A Great Man Who Does Not Appear in Magic History - Chapter 9
Ministry of Magic Anderdezun Research Tower. Director’s office.
?What is this gear system supposed to be!!?
An extra of the magazine labeled “Core Magic Development” is being violently torn apart and thrown away.
The new director, George, had his eyes peeled open, his face red, and his body shaking in rage.
?George: You all! Where are my results??
George glared and yelled at his subordinates.
?George: Don’t tell me that the elites of the Ministry of Magic would do something as shameful as loosing to a degreeless.?
His men looked confused as to how to respond.
There is no way they can produce research results that surpass core magic.
?Subordinate 1: Who..told us it was Chief Ein who developed the gear system….?
?Subordinate 2: Apparently the chief proposed a conveyance of the gear system to him at the beginning.?
?Subordinate 3: Ah…what a huge blunder on his part…?
And so on. George’s men are conversing secretly using the?Magic Sound Call{Tesla}?spell so that he cannot hear them.
?George: Say something. Or are you lot a grade below “degreeless”??
George says sarcastically.
As his subordinates grew more and more deflated, one man spoke up.
?How about we file an objection to his application for the rights to the gear system.?
It is David.
?What…??
?David: In short: “He stole the new magic that George Barom has been developing”.?
Without changing his expression, George said with an expression of feigned ignorance.
?…I would like to have a word with you. The rest of you, remove yourselves.?
All of his men left, leaving David alone.
Needless to say, it was clear that he has no intention of rebuking him in any way. Since from here onwards is the back alley, he cannot allow anyone else hear it.
?George: Elaborate.?
?David: A degreeless Magician who has no say in the academic world and who’s name won’t even leave dust on the history books. Against a director with a doctorate. Pretty obvious who’s going to earn more support if you ask me.?
?…You got that right, if we take the story to the academic world, I’ll most definitely win.?
A degreeless magician with a low position is not exactly the picture of credibility.
?David: Only if we get our hands on the magic formation to the core magic before the certification date…?
?George: You have something in mind??
David grins at that question, and takes out a photo from his pocket.
Shannon was in there.
?David: As it so happens, Ein Schubert has a little daughter.?
He means to take his daughter hostage and draw out the core magic formation from him.
?David: That being said, there is no denying that guy’s skills when it comes to barbarisch magic.?
?George: I am still in control of the key to the treasure room on the twelfth floor.?
George takes out the treasure room key from a magic formation.
?David: You mean, that… they say that the Twelve Great Sages created it out of a Dark Moon…..??
George grins.
?George: Ancient magical weapon Gezwarz. A masterpiece by Azenia Babylon; a waste though, to use it on some degreeless runt?
§ § §
After a week–
The doorbell of the old castle on the lake rang.
?Shannon’s here.?
She runs, and stands on tip toes to remove the inner lock, but to no avail.
When Ein lifted her up, Shannon cheerfully removed the lock.
On the other side of the door was a young man wearing military uniform.
A fine man with long black hair tied back, and deep red eyes so piercing that they could cut you.
He had a sword hanging on his waist.
?Shannon: Welcome!?
Shannon greets him spiritedly.
?Shannon: You’re in Papa’s house. Shannon’s Papa’s kid.?
?I go by Guiche Balmond: Commander of the Black Dragon Experimental Unit who reports directly to the Governor of the Holy Army. Ein Schubert, for the illegal collection of the Oriental Moon, I hereby order your arrest.?
?Shannon: Arrest Papa…!??
In Shannon’s mind, images appear: (Arrest?Prison=No greatt achivement).
Immediately, Shannon put her hands together and assumed a pose one would make when getting handcuffed.
?Shannon: Shannon did it!?
?Ein: The Oriental Moon ain’t in his jurisdiction to start with.?
When Ein said that, the area around Guiche’s eyes relaxed slightly.
?Guiche: It’s been a while, Ein. I see you’re still as cocksure as ever.?
?Ein: Lay off me, you’re the one who spurred it on with this stale clown-show, Guiche.?
Shannon shook her head, looking at them alternately as they exchanged their light banter.
?Shannon: Papa, you won’t be arrested??
?Ein: This shithead is my buddy back from my time at the magic academy. I called for him cause I’ve got something I need him to do.?
Ein says.
?Shannon: Innocent.?
And Shannon raised her fist sky-high in triumph.
§ § §
Reception room.
Ein is brewing black tea for Guiche.
?Shannon: Papa’s the best in the royal capital, right??
She must be wanting her father to be praised. When Shannon asked happily, Guiche read the room and responded amicably.
?Guiche: To say he is the best in the royal capital is being modest. After all, the shithead has achieved a great feat that rivals the great Azenia Babylon of the Twelve Great Sages, whom he admires so much.?
?Ein: I wouldn’t say I admire him.?
Ein said in a gruff tone and placed black tea in front of Guiche.
?Shannon: Papa’s better than Azenia, right??
Shannon asks with expectant eyes.
After a moment of silence, Ein answered.
?…Idiot. Azenia Babylon is the founder of Magic Science. There are a mountain of his magic books that we have, even in this modern era, yet to be able to decipher. I’m not even close to his fingertips yet.?
?Shannon: But Papa, you’ll be the best newest, right??
Shannon stretches out her index finger to signify the best.
In response to that question, Ein remained silent and kept a straight face.
?Guiche: That’s impossible.?
Guiche answered on his behalf, holding the cup of tea to his lips.
?Guiche: Besides, this shithead’s personality is rotten.?
?Ein: And I don’t want it to be any different. Do what you have to do already.?
Giuche reached into his pocket and handed Ein an envelope with sealed wax.
When Ein received it, he glanced sideways at Shannon.
Then he stood up.
?Ein: I’m leaving. And while you’re at it, go make Shannon some food.?
?…Hey. Wait.?
Guiche says.
?Shannon: Shannon’s coming too.?
Ein grabbed Shannon’s head as she ran towards him, and she flailed her arms around,?Shannon: Cooooooomiiiiing~?: she whines.
?Ein: If you stay, Guiche will make you a 20-tier pancake.?
Shannon turned around to look at the hard cash, her eyes sparkling.
Guiche was slightly frightened,
?…10 is the limit.?
He said in surrender.