Chapter 4
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 4: Yveline von Estal Wants to Learn Physics (2)
Let's briefly summarize the situation.
So, the place I am in right now is inside the romance fantasy novel
that I stopped reading in my past life?
The very novel I dropped midway without even seeing the ending.
But here, a very decisive question arises.
'Why on earth is Yveline here?'
If it followed the original work, it would be normal for her to have entered the Imperial Academy by now and be engaging in a fierce battle of nerves with the original heroine, 'Yuna Floris'.
Wasn't her set curriculum to bully Yuna, plot schemes, and eventually be thoroughly thrashed by the main male leads and face a guillotine ending along with her family?
But why did she leave that brilliant path of ruin and crawl into this trivial laboratory?
'If this happens, what about the original plot progression? How bored would the readers reading this be!'
If the original villain is stuck in a lab writing papers, the novel genre suddenly changes from [Romance Fantasy] to [Office/Academic].
"............"
The cause is obvious.
The magic circle I modified.
My physics-based magic thesis attracted the massive variable known as Yveline to this dull laboratory.
"I should have done it moderately......."
Just as I was about to tear my hair out thinking the situation was twisted as much as it could be.
Suddenly, an amazing hypothesis flashed through my mind.
'......Huh? Isn't this actually good?'
Let's quietly punch the calculator.
What if I keep Yveline stuck in this laboratory like glue?
In conclusion, if I just make Yveline quietly devote herself to studying magic here, everything will be okay.
Right, is there a need to get deeply involved?
I just have to teach her some magic, keep a moderate distance, and make her a fixture of the laboratory.
Literally, a blessing in disguise.
"Not bad?"
I nodded alone and smiled.
Imprisoning Yveline in the prison named 'Graduate Student'.
That will be the most perfect sealing magic to protect the Empire and myself.
At that very moment.
The heavy door of the laboratory opened roughly.
Bang—!
The dazzling pink hair I saw yesterday filled my vision.
Yveline von Estal.
She walked in with eyes shining even more brightly than yesterday.
In her hands were the magic books I had roughly thrown to her yesterday.
"All mana holds a primordial directionality."
I continued speaking with the most solemn expression possible.
"It is foolish for a mage to ignore that causality and twist the path. It is like trying to block a flowing river with your palm."
I paused for a moment and observed Yveline's reaction.
Her pupils are shaking.
Good, it's working.
"The explosion you experienced isn't a simple failure. It's merely a reaction."
"......Reaction?"
"Yes. Acknowledge the inertia of mana, and design the path of causality smoothly. Because in the place where resistance disappears, only pure authority will remain."
Geez, it's an absurd explanation even to my ears.
To plaster modern physics concepts of inertia and vectors with mysticism.
If my supervising professor from my past life saw this, he would have slapped my cheek with a thesis.
But what can I do.
This is a world of swords and magic.
I am inside a romance fantasy novel lacking common sense.
The scientific development of this world is so disastrous it brings tears to my eyes.
What fills that vacancy is a terribly solid religious color.
If I suddenly said things like "The Earth is round and revolves around the sun" or "According to the Second Law of Thermodynamics~" in a place like this?
It's 100 percent.
I would be invited by the Inquisitors and make a splendid debut as the main character of a burning at the stake.
I don't have the courage to follow in Galileo Galilei's footsteps and mutter "And yet it moves."
So, I packaged all physical laws thoroughly in a fantasy style.
Gravity as the earth's yearning attraction, Action-Reaction as the law of karmic retribution.
"I understood."
Her speed of understanding is truly amazing.
This Princess, the modifier of genius is not a waste on her.
She absorbs the physical concepts I throw roughly as metaphors like a sponge.
No, beyond the level of absorbing, she is recreating them as her own.
The problem is that her attitude changed rapidly in that process.
"Rihan, then how about this part? If I twist mana into a spiral and eject it, wouldn't the moment of inertia or whatever become stronger and increase penetration power?"
At some point, she started using casual speech.
