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

Chapter 77: The Topic Begins with a Visit

But it wouldn't be very polite not to give him any. After all, it would be strange for the nun and the knight to sit there and watch him eat alone.

More importantly, Allen's expression practically screamed "I want to try it too!"

Joseph glanced at Allen out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, Allen was staring at the cake with a very sunny and unrestrained expression.

Joseph: "—"

How does this White Dove Church Knight manage to write his ideas so clearly every time?

We need to come up with an explanation. It can't seem like he's hoarding food, nor can it seem like he's casually sharing the students' goodwill. Otherwise, wouldn't it be like he just managed to balance things out and then casually overturned the whole pot?

Just as Joseph was about to speak, footsteps sounded at the entrance of the experimental tower, and a familiar yet unpleasant voice came from outside.

Good day.

Everyone turned to look and saw Professor Brewster standing at the entrance of the experimental tower, holding a rolled-up document in his hand.

He had probably just come from the administration tower; his dark professor's robe was buttoned up neatly, and the small mustache around his mouth still carried a certain seriousness and annoyance that would make Joseph want to immediately close the laboratory tower doors again.

Brewster's gaze swept over Joseph, then fell on the cake on the table that had survived the disaster, and finally glanced at the nun, the knight, and the two students covered in flour in the drawing room.

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time?"

Joseph:

No, this time it came at the perfect time.

This little weasel with the small mustache always seemed to be either causing trouble or preparing to cause trouble whenever it appeared before. I never expected it would actually be able to save my life today.

For the first time, Joseph felt that Brewster's face, which always seemed ready to find fault, wasn't as annoying as it usually was. Of course, only slightly.

"Since Professor Brewster is here, he must have some academy business to attend to?" Joseph asked immediately.

"Yes, something is indeed wrong."

very good!

Joseph looked at Evelyn and Allen and said, "Academician Wade will probably have to wait a while. Please rest in the reception room."

"Professor, please go ahead," Evelyn said softly.

Joseph, Mia, and Grace said, "Please invite Sister Evelyn and Knight Allen into the drawing room so they can rest for a bit."

He looked at the cake on the table as he said this: "But remember to save me a piece of cake, I'll eat it when I come back later."

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Next, let the students decide for themselves whether or not to share; that's what respecting the fruits of labor truly means. Of course, Joseph felt that the main reason he was able to think of this was because he now genuinely possessed high moral character as a teacher.

"good!"

"Yes, sir."

  

Allen nodded readily, completely unaware of the complexities of human relationships hidden in his words. He only understood the most important point: he might get a share of the cake. As a result, Allen's smile became even brighter.

"Haha, then I'll trouble you two ladies!"

Joseph: "—"

Joseph looked away and said to Brewster, "Let's talk in my office."

The two arrived at the office, and Joseph sat behind the desk, looking at the documents in Brewster's hand.

"Professor Brewster came here specifically to see my students make cakes, not just to watch them."

"Of course not," Brewster said, placing the rolled-up document on the table. "I've already submitted today's underground survey report to Vice President Roman, and the association will receive a copy as well."

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Brewster," Joseph said.

That's true. Although this person is annoying, at least he doesn't have to write reports. As long as he doesn't have to work overtime to write reports, he was even given a break today. He can forgive Brewster for being a little harsh today.

Brewster continued, "In my report, I detailed how the black lines in the well absorbed conventional magic, blessings, and practical spells, as well as how you successfully destroyed them using red-gold sparks and purple threads."

Joseph: "————" There's no need to write it in such detail.

"I also explained that the forms of those two spells are unstable, but their effectiveness against the mana-absorbing black lines is very clear. In particular, the red-gold sparks exhibit properties that are different from the fire spells currently available in the academy."

It appears to be diffuse, yet it produces a powerful destructive effect upon contact with the black lines. The purple strands do not first form a standard magic circle or a traditional spell structure, but they can directly interfere with the black lines' path.

As Joseph listened, his expression gradually shifted from barely maintaining politeness to a calm one that desperately wanted to shove the report back into Brewster's arms.

Do you want to listen to what you're saying? You're speaking so seriously, he almost believed you.

"I also suggest that the Royal Academy should reassess Professor Grantham's new magical revival project at this stage. Especially given the limitations imposed on the old magical system, the new magic may have practical value for continued research."

Joseph: "————" That sounded alright, and Joseph's expression softened slightly. This person was annoying as he was, but he wasn't the kind of idiot who would lie through his teeth.

Joseph had just mentally given Brewster a little extra credit when Brewster launched into a long, rambling monologue about his speculations about the new magic. At first, Joseph managed to maintain a serious listening expression, but as he listened, he began to wonder if this guy was planning to sit there and talk until dark.

He simply didn't have the energy to discuss magical state transformations with Brewster today, and besides, what was the point of asking him these questions?

You can't just say it's because he suddenly had two extra spell slots in his head and could release them with a simple press, right? Brewster probably wouldn't think he'd mastered new magic; he'd just suggest the academy check his brain first.

"The new system is still in its early stages, and it's pointless to rush to conclusions," Joseph said.

"I'm not ready to jump to conclusions now," Brewster said immediately. "You need a comparison."

Joseph: "————" Why isn't this guy done yet?

"Professor Brewster, you can speak freely." Joseph was afraid that if he let him continue, he would run out of patience first.

Brewster clearly sensed the impatience in his tone. He remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "I would like to apply for a joint research project on the stabilization of new magic with the assistance of old magic."

"What?"

Joseph thought he had misheard. This practical professor had previously been eager to force him to cast spells himself during demonstration classes, and had even gone with him to the abandoned portal. It seemed he was preparing to catch him in the act.

Now this person actually came to his experimental tower and said he wanted to apply for a joint research project?

Could it be that this magical world is also possessed by something?