing is if he says one sentence and the church interprets it as him denying the blessing, and then puts him on the heretical watchlist. In that case, the matter will escalate from eating cake to being sent away by cake.

Evelyn quickly began making arrangements, and the nuns in the lounge worked swiftly, removing the magic lamps one by one and replacing several water jugs with insulated runes with ordinary ceramic jugs.

As Joseph looked at these changes, a thought popped into his mind: it seems this matter can finally be put aside. Who can say that this matter is not suitable for Academician Wade?

The fact that it's related to a topic he's familiar with is like a new gambling table tailor-made for that old man who loves to go all in. Most importantly, Academician Wade actually knows a thing or two about this.

Unlike him, he now mainly relies on his simple experimental spirit to maintain his image.

"It would be best to inform Academician Wade of the Magic Academy about this," Joseph said.

"Academician Wade?" Evelyn turned her head and asked.

"He had done similar research before," Joseph said. "The gist was that magical stimulation might exacerbate certain abnormal residual reactions. Although the project didn't continue, he at least knew better than most where to start investigating."

For professional matters, you should leave them to the professionals at AiSuoha.

Evelyn looked down at the notebook in her hands, and after a while, she said softly:

"I've been keeping records of these individuals' situations. If Academician Wade wants to inquire, I'll be able to get a clearer picture by going over there."

Is someone willing to communicate directly with Academician Wade? Joseph looked at Evelyn.

That's great, Joseph doesn't want to deal with this.

"Sure," he said. "Take the logbook and a sample of their discarded clothing; just a small portion will suffice."

Evelyn nodded and said, "I'll go prepare."

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She turned and instructed two other nuns to look after the patient temporarily, and then put the record book, several symptom records, and the sealed small cloth bag into a file box.

Joseph waited nearby, his gaze unconsciously falling to the end of the corridor as he remembered a very important question.

Where's his cake?

Of course, Joseph wasn't going to such lengths because of the cake.

The main reason is that he just checked and directed the removal of the magic lamps, and also helped provide the crucial information about Academician Wade. Considering the workload, it wouldn't be too much to add a little bit of moon wheat honey cake, right?

Soon, Evelyn returned carrying a file box and a small basket covered with a white cloth in her other hand. Joseph's gaze lingered on the basket for a moment.

Evelyn noticed his gaze, and a hint of a smile reappeared in her eyes.

"Professor, these are the mooncakes with honey that were originally prepared for you."

She gently lifted the small basket slightly, and a sweet aroma of honey and roasted wheat flour immediately wafted out.

"Thank you for your help, nun."

He took the basket and lifted the white cloth to take a look. Inside the basket were several small cakes, neatly arranged, baked to a beautiful color, with slightly golden edges, and a few dried calming grass leaves in the center.

Evelyn said softly, "It hasn't been out of the oven for too long, so it should still be warm if the professor tries it now."

Joseph initially wanted to be polite, but then he thought that he had already done everything he was supposed to do, and Evelyn had specifically told him to try it. If he continued to refuse at this point, it would be disrespectful to the nun's hard work.

Joseph picked up a small piece of cake and took a bite; he had to admit it was indeed delicious.

"It tastes very good," Joseph said.

Evelyn's smile deepened slightly as she said, "I'm glad the professor likes it."

Joseph ate another piece. If similar investigations were conducted with cakes delivered like this, he might be able to increase his work enthusiasm a bit.

Of course, it can't be any particularly troublesome work. One can be diligent, but not too diligent.

By the time Joseph finished the third small cake, Evelyn had already rechecked the documents she needed to take to the college.

"That's enough, Professor."

"Then let's go to the academy and find Academician Wade."

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Especially given that this is an old project that is perfect for Academician Wade to revive, it would be a waste of the Royal Academy's academic resources not to put this opportunity in his hands.

As the two left the lounge, Allen's energetic voice could still be heard from the training area behind the church.