Wait, wasn't I in the professor position?
Since she is a Duke's daughter, I can't say anything either.
What power do I, held by the leash in a class society, have?
Screw it, I decided to slip into casual speech too.
Because that's what a master originally does.
"Correct. If the projectile spins, the energy condenses to one point. Efficiency is maximized."
At my clear affirmation, Yveline's eyes sparkled.
Seeing that she has no separate complaints, it seems she doesn't even care about the casual speech.
I preserved the dignity of a professor.
'Well, the better you understand, the less work I have to do.'
If Yveline sticks to the laboratory like glue and only digs into magic formulas?
There will be no time to torment the original heroine Yuna.
And the collapse of the Duke family will also disappear.
Then my peaceful salary thief life is guaranteed forever.
"Hmm, got it. Then the next formula is......."
Looking at Yveline, who buried her head again and wrote down formulas, I let out a sigh of relief.
Grow up well. Yveline.
Until you become the Empire's best (graduate student) mage.
However, Yveline, who understood theory like a ghost, struggled in actual practice.
"No! It exploded again! Why can't I produce that blue flame like you!?"
Yveline screamed while firing a Fireball into the air.
The firepower itself was tremendous.
But it is not the plasma-type flame compressed into that narrow space that I showed.
What is the reason?
Is my talent unique?
Or is there some munchkin cheat hidden in this body that I don't know about?
'Hmm... honestly, I don't really know either.'
But there is a most likely hypothesis.
She is an otherworlder who has lived her whole life believing that magic is the resonance of the soul.
Trying to follow only with images and senses without a deep understanding of formulas, errors occur at the microscopic Micro-control stage.
Scientific talent.
In other words, it was a limitation coming from the absence of foundational knowledge.
"Don't be impatient. It's rare for anyone to be good from the beginning."
"Hmph, just watch. I will master it perfectly soon."
She huffed and gathered mana again, then stared intently at me as if she suddenly remembered something.
"By the way Rihan, what Hierarchy are you?"
"Hierarchy?"
When I asked back stupidly, Yveline began to explain as if I was pathetic.
In fact, since I read the novel
, I knew roughly.
But the explanation heard in reality had a different weight.
"All mages eventually devote themselves to magic for the purpose of Ascension. The indicator that represents that can be seen as the Hierarchy."
Ascension...
In terms of my past life, would it be a feeling similar to reaching the end of academics and breaking through the singularity, the realm of God?
"Then is there anyone who actually succeeded in Ascension? What, do they ride clouds and become immortals or something?"
"A few are recorded in history books. They are legendary figures who transcended the world. But the person closest to Ascension in the current era is only the Great Sage Elysia."
"Then what about you, my Lady?"
"I am of the 2nd Hierarchy. In my age group, there is only me in the entire Empire."
Yveline puffed out her chest, boasting.
It seems to be a great achievement.
Well. Even in the original novel, she was a genius villainess who pressured the heroine with this arrogant talent.
But her eyes soon were dyed with strange suspicion and scanned me.
"But you are really ambiguous. Looking only at mana amount, it's a rat's tail level that can't even cross the threshold of the 1st Hierarchy, but the efficiency or precision of magic you show...... is at a level that even 2nd Hierarchy mages can't imitate. I don't know if I should count this as a Hierarchy."
It was an evaluation where I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult.
I can't even refute the fact that my mana amount is a rat's tail.
"Well, I'm not interested in things like Hierarchy. I just want to live a long and thin life."
"Don't say stupid things. Leaving your foot in this field means you also have greed for knowledge. The final goal of a mage is the same. Ascension. Don't you want that too?"
At Yveline's words, I gave an awkward smile.
Actually, she is right.
If I had absolutely no greed for knowledge, would I be crazy enough to graft physics onto magic in this dangerous world?
'Because it is true that I have greed for knowledge.'
Since I have already stepped into a world where big shots like the Great Sage Elysia are mentioned.
The life of an ordinary salary thief might have already crossed the water far away.