At the sa ti, in the Moon Tower's room of the Golden Princess.
"Professor, let us go into battle."
"Professor, let them see what we're capable of."
It was only in monts like these that Flat and Svin would co to an agreent.
Waver didn't imdiately respond to their eagerness. Instead, he turned to the elderly woman beside him. No matter how much of an advantage he and his students might have, they were still guests. Before the host spoke, unnecessary actions should be avoided as much as possible.
"Lord Valualeta, what do you think?"
"My opinion is that I have no opinion."
Even as storm clouds began to surround the Twin Tower, Lord Valualeta remained calm, seemingly unfazed by the ritual magecraft that was capable of altering the weather.
"How can you be so indifferent? Isn't this your territory?"
Flat grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Svin quickly tried to rein in his tactless comnt.
"Flat, you should speak more respectfully to the Lord!"
"No need to worry, I don't mind," the elderly woman said with a smile. "But you're mistaken on one point—this is not my territory; it belongs to Iselma. While Iselma is indeed a branch of the Valualeta family, his land is independent within the Clock Tower and doesn't technically fall under my jurisdiction. Although Galliasta's thods are sowhat crude, they don't violate the rules among magi. More importantly, his approach aligns with the principles of democracy."
"Beauty is subli. Even if it's only montary, simply existing has value. All we need to do is pass through this fleeting mont. —Similarly, this era should be managed by those who live in it now, without clinging to the bloodlines of the past. That is our belief."
This was what Lord Valualeta had said during last night's social gathering, reflecting the eternal ideals of the Creation Departnt. Now, how to judge value? The current situation provided the best opportunity. Atrum Galliasta, aware of the Lord's presence, still dared to display his power. If Byron couldn't showcase his strength, there would be no reason to pity him if he were defeated.
In a way, this was fair, but in another sense, it was cold and ruthless—a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of the El-lloi classroom, leaving its two students feeling uneasy.
Svin hesitated before speaking. "But Iselma is still a branch of the Valualeta family..."
"That's why I didn't say I wouldn't intervene at all," Lord Valualeta replied with a more joyful smile.
"Professor Velvet, I'd like to commission you to assist Lord Byron."
"What?"
The two young n couldn't keep up with the old woman's thinking, and even Waver was puzzled by her intentions.
"Lord, what are you..."
"Don't understand why I'm doing this? And you're the Head of the Modern Magecraft Departnt? Oh, it seems the rumors are true that your sister handles all the administrative work for the departnt."
"Ugh..."
"Brother, this commission is beneficial for us. It not only allows us to showcase the strength of the El-lloi classroom, but it also provides an opportunity to make Lord Valualeta owe us a favor. As for the paynt... Lord Valualeta has always been generous; we won't suffer a loss."
"Even though I know you're flattering , it's still nice to hear," Lord Valualeta said, resting her chin on her hand.
"Let's do this—if you can resolve this incident satisfactorily, I'll ensure the Silver Princess joins the El-lloi classroom."
"This..."
What kind of reward is that?
Reines frowned but quickly realized the opportunity it presented—the possibility of reaching the Root was an irresistible lure for other magi.
"I understand. Lord Valualeta is indeed generous. Brother, please make the decision. When I arrived, Lord Byron had already gone to et the enemy."
"If you've already said this much, what's left to decide?"
Waver looked at them, who had co to an agreent, and naturally didn't hesitate any longer.
"Flat, Svin, Gray—you're up first."
"Sir, yes sir!"
Flat exaggeratedly saluted, showing his enthusiasm, which was typical of soone who loved B-movies and easily picked up on various references.
"Yes, Master."
"Leave it to us."
After responding, the three of them sprinted out of the room, each moving as swiftly as a professional athlete. Undoubtedly, they were using magecraft.
Watching them leave, Lord Valualeta's eyes glead with curiosity.
"Three different thods of using magecraft, and none of them require incantations. The El-lloi classroom's reputation is well-deserved."
Waver smiled; only at tis like this did he allow his pride to show—look, those are my students.
"Reines, Levi, let's get ready as the second wave. There are many enemies, and Gray and the others lack experience, so we must be prepared to assist at any ti."
"In that case, Mr. Levi and I will suffice. Brother, you should stay here." Reines shook her head at Waver.
"The commission is to resolve this incident satisfactorily, not just the attack but also the Golden Princess's case. As you often say, everyone has their area of expertise. Solving mysteries is yours, while combat is ours. Leave it to us."
Waver looked at his single remaining white glove, then at the calm Shinji, and finally nodded.
"Then I'll leave it to you. Levi, you're the eldest—take care of the others."
"Don't worry, Professor," Shinji said as he casually smashed a sculpture in the room.
"The other enemies might be difficult to deal with, but Galliasta is nothing. Lightning magecraft is powerful, but its flaws are equally apparent. If you approach it scientifically, it's easy to handle."
Waver glanced at the shattered sculpture pieces.
"Brass—I see what you're planning. Using science to counter magecraft, huh?"
"You taught well," Shinji said, lightly complinting Waver.
"If there's nothing else, we'll head out."
"Stay safe."
"Will do, brother."
Reines walked out with a different, more determined stride, shedding the elegance of a noblewoman and embracing the sharpness of a magus.
"The El-lloi Classroom, take the field!"
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