"Come and face me!"

"Hahaha! It doesn't hurt! Let's do it again!"

Then came a muffled thud, like someone being knocked over by a wooden shield.

Joseph and Evelyn stopped in their tracks. Evelyn looked towards the backyard, a hint of helplessness on her face.

"What is Knight Allen practicing now?"

Joseph: "..."

This question is somewhat difficult to answer.

He said it was a new direction for protecting blessings, but the commotion behind him sounded like a group of people were fighting each other. He said he didn't know, but it was something he had casually instructed on the way.

Joseph was silent for a moment, then finally said, "A new idea for protecting the blessing."

"A new idea?" Evelyn blinked.

Before Joseph could explain, even louder laughter came from the backyard:

"Haha! The professor is right! My latest thought is that sound is very important!"

Joseph: "..."

Joseph really didn't want to admit that he was the one who gave such an embarrassing instruction. If one day Allen really developed a blessing that attracted danger by loudly mocking others, would the White Dove Church thank him or invite him to the statue to seriously reflect on what he had taught the knight?

Soon, Allen came running out of the backyard, covered in dust: "Professor! Hahaha! I think I felt something just now!"

Joseph subconsciously looked into his mind, but no new spell slots appeared, and he was immediately disappointed.

It seems Allen hasn't mastered the training yet, or maybe he's not a formal student.

But thinking about it carefully, how long has it been? From the time he casually made it up on the way until now, it's only been a short while. Is it a bit too much to expect him to directly comprehend a new skill, treating the geniuses of this world as automatic skill generators?

Mia and Grace went through a lot of build-up and emotional pressure before they broke through. It's normal that there was no response after Allen only shouted "Hit me!" a few times.

With that in mind, Joseph decided to give the knight a little encouragement, since he hadn't yet unlocked his skills.

"You're on the right track," Joseph said. "Don't rush. First, learn to make the danger notice you, then think about how to stop it."

"I understand!" Allen's eyes lit up.

Joseph: "...Let's go back to the academy first."

Completely oblivious to Joseph's complex emotions, Allen noticed the file box in Evelyn's hand and the small basket in Joseph's hand, and quickly stepped forward to take the items. The three of them boarded the carriage back to the Royal Academy together.

Meanwhile, Grace called over servants to clean up the unused kitchen on the first floor of the experimental tower. Mia was standing in front of a long table that had been temporarily moved there, her hands covered in flour and her face smeared with a white mark that she didn't know how she got there.

A pile of materials lay on the table, and Grace stood beside it with her sleeves rolled up and a notebook in her hand, looking even more serious than when she was processing the college's experimental records.

"Mia, you already added an extra spoonful of honey."

"Would it be sweeter if you added more?"

"It might also flop."

"Then let it bake for a shorter time?"

"But you just said that if the fire isn't hot enough, the food might not cook through."

Mia pondered for a moment.

"Then let's make sure the outside doesn't burn while the inside is cooked through."

Grace: "..."

This sounded like the kind of thing her husband usually said, but she still lowered her head and carefully wrote it down.

Mia looked at the lump of dough in the baking pan that could barely be called a cake base, her eyes sparkling, and said:

"It's okay, this is our first time doing this."

She clapped the flour off her hands and said confidently:

"Surely the two of us can't even bake a cake together, right?"

Grace looked at the baking pan, then at Mia, feeling somewhat uncertain.

But she remembered what her husband had said that morning.

Guidance doesn't mean making choices for others; it mainly means making the things they originally wanted to do more stable.

So now Mia wants to make a cake, she just needs to make sure it doesn't fail too badly, right?

"Yes, let's try the heat one more time." Grace nodded gently.

"Great!" Mia immediately cheered.

The fire in the stove was relit.

The red-haired girl approached the oven, staring at the slowly rising cake base, and couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling.

"Hehe, my husband will be so happy to see this when he gets back!"