Hilda Everett was in despair.
As a researcher at the Institute of Magic Research, she had accumulated a massive amount of materials and experintal equipnt, not only at her workplace but also at ho.
She left all cleaning duties to her housemaid, but of course, she couldn't let the maid touch her research materials or experintal equipnt, so she had to tidy them up herselfor rather, she thought she was tidying them up.
For Hilda, as long as she put the materials she had used haphazardly on an empty shelf or didn't leave them lying around on the floor or desk, that counted as being tidy.
If she stuffed old research data into a random shelf, even if it was cramd to the limit, that was considered tidy for her.
As a result, it was not uncommon for old research materials to avalanche out and cause a huge ss when she opened a shelf. And that was exactly what happened this ti.
The mont she opened the shelf, the mountain of materials cramd to the limit ca crashing down, hitting Hilda directly and scattering magnificently on the floor.
Buried under the materials, Hilda adjusted her crooked glasses and muttered with the face of a scholar confronting a difficult problem:
"How strange. Why it becos like this when I'm always tidying my things up"
Muttering sothing that would make the maid shake her head in exasperation, she started clearing a path through the scattered materials.
But as she cleared them, more materials ca tumbling down, so the tidying never seed to end.
Just as she was at a loss in the situation where she could barely find a foothold, she heard the sound of the maid coming up the stairs from downstairs.
This was bad. She would get scolded again.
"Lady Hilda, would it be better if I do it myself?"
"Just a mont, please. I was simply conducting an experint on falling motion with air resistance. It's not that the contents of the shelf fell out."
The middle-aged maid's face was full of exasperation as she watched Hilda hurriedly make excuses. The maid, who had been familiar with such situations for a long ti, was not surprised anymore.
Letting out a deep sigh, the maid put her hands on her hips and said,
"I can't make sense of what you're saying, but Miss Monica has arrived."
"Eh?"
Startled by the ntion of her adopted daughter's return, Hilda stood up hastily, inevitably stepping on the materials and sitting down with a magnificent thud.
"Welco back, Monica."
Greeting Monica, who was waiting in the living room drinking tea, Hilda was slightly limping and holding her lower back with her hand.
Since they had heard a loud thud from upstairs just a little while ago, Monica, who knew her foster mother well, guessed that Hilda had ssed sothing up and fallen again.
"Umm, are your back okay?"
"I'm fine, I was just conducting an experint on falling motion with air resistance."
In other words, she had dropped sothing and made a ss on the floor.
Since Monica was already used to such incidents, she didn't pry any further. Instead, she returned her teacup to the saucer and faced Hilda directly.
"Umm, there's sothing I want to ask of you, Hilda"
"What is it?"
Hilda tilted her head with a smile, and Monica, feeling a little apologetic, ca straight to the point,
"Please give my father's research materials."
The smile vanished from Hilda's face.
"No, I can't."
The brief pause before her answer was probably because she was debating whether to dodge the question or respond honestly.
But it wasn't for her own sake. Everything was out of consideration for Monica, as Monica knew.
"I did take your father Dr. Rayne's materials and hide them when he was arrested. But these are materials that cannot be made public A smart girl like you should understand the reason, shouldn't you?"
If Dr. Rayne's research materials were published, those who did not approve of Dr. Rayne's achieventsDuke Crockfordwould surely extend his hands towards them.
That was Hilda's concern.
That's why Monica stated clearly,
"Hilda, I I'm going to fight Duke Crockford."
Hearing the word "fight" cos out of Monica's mouth, Hilda's eyes widen.
Moreover, the opponent was Duke Crockford, the most powerful man in the country, who had driven Monica's father to his death.
Hilda had been hiding the fact that Duke Crockford was involved in Dr. Rayne's death from Monica all this ti, to keep her safe.
"So you've realized about Duke Crockford"
"I need my father's research materials to fight Duke Crockford Please, lend your strength."
As Monica bowed her head, Hilda folded her arms and fell silent.
The long silence was a reflection of Hilda's inner conflict.
"Monica, do you understand what kind of research your father Dr. Rayne was doing?"
"I've read my father's books. I know what he was trying to create."
The Black Chalicea magic tool that analyzes the mana patterns in blood to read a person's genetic information.
While Monica understood the outline, recreating what her father had tried to make from scratch would undoubtedly take an imnse amount of ti.
Monica excelled in mathematics and magic formulas, but she was inexperienced in creating magic tools. She could embed simple formulas into gems, but to make complex objects, she needed blueprints.
Her father's research materials were absolutely necessary.
Monica clenched her fists on her lap and said in a trembling voice,
"I have to fight Duke Crockford That's why I need my father's research."
Seeing Monica who's always chosen to run away until now, displaying her determination to fight for the first ti, Hilda let out a deep, long breath.
"Co to think of it, the avalanche from the shelf might have been so kind of guidance."
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"Follow ."
Hilda stood up and beckoned for Monica to follow.
Hilda led her to the study on the second floor of the Everett residence. The study door was left wide open, with sheets of paper scattered from inside into the hallway. Hilda picked up the papers with an embarrassed look and went into the room.
Inside, the floor was littered with materials, just as Monica had imagined. Hilda diligently picked them up and cleared a path to the storage shelves. Then she firmly pushed the back of an empty shelf.
With a clicking sound, a panel at the back ca loose. Removing the panel revealed a small space behind it.
There, bound with a string, was a single bundle of materials stored.
"This was all I could grab in a hurry."
Hilda handed the bundle of materials to Monica. Monica flipped through the thick materials, scanning them.
These were the very design blueprints for the magic toolthe unfinished Black Chalicethat Monica had been seeking.
This magic tool would be the key to rescuing Isaac.
However, as Monica looked over the blueprints, she bit her lip in rising frustration.
The blueprints being over 80% complete is lucky, but it requires more materials and equipnt than I expected especially the small parts, many of them will be hard to obtain
To create this "Black Chalice," she would need equipnt equivalent to those at Minerva.
But she couldn't use Minerva. If she attempted to create a magic tool at Minerva, the perceptive Louis would undoubtedly notice.
What Monica was about to do could not be known to Louis or any of the other Seven Sages.
To make this, I need equipnt equivalent to Minerva plus there are many special materials, so just gathering the materials would take a month but the Supre Council is in just two weeks
In two weeks, at the Supre Council, the fate of the young man who impersonated Felix Ark Ridill would be decided.
Monica had laid just one stepping stone for that.
But to make use of that stepping stone, she was lacking far too many things.
Equipnt, materials, ti, skills, information, manpowershe was overwhelmingly deficient in everything.
Still, It's sothing I had to do. I have to do sothing I had to, I had
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