Chapter 12: News (3)

Chapter 12: News (3)

The next day, I arrived at the Mage Tower of the University early in the morning.

"Scorching Flame..."

Sitting in my office chair, I alternated between reading Allen's lecture notes and various grimoires. I was deciding how to structure the lecture on Properties of Element Magic and determine its direction.

"This should be enough to explain about the Pure Elements," I said.

One of the most challenging areas for the mages at the Mage Tower was about the Pure Elements. In modern academic terms, it was like an advanced course in pure mathematics, focusing intensely on calculus and analysis. Scorching Flame was one of the Pure Element magics, renowned for its extreme level of difficulty.

It was definitely beyond the level of Debutant mages. However, I found it surprisingly easy to understand the structure of Scorching Flame. This was because Comprehension worked best in a focused, specialized course that delved deeply into one specific field of study.

Of course, understanding didn't mean immediately mastering the spell, but I planned to refine Scorching Flame as much as possible and use it as a textbook to teach students about the Pure Elements.

"... With this, my preparations for the class are complete."

After writing the script, I closed the lecture notes. Then, I used the crystal orb to call Allen.

"Allen, come here for a moment."

About five seconds later, the door opened, and Allen appeared.

"Yes. Yes, Professor," Allen said as he arrived promptly, though he looked extremely tired. His dark circles made him look like a panda.

"Did you find what I asked for last time?" I asked Allen.

"Yes, I did. Here it is."

Allen rummaged through his robe pocket and pulled out a booklet. It was an auction catalog.

"This weekend, the Luten auction will feature a Snowflower Stone," Allen said.

I had asked Allen to find out if any auctions had rare ores. As I skimmed through the catalog, I found the metal Snowflower Stone listed at the bottom. Even I knew it was one of the world's top ten metals from the game's setting.

Above this were items like dragon bones and horns—mythical and legendary things money couldn't buy. Thus, Snowflower Stone was considered the strongest theoretically obtainable item.

"You've done well. Inform them that I will participate in the auction," I said to Allen.

"Yes. Yes, sir," Allen said, bowing before he left.

For the record, I had already checked the balance of my personal account. This world had invented account and card systems as well.

[205,238,039?]

The account balance was a whopping 200 million elne, more than enough. Since it was a personal account, I could spend it all freely.

Besides, the Yukline family, according to the game’s setting, had vast wealth due to their incredibly profitable territory. Even in sports, teams in big markets, which rely on the quality of their territory, can make a lot of money even if their performance isn't too great.

"... Now that I think of it, Allen is only a postgraduate student."

I suddenly felt guilty. Allen was equivalent to a postgraduate student at a regular university on Earth, and the tasks I had just assigned him were highly personal. To make things worse, Allen's dark circles grew deeper each day because all the mages who had shared the workload with him until last year had quit.

Due to Deculein's reputation, competent mages at the Mage Tower refused to work under me. In modern terms, Allen was handling all the postgraduate students' work and even the professor's personal errands by himself.

"Putting it that way, it sounds terrible," I muttered.

If this continued, either I would be stabbed to death or Allen would die from overwork. I needed to treat Allen better and hire more help.

"Um, Professor?"

While I was thinking about him, Allen came back in, holding an envelope in both hands.

"A letter just arrived from the Mage Tower," Allen said.

"Alright. Now, go home and take a rest," I replied.

"Y-yes, sir."

I tore open the overly ornate envelope. Inside was an official letter.

A hearing to review the progress of Head Professor Deculein's research on The Invention of Pure Elements and the Four-Categories Magic Founded Upon It will be held in six months. Please prepare the relevant materials by then.

“How about Professor Relin?” Ferit suggested, his eyes lightened up as if it was a good idea.

“Don’t you know the news about that fat professor? He's well-known for favoring only the nobles. I heard from the seniors that if a commoner goes to him with a complaint, he doesn’t even listen,” Julia said, shaking her head.

“Really? I thought he was a kind person...” Ferit said.

“Right? How can he act like that in this day and age?”

They discussed which professor might be suitable. However, finding a professor willing to supervise a commoners’ club, despite the disapproval of other noble professors, was extremely difficult. In fact, there were almost none.

“... Professor Deculein is obviously out of the question,” Rondo muttered under his breath.

Epherene shuddered slightly.

“Oh, right, that professor!” Julia suddenly exclaimed, snapping her fingers.

“At least he treats both nobles and commoners the same—he ignores them equally! Isn't that fair?”

Epherene wanted to leave the conversation, wondering how that was supposed to be fair, but she couldn’t. The table was filled with coffee and desserts, and she needed to eat.

After all, she had joined this group only for those treats. These kids were from wealthy bourgeois families and would likely leave some behind. If she didn’t eat now, she would be hungry for the rest of the day.

“Epherene! You should ask him!”

Then sparks flew. Epherene, who had been quietly eyeing the cake, bit her lip in silence.

“Epherene, I heard the news about you. People were saying that you avoided disciplinary action thanks to Professor Deculein,” Julia said.

“What? No, that’s not true. Do you really think he’s that kind of person? It just ended well for both sides,” Epherene replied.

“Is that so? Well then... Oh, my head hurts. Let’s decide who to ask later and just fill this up for now,” Julia said, waving the Club Formation Proposal as she stood up.

This was the moment Epherene had been waiting for. She smiled bitterly and shook her head.

“Sorry guys, I don’t really have time, you guys can go ahead—”

“I’ll treat everyone to a late-night snack tonight for you guys,” Julia interrupted.

Epherene was silent.

“Sorry? Ephie, what did you say?”

A late-night snack. Knowing these guys, they would order all sorts of things without restraint. This would be much more substantial than just cake. She wasn’t in a position to be picky about the taste. As long as she could fill up her stomach, she could even take leftovers back to the dormitory.

“... I said I’ll help you guys write the proposal,” Epherene said, smacking her lips as slowly stood up.

The group left the coffee shop and headed toward the Mage Tower. Julia kept mumbling to herself while staring at the paper.

“If we make it seem like it’s not a club for commoners... would that be a lie... Oh, this is complicated... Huh?" Julia said, scratching her head as she looked at something and froze with wide eyes.

It wasn’t just Julia. Everyone, except Epherene, who was only thinking about what to eat for the late-night snack, froze. They stood rooted to the spot, barely breathing.

Down the path toward them, someone who stood out anywhere, anytime, was approaching. With a flawless, more aristocratic gait than any noble in the world... he was walking toward them.

“Epherene! Please take this!” Julia urged.

“Huh? Take what? The late-night snack menu?” Epherene replied.

Julia suddenly handed Epherene the proposal.

“What? Why are you giving this to me?”

Then, she pushed the bewildered Epherene forward.

“—Ow!”

Without knowing why, Epherene found herself moving forward and soon standing in front of someone. He was so tall that, at first, she could only see his chest. For a moment, a refreshing breeze blew by, as if they were in a forest.

The clean, crisp scent that followed made her uneasy. Slowly, Epherene lifted her head and swallowed hard. The impeccably tailored suit, the aristocratic tie, the gold insignia denoting his rank, the neat collar, the sharp jawline, and finally... his face.

Deculein. He was looking down at her. His gaze was cold and piercing, like ice. It nearly made Epherene faint from shock.