Dream Life

After being asked to crusade the soldier ants (Soldier Ants), he also went to the mountains several times. But so far, I haven't met a demon that strong.

While I was doing so, it was late May and I had a final exam.

The written exam was as simple as ever, and both me and Sharon scored full.

And it's a practical exam, but the freshman year sees magic manipulation, and Sharon almost took the chief at risk. To be precise, it is on the day of the closing ceremony on June 29th that the test results are available, and the results have not yet been obtained. But in Professor Raspade's view, I'm almost certain I'm the chief.

The test of magic manipulation was a test of how well you activate and control your own good magic. Specifically, it competes for precision such as magic hit rate.

I don't feel like losing if it's just power, but when it comes to accuracy, the story changes. Sharon operates more subtly, especially in the magic of swallow-winged blades (swallow cutters).

This time, I beat her because my goal was fixed. If it's fixed, even me, it won't make a difference because I can almost make it hit in the middle.

Then why did Professor Raspade affirm my chief that I simultaneously activated three magical swordfish and hit the center of it all.

So far, Sharon doesn't like simultaneous activation, and even his best swallow cutters can only get up to two shots. Still, from the current common sense of magic, it's amazing enough, but from the point of view of simultaneous activation alone, I'm overwhelmingly better.

If I have magic that doesn't require manipulation after activation, I can activate about five shots at the same time.

In response to the topic of magic control, what I have done is a little creepy, but simultaneous activation is also part of magic control. Professor Raspade gave me a heartbeat, so I think my chief is almost certain.

If this is the goal to move, it is likely Sharon has taken the lead. If I'm also a goal to travel at some speed, I'm confident I can hit where I'm aiming, but in Sharon's case, if I do poorly, I show enough control to even hit the flying arrows.

Of course, Sharon, who doesn't like every dispute, doesn't intend to be his chief. Especially if you take the lead on my opponent, you'll be down. And I might say I'm returning the chief.

There is no restraint at all on me being the chief of this kind of thing.

The sequence of the College seems essential for my emergence within the Sorcerer's Guild, but I'm not going to be an employee of the Sorcerer's Guild, nor am I going to be a court sorcerer.

The only reason I'm in the college so far is that I can be mentored by Professor Raspade. The professor's instruction is not common, but it is very easy for me to understand. Especially for one instance, the way in which we deepen the debate is similar to the design meetings of the technicians, and it is very helpful to see new ideas emerge or to be able to correct one's mistakes.

Its professor Raspade, but he's started giving public lectures in January.

Lectures that can be listened to by all graduate students, but initially, due to the size of the auditorium, they were limited to two hundred students.

But the hope of taking the course was amazing.

Firstly, almost all fifth graders, the most advanced students, wished, and nearly 80% of fourth graders applied. In addition, nearly two hundred applications were received even in third grade and below. In other words, the total number of applications will be less than six hundred, and nearly 60% of students across the college would have wished.

The college also panicked about this. Naturally, I would go talk to Professor Raspade, but the professor didn't even try to get in on the consultation, just saying that he would leave it to the college side.

Unfortunately, the Dean of the Academy visited us for direct talks when we were taking the professor's lecture.

The Dean of the Academy made me cry, and the professor told me this.

"I'll leave it to you, Mr. Lockhart. Because you seem to be good at this sort of thing."

I said to the professor, "I'm not a teacher's assistant or anything. And when my freshman year started saying..." the dean blocked me,

"Mr. Lockhart. Do something about it. You may use my authority if you need it. If this doesn't work, I'll tell the chairman of the committee... no, it's nothing"

Apparently, he cares about Senator Worgman and wants to end up with great success at all costs.

I simply said I should narrow it down to two hundred people in the lottery.

"Then you can't. This public lecture is designed to open wide doors to motivated students to acquire deeper knowledge. If it shrinks to a third, it won't achieve its purpose."

I didn't even think you'd say that to me in my freshman year, but I tried to give you my next thought.

"If that's the case, shouldn't a teacher be given three lectures?

When I say that, now the professor says, "It's just a hassle. I'm not going to do that twice extra," I don't try to fit in at all.

trouble. He took me out into the hallway when I whispered to the dean, "Please nominate someone to be in charge of the teacher,"

"I don't have an official who can deal with Dr. Raspade. The teacher is going to listen to you. [M] Can you do something about it? Please."

