Chapter 212 212 – Appreciation

[Vorn's POV]

"So, despite being considered the greatest dark magus, Fergus can't use any elemental magic?" I made a conclusion from Bran's story.

The scientist wrote something into an adult's palm-sized book. "That's right, Your Highness. Elemental magic is considered the foundation. People assume you won't succeed as a wizard if you don't master it."

"I see." I rubbed my chin. "He was frustrated and ended up developing his own magic."

"His magic is unique and can't be understood by other wizards, even high-level ones." Bran handed the maroon book to me, then sighed. "That got me thinking, my lord. Maybe I'd be like him if you didn't give me a chance. Well, I can do elemental magic, but people haven't appreciated me in the past."

I opened the book and found a letter with random letters on the first page. "Are you happy now, Bran?"

"Yes, very." He smiled slightly but didn't look at me. "I feel very alive here."

I touched the letters for three seconds using my index finger. Then, I pressed the book to my ear like a cell phone. Bran slightly raised his eyebrows.

Well, I subconsciously used the customs of my original world that were foreign to him.

I chose this kind of book form because it was more familiar to the inhabitants of this world. They will be able to adapt much more quickly.

A few seconds passed, and my ears heard a buzzing sound like a fly usually makes.

"Hi, my lord." Phisovia's voice emerged from the book, but it was still accompanied by static. "Can you hear me?"

"Hello, Phisovia. Yes, I can hear you." I also heard the sound of wind behind the woman's voice. She is flying. "Let's do the test."

We carry out conversations used in various conditions, such as reporting information, in a fight, and whispering.

"It's good." I opened and closed the book, a gesture to hang up the call. We can start mass-producing this thing.

Bran grimaced. "Is the sound all right, my lord? If possible, I'd like to make it clearer."

"If you can do that for three days, then do so. If not, we'll start mass production. There are more important things to address anyway." I opened the book again, then pointed at the 7-letter code I had pressed earlier. "Each device has a special code, right?"

"Yes, to be able to contact other devices, we have to write the device code to our own device."

"If we write the name under this code, will it be messed up with the calls made?" I ask and get a nod from Bran. "Is it possible for you to design a system so we can write another device owner's name in this thing without breaking the call? Not everyone can memorize code like this."

Bran was silent for a moment. "It's possible, my lord. And I don't think implementing it will take much time."

"Good." I tapped his shoulder. "Remember, this communication tool will be valuable in war, even more than any weapons. Your role is very crucial in this, Bran. Keep that in mind."

Bran held his breath, looking so proud of his work. People like him really need more appreciation to be more enthusiastic about working.

"good luck." I tapped that man on the shoulder a second time just as Nate came rushing in.

"M-my lord." That man bowed and gasped for breath. "I come with good news."

I raised my eyebrows and found that his hair was very messy, the bags under his eyes were thick, and his body gave off a slightly unpleasant odor. "Are you okay? When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know, my lord." He shrugged. "Three weeks after the arrival of the vampire twins, I continued to work, and only…."

Hia collapsed on the floor and snored. Not long after, the same thing happened to Bran.

One shapeshifter assistant commented. "Sir Bran used some potion to freshen up his face. He's also barely slept these past three weeks."

Damn, they've worked too hard.

"Take them to the clinic for an examination." I gave the order.

***

"Forgive me, my lord." Nate rubbed his eyes. "This tryout got delayed because I overslept."

I purposely let him sleep for a few hours. He really deserved it.

"It's okay." I got on the flying bike already in an empty area. Realizing that Nate didn't stay away, I chuckled. "So, it's not going to explode, huh?"

He flashed that rare smile, then glanced at his assistant shapeshifters. "My team and I have done a thorough inspection. We have checked every part properly. We are confident that this thing will work."

"I don't need to wear armor, then." I stroked the flying bike, which was slimmer and more compact. From the outside alone, I've seen a lot of changes. This thing already looks very different from what I tried a few months ago.

And then, I pressed a button on the right handlebar, causing vibrations in the flying bike and a fierce roar from behind. Looking back, I found that the black smoke from the exhausts was thinner and not as much as it used to be.

"I didn't hear or see anything wrong," Nate observed the flying bike from back to front. "You are good to go, my lord."

Phisovia, watching from the air, waved her hand as a signal that the condition was safe. No succubi or wyverns were passing by.

I gave that woman and Eric a thumbs up, then pushed the small lever on the right handlebar. Slowly but surely, the flying bike started to rise.

"Hi, my lord." Phisovia smiled at me when my position was high enough. "Nice to see you here again."

I can't stop myself from smiling. My gaze was directed to the evening sky, which had turned orange.

Damn. This feeling is similar to when I bought the VR console. My heart is beating like crazy.

It would definitely be different from just riding wyverns.

Taking a deep breath, I pull the throttle. The flying bike started moving, accompanied by a louder exhaust roar.