A Great Man Who Does Not Appear in Magic History - Chapter 4
At last, Shannon stopped.
?Ein: What’s up??
Ein turned around in wonder.
?Shannon. No more. Walking’s anoying.?
?Ein: What’s that??
Ein sharpened his eyes and rushed over to Shannon.
She cowers in fear of being scolded.
?Shannon: S-sorr…?
?Ein: Idiot. Why put yourself through that hassle??
Putting Shannon on his shoulders unexpectedly, Ein starts walking.
?Shannon: But if you don’t endure, the future is gonna be very hard.?
That must have been something they said to her at the orphanage.
Shannon honestly believes so.
?Ein: Huh? You’ve got a future ahead of you until you kick the bucket. Are you going to endure for the rest of your life??
Shannon tilts her head with a look of confusion.
?Ein: If you’re my kid, then figure out a way to alleviate the tiresome whatnots.?
?Shannon: So, what’re gonna do in work??
Shannon asked, completely unrelated to what they had been discussing.
?Ein: The research tower of the Ministry of Magic is developing Self-Evolving Multipurpose Spells using Magic Formation Implements.?
Shannon’s face was full of doubts at the unfamiliar words that were lined up.
?Shannon: The one Shannon used? Suuupeeerrr gear!?
She must have remembered what Ein had said when he purified the low-class ghosts.
?It’s different from the gear system.?
?Shannon: Why??
?Ein: Because it has no development permit.?
Therefore, the gear system is being developed by Ein personally.
To dispel Shannon’s doubts, he continued his explanation.
?Ein: All the spells in this world belongs to the Twelve Core Magic Systems. The one’s who made this: The Twelve Great Sages.?
?Shannon: Are they reeaallly amazing??
?Ein: They’re great achievers. If you were to take out even one of them, hundreds of spells would disappear from this world.?
For example, the?Explosive Magic Flame Cannon{Volks}?belongs to the torridity system.
Naturally, if the torridity system itself had not been developed, there is no way that {Volks} could have either.
?Shannon: No walking on water!?
?Ein: Indeed. It’s thanks to the Twelve Great Men that such a beautiful technique came into being.?
With boyish eyes, he goes on while admiring the great Magicians.
?Ein: 700 years have passed since the development of the trunk system; no new core magic has been developed ever since. The gear system is also Core Magic after all. Researches that are more solid for money-making are more popular.?
No budget will be allocated to unprofitable researches.
Development of Core Magic was a dream for many Magicians, but a big risk for research institutes.
The floor is covered with water, but similarly to the old castle on the lake, they hover on the water surface.
?Shannon: Huge treeee.?
Shannon’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at the mysterious big tree.
?Ein: It’s the Magic Formation Implement of the Self-evolving Multi-Purpose Spell: ?Eternal world Tree{Ragea}??
????: What a lovely guest you brought along, Chief. Did you kidnap her??
The one who had called out to him from behind was a fellow with a slender build dressed in vestments. His name: Luke. He is a First-Class Magician working under Ein in this Magic Workshop.
?Ein: Ooh, Luke. This rascal is…?
?Shannon: Shannon; Papa’s kid!?
Interrupting Ein, Shannon greeted him energetically.
?Luke: Papa??
Luke looked at Ein in surprise.
?Ein: I collected her from an orphanage yesterday.?
For some reason, Shannon is puffing out her chest.
Perhaps proud of being ‘collected’.
?Luke: Ahh…?
Luke had a sullen look on his face.
?Ein: As per the terms of that moronic director of ours. We can now extend the research period of {Ragea} by a year.?
Ein looked up a little happy at the new magic he was researching??that mysterious big tree.
Then, Luke cut in on his parade with some difficulty.
?Luke: About that, Director Gerar has transferred.?
?Ein: Pardon??
Ein looked back at Luke look as though not having heard him at all.
?Luke: The new director came to see me sometime ago and asked me to direct you to come to his office once you arrive.?
Ein clicked his tongue.
?Ein: Gerar you shithead. You ran away, didn’t you.?
?Luke: It’s quite bad. Our research isn’t exactly mainstream.?
In the middle of his exposition, Ein turned on his heel and started walking.
?Luke: Chief??
A middle-aged man is sitting in front of an extravagant desk. He has thin hair; a beard, and an energetic look that suggests he has won his way up the ladder.
?I am George Ballom; the newly appointed director.?
As George said so, he placed stacks of paper on the desk overbearingly.
?George: The results of the first magic workshop are atrocious. What am I looking at here??
He glares at Ein standing across the desk.
?Ein: As indicated in the development plan, unlike conventional research???
?George: What is your degree??
George interrupted Ein’s explanation in a high-handed manner with a question on his own
Ein hesitated for a moment.
His guess was that George did not unknowingly ask.
?George: Something the matter with you? Your degree. Answer me.?
?Ein:..I’m degreeless, I guess??
?George: Precisely the reason for the lack of results.?
Wanting to come off natural, George gave him an answer he had prepared for him in advance.
He takes out a piece of parchment from his desk.
?George: You, as the head of the department, will be hold accountable for the failure to develop new spells which cost us a fortune.?
With a flick of his finger, George sent the piece of parchment flying to him.
Ein caught it.
?George: You are to be dismissed from the Ministry of Magic.?
The parchment was a notice of dismissal.
After going through the letter, Ein looked at George.
?Ein: There ain’t much traffic up there, eh??
Ein’s provocation has George miffed.
?George: What did you say??
?Ein: You’ll never get ahead in the Ministry of Magic that way.?
Ein illustrates a magic formation. What appeared there was a bundle of parchments.
?…..?…..And this is supposed to be??
?Ein: The thesis on Core Magic that I’m researching separately. After its development, I’ll let the Ministry of Magic have the rights to it.?
Hearing that, George looks quizzical.
?Ein: In exchange, let me continue my research on {Ragea}.?
Ein puts the bundle of parchments on George’s desk.
?George: If you have the licensee to Core Magic, you can only go up??is that what you mean to say??
?Ein: The research is 90% complete. You can make your decision after reading it.?
?George: I see.?
?A thesis will only be permitted with a degree. Your research is useless, as is your life.?
He said mockingly.
?George: Having said that, let me buy that reckless effort of yours.?
He opens his desk drawer.
He threw the envelope he took out at Ein’s feet.
He lowers his gaze slightly.
?George: A list of new spells being developed by Research Institutes. If they were to become the Ministry of Magic’s, we would make bank.?
In addition to the Ministry of Magic, there are many other research institutes on the continent, and they are working hard on the development of new spells.
In doing so, they will have a greater saying in the magical world, ensuring them profits and honor.
It was clear that George wanted exactly that.
?Ein: You want me to steal the new spells??
The new spells under development by other research institutes. For him steal all their magic formations and apply for its licensee before they could.
The new spells will then belong to the Ministry of Magic.
Of course, if he were to be discovered, it would be a one-way ticket to prison.
?You want to continue your research, don’t you? I don’t mind doubling your budget.?
Said George, fully intending on taking advantage of him.
He must have used similar tactics to have gotten to where he is.
By wielding a whip and giving candy to those in weaker positions, such as Ein, he manipulated them as he wished.
?Ein: I get it.?
Grinning, George lets out a sly grin.
?George: I’m glad you’re a man of understanding….!?
Ein trampled on the envelope containing the list of new spells.
That was a clear statement.
Even if he were to lose his job, he would not steal new magic.
Ein’s cold and George’s wicked gaze intersect.
While George looked helplessly chagrined, Ein silently turned on his heel and left the director’s office; having nothing more to say to the fool.