That's what I said, he kept his head down to worship me.

I had no choice but to take it because I was the author of a public lecture, even though I thought that would not be the least of my students.

Then it was hard.

There is only one place in this college where six hundred people can get in.

It's a student cafeteria.

The dining room itself allows about three hundred people to eat at a time, so if we clear the table, we should manage to get everyone in.

But that doesn't mean the professor's lecture is open.

The lecture itself is only an hourly comma, but we also need to arrange for preparation and clean-up. This just throws round to officials, but still had problems.

Naturally, there is no microphone or speaker in this world.

It is quite impossible to lecture 600 people in a flesh voice against them. Since it is not even more like an auditorium, it is nearly twenty meters away from the back seat, so it would be difficult to see the blackboard letters brought in.

First, I checked the professor for loud magic props, but he told me that I had never seen them.

If the professor, who is an expert in magic props, doesn't know, then I guess no loud magic props exist.

The professor's voice goes through a lot if it's about 20m, so if you don't have a private language or something, you should be able to hear it somehow. If you could also write the blackboard letters out loud, I'd figure it out. I decided to think so.

But the professor's lecture should be quite advanced. Perhaps even fourth or fifth graders may not be able to keep up with their understanding.

I thought about making a summary. I thought with this I would be able to keep up with it to some extent, but this was tough too.

First of all, I don't have anything convenient like a copier.

All the books in this world are handwritten and not even printed on wood. A4 If you want to make about one piece of lejme, you have to prepare six hundred of them.

I tried to print wood, but I couldn't find a good sculptor. I had no choice but to do it myself, but I flashed there.

Wouldn't it be necessary to use a wooden board? I wondered if I could use metallic magic to make it out of metal plates.

Have them prepare thick iron plates about 2 cm thick in size A4. Then paste the professor's handwritten manuscript onto it.

Carefully cut off the part of the letter. This task was done by a clever Sharon.

Only the letter part remains on the iron plate, and the metal is extracted perpendicular to the surface with a thickness of about five mm from the top of the plate. Since the magic of the extraction "Abstract" needs to be touched directly in the hand, iron remains on the paper part. I have to be aware here that if you don't hang the magic vertically, the letters will be cut off because it will scrape underneath the letter part.

He failed several times and created a single iron plate print.

I wrote briefly, but it was a very tough task to spend most of my practical time and use my magic to its limits. So much so that I needed Liddy and Sharon to replace me on bath duty.

The professor looked at the situation with interest and was quite surprised when the prints were completed and tried and imprinted.

"Isn't this a great invention! It's revolutionary in academic development. Yeah, that's Mr. Lockhart. This is a very popular technology!

Indeed, printing will be necessary for academic development. The manufacture of paper can be magically and relatively easy, so if a book can be made with metal prints, the price of the book drops at once.

I nodded at it but realized it was there after it was all done.

(You should have printed a hard copy of this. Letters are easy too...... let's popularize the hard copy print because someone can come up with this cumbersome metal print......)

I decided to disseminate print.

And Professor Raspade's public lecture at the heart, but he didn't distribute collation tickets or anything, so he got more than he planned. I noticed that and the staff were in quite a hurry, but managed to push it in well and it ended with great success.

However, during the lecture, I sat me and Sharon beside the professor and came to ask questions every time something happened. I managed to speak with a voice to the point where I could hear it behind me, but Sharon became even smaller than usual, and I was supposed to talk like an interpreter.

Somehow, it seemed like a student role on an education show, which was very uncomfortable.

He has since given public lectures at a monthly pace, but it has been difficult to prepare for each big event. When I spoke to the professor about it, he said, "If you're my assistant, I'll play the hand."

I decided to move Pierce Worgman, a magician guild councillor, to popularize print.

I haven't seen my classmate Quentin Worgman in months since he was trying to keep his face as clear as possible from the wreck last October.

Still, when I visited the Sorcerer's Guild, the visit came true immediately. Apparently, you still care what you owe me.

After a brief greeting, take the story straight.

"I thought of a very useful technique for the Mage Guild. Could you buy it?"

Then, we show the typeface for printing and the insertion board made as a sample.

"We will arrange this typography according to the text. And embedded in this way...... now printing will make it dramatically easier to manufacture the book. How about that?

