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

Chapter 96 Understanding Begins with the Picture Frame

Mia and Grace did not originally have a mature spellcasting structure fixed by the old magic system, so it is understandable that the things he made up became new spell slots.

However, Allen already possessed the church's system of protective blessings and prayers. What he is doing now is probably just trying to force the understanding of "let danger see me" into his existing protective blessings.

But the new magic he made up and the original blessing of the church were not necessarily the same thing.

The purpose of Guardian Blessing is to protect, while the purpose of Taunt is to actively attract danger. Although both can ultimately protect teammates, their underlying meanings are clearly not entirely the same.

Just like you can't force a chef to put dinner inside a helmet simply because both the pot and the helmet are round. Of course, theoretically it might not be entirely impossible, but it would seem somewhat disrespectful to both the dinner and the helmet.

Joseph thought of this and glanced at the situation ahead. The patrol and the church knights had gradually stabilized the main pontoon bridge. Although there were still many insects, they had not yet caused any more harm to anyone.

Since it's still under control, let's give it a try.

"Allen, step back a little!" Joseph shouted forward.

Allen used his shield to push the Tide Beetle off the floating bridge, and it obediently took a few steps back.

"professor?"

"You've only figured out how to provoke someone," Joseph said, "but you haven't really put that understanding into practice yet."

"Where?" Allen blinked blankly.

"Spell slot".

"Oh." Allen nodded.

Joseph waited a while and found that apart from nodding, there was no trace of understanding on his face.

Do you know what a spell slot is?

"have no idea."

Joseph: "————" I don't know why you said that "oh" so naturally just now?

Oh well, he was just going to give it a try anyway. If he succeeded, he'd gain a new skill; if he failed, it would just be another few more times Allen shouted "Watch me!" Anyway, he seemed to be having a good time, so it didn't seem like he lost anything too much.

"Your original protective blessing already has its own structure." Joseph tried to explain it as simply as possible: "It's like a painting that's already been drawn, containing all your imaginations of knowledge. If you try to force something new into it now, it might not know where to draw it."

"So I have to redraw it?" Allen asked after thinking for a moment.

"More or less," Joseph said. "You need to make room for this new understanding in your mind first, and don't mix it with the original Guardian Blessing."

So now try to imagine a box in your mind.

"Frame?" Allen asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, a box that can hold all those ideas from before."

As Joseph spoke, he tried hard to recall how he had taught Mia and Grace. Although he always made things up on the spot, after making up so many, he seemed to have figured out a somewhat fixed process.

First, let the students imagine, then add a powerful-sounding explanation to that imagination, and finally let them figure out how to understand it on their own.

As for what exactly happened in between, to be honest, he wasn't very clear either.

"Let's set the range at five meters for now," Joseph continued. "An enemy that steps into this range will be more likely to notice you. By blocking its path inside, you make it understand that ignoring you will have consequences."

At the same time, reveal a weakness that can be attacked but will not be truly fatal, so that he will only think of attacking you first.

Put all these ideas into that box, and then try to let your magic respond to it.

Several people from the White Dove Church nearby were helping to deal with the scale insects while glancing over, while the patrol team members couldn't understand what they were hearing at all.

Are they dealing with a sudden swarm of insects, or are they watching a Royal Academy professor stand on a pontoon bridge, teaching church knights how to create a new kind of magic they've never heard of before?

Allen, completely oblivious to the expressions of those around him, listened intently to Joseph's words and nodded: "Isn't it just drawing a frame in your head?"

Joseph: "—That's not entirely true."

"What's so difficult about this?" Allen closed his eyes, then opened them again after a few seconds. "It's finished!"

Joseph: "?" What do you mean by "finished drawing"?

Allen pointed to his head: "A white square, about the size of a shield."

After he finished speaking, he gestured, "It says 'five meters' in the middle, and below it is a drawing of me with my shield lowered."

Joseph: "————" You even have a picture?

"Professor, can I use this box to make a sarcastic remark?"

"No, the spell slot construction isn't that simple—"

Before Joseph could finish speaking, Allen had already raised his shield and charged in front of the swarm again, slamming the shield onto the planks of the floating bridge!

"Come and hit me!"

The white light emanating from his body spread outwards, enveloping several nearby ticks that were crawling towards the patrol team and stalls. Suddenly, more than a dozen ticks all crawled towards him!

"Hahaha! It worked!"

The swarming beetles showed no intention of continuing to chase the patrolmen. Instead, they all rammed around Allen's shield. The patrolmen were stunned. Just moments ago, a dozen of them had been chasing the beetles with long hooks, but now this young knight, after only a few pointers from the professor and a few words from him, was having the swarming beetles line up and charge at his shield on their own.

Is this really something that teaching can achieve?

Mia and Grace also widened their eyes.

Knight Allen clearly didn't know anything about it just now, but the master just stood by and said a few words, and he actually comprehended a new spell slot on the spot!

Grace looked at Joseph, her heart pounding with emotion she couldn't quite describe.

The master seemed to have adopted a different teaching method when facing Knight Allen. It turns out that a truly great mentor not only creates new magic, but also discerns exactly how each person is best suited to learn!

Joseph, of course, had no idea that Grace had already mentally filled in a whole set of profound theories about individualized instruction for him.

He was just standing there, looking at the white light around Allen and a brand new spell slot that suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a white square, and inside it was actually drawn a little figure with a shield lowered.

Joseph: "————" This guy actually learned it.

Mia and Grace build a spell slot, wishing they could first recall their lives, then rediscover themselves, and finally struggle back and forth between failure and self-doubt.

When it was Allen's turn, after he listened, he drew a box in his mind, then clicked on the spell slot and it appeared directly?

Is this the result of not using one's brain at all or having too strong a belief? Because there are no extra thoughts, even magic cannot find a way to block him?

Joseph looked at Allen, who was surrounded by more than a dozen Tidebugs and was still happily shouting "Attack me!" For a moment, he didn't know whether he should study this newly created spell first or remind him that the enemy would really come to attack him after the taunt was successful.

Because more and more insects were crawling towards him!

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