The senator stares at it with a stunned look and then nods loudly.

"Surely this is a very useful technology. How much do you want me to buy this for?

Honestly, I'm not going to make any money with this, it could have been as much. Besides, this technology only uses metallic magic, which is not so complicated. I can also say I don't need a senator here, decide to develop my own, and steal ideas.

"Whatever your valuation is. Even if it's one e (elle) (= ten yen), I'll sell it."

I was concerned that Senator Worgman had a loan. I thought it would be nice if the senator thought I owed him back with this idea, and I said I would ride his word. Assuming there really isn't a problem with even one e. I'm just talking about recognizing then that he's going to turn me against the enemy.

The senator seemed to understand my intentions, too, and after a bitter laugh, "It's really hard to deal with you," I thought about it for about thirty seconds,

"Ten thousand C (Krona)? This is the limit to getting it out of the Board of Education and Research budget. If you want to pay for the next fiscal year, I can put it up a little bit."

The senator said so to try me.

(Sounds like you're going to try and figure out how to answer that. Let me just say it's okay for the next fiscal year, and if you say you can't get a budget, the amount won't change in the end. I guess you're going to make sure the word is true and false that I don't care how much)

"That's okay. Or you can lower it a little bit."

I said that lightly, but it was a failure.

"Right. If so, I'll have the Alliance's magician give me technical guidance for what I think is a lot. I don't know, but it looks pretty hard to process."

The senator seems to have asked me out with the intention of giving him technical guidance.

(As always, you're a hassle, Jen. Well, I was going to take care of him that much, so I don't mind, but being left to do it is an obstacle... well, now it feels like reciprocity. Senator won't think you owe me any more, either)

The senator immediately called an official and had him draw up a contract on the spot.

I spent more than twenty minutes checking the contract I was able to do.

The officials I made thought I didn't understand, tried to explain, but me and the senator stared at me and shut me up.

(The terms of performance of the contract are fine. I wouldn't have a problem with the text about the flaws either...... this is the only place you have a problem)

When I lifted my eyes, there was a senator laughing at Nico and an upset official. Alliance officials seemed frustrated with college students holding busy senators in vain for more than twenty minutes.

I pretended not to notice it and pointed out the problem.

"This text, Article VI, states that" B shall transfer technology to a metallic magician of A ", but this is the problem. It is possible that I,“ B ”in the name of technology transfer, will continue to coach you forever. So please specify that the definition of technology transfer is to be clarified, and that the Alliance, which is A, selects competent magicians in good faith. With regard to the method of technology transfer, we would like you to add that Party B finds that the magician skill of Party A is sufficient, or that the total time taken to complete it should be within twenty hours."

"Have you noticed yet," the senator said as he blew out, ordering officials to amend.

Officials will rework the contract as they circle their eyes on the conversation between me and the senator. In the meantime, the senator gave a serious look,

"This invention is a historical invention. Let's call this printing method Lockhart Printing. That's all it's worth."

I asked him not to stand out any more, and he said, "Normally,“ typographical printing ”or“ typographical printing "is fine," and he praised me.

As I interacted, I was wondering how this invention would affect this world.

(If the price of books drops, the diffusion of knowledge progresses dramatically. In that case, educational standards may rise and natural sciences such as mathematics and physics may develop innovatively. In the future, there is a possibility that scientific and technological developments that can be used even if there is no magical literacy. No, it could be a new technology that blends magic and science... maybe this time a little sooner...)

When we get a contract and make sure it's okay, me and Congressman Worgman sign it.

When we finished signing, we stood up and shook hands.

"Looks like I owe you again. However, not me personally, but the Sorcerer's Guild. This invention is worth it."

I said, "If I'm going to use it to develop my education, I'm not going to get paid," and I left his room.

■ ■ ■

Zacharias Lockhart left my room.

Since the remaining officials have asked, "Is he that (...) Lockhart,"

"Oh, that's that (...) Lockhart. Be careful what you see when you get fooled by that look."

It was rare for me to go along with the official's words.

But what I said to him was sincere.

If he was my age, I'd be Miles - Councillor Miles Isherwood. Wargman's college synchronization - he could have been a crazy man with such jealousy.

The rival heart that my son Quentin had against Lockhart disappeared before it burned greatly. This will be a great survival for my son.