The next day, soone approached Erich's barracks. Erich imdiately got up and grabbed his Dragon Fang.
But, before the intruder even entered—
Startled, Ceres blinked her eyes wide.
"... What is this? Don't swordmasters sleep with their eyes open?"
"Joking around—you're in a good mood, I see?"
Ceres moved her crimson lips and smiled. The contrast with her white teeth made them look even redder.
Soon, she pulled out the core Erich had given her from her bosom.
But unlike before, the core now glowed with a subtle radiance.
"There's been progress. The data retrieved from the research facility helped with the refinent. I succeeded in restoring the core's light."
"That's a good start."
"... Excuse ? A good start?"
"It looks like you'll be able to refine it even better from here."
Ceres's eyes narrowed. She glanced between the core and Erich.
"For example?"
"It's faint right now, but it contains 'Frost', the power of the dead. That's a destructive force for humans to accept. Aura is power born of life. I think it'd be good to make it a bit gentler."
"How do you know that...?"
Ceres couldn't hide her surprise. She'd been thinking the sa thing.
The power contained in the core was imnse, but humans couldn't physically accept that energy.
Ceres had reached the sa conclusion in her own research: until the destructive energy could be transmuted into life-infused power, this core had no practical utility.
And that, she felt, was the key to refining the core.
Restoring the core's light was just the starting line. What surprised Ceres was not that—a mage like herself had considered it, but that Erich, 'just' a swordsman, would know such a thing.
Of course, Erich only recognized it because he'd often seen refined cores, but Ceres would never know that.
Erich replied,
"So—how long do you think it'll take?"
"... Even I'm not sure about that. But there's a lot of material from the research facility, so it'll take more ti. There's still much I haven't deciphered."
"Should I assign soone to help you?"
"Would that be of any use?"
Ceres countered. She was implying, what use could non-mages possibly be? But Erich knew well that was just mage arrogance.
'A commander's ability lies in deploying the less capable people where they fit best.'
Erich responded to her question with a smile.
"I'll show you."
"...?"
*
People brimming with ability and talent sotis fall into a misconception: that those less capable are mostly useless.
But, as a seasoned commander, Erich knew that wasn't true.
No one can do everything alone. As the saying goes, even the thinnest sheet is easier to carry together. There are always ways that surpass lone skill or intelligence.
"Have you finished processing docunts 1 through 50 over there?"
"Yes, Captain. I delivered them to Sergeant Kurz."
"Good. Then, next..."
Inside the research facility, the mbers moved busily. Not all mbers of the Watch were ignorant.
So were fallen knights or sons of noble houses, and even among serfs there were so who could read.
Of course, their numbers were few, and even their reading was not perfect, but even that could be handled systematically.
People who couldn't read were tasked with gathering similar-looking docunts.
Those who could read would then sort the gathered docunts.
Those with better education and deeper thought would be given the organized materials to review in depth and then report to Erich.
Erich would then interpret these and stick the results on the wall in a ssy mosaic, making them easier for Ceres to analyze.
As Ceres paused in her reading of the journals, she stared blankly at Erich.
"My goodness... To do all this in such a short ti?"
"There's still more to go through, but you won't need to interpret every docunt."
"Have you ever thought of working in the Mage Tower?"
Ceres wore a faint smile. This was almost the first friendly reaction she had shown.
Compared to before, when she was curt and spoke only when necessary, this was a huge step forward.
Erich smirked.
'It's just they don't know how to use people properly. Give proper orders, and anyone can be useful.'
The reason he could organize the materials so quickly was because he put that experience to use.
Most mages severely lack social skills. The bad reputation of tower-bound mages stemd from that.
Ceres was no exception.
Though she valued efficiency, she evidently didn't understand the importance of teamwork.
Erich asked,
"Doesn't the Mage Tower conduct research as a group?"
"... That almost never happens. The research results belong to the mage, and in collaboration, achievents get diluted. Only research accomplished alone is praised."
Erich nodded; it made sense. He didn't know much about magical research, but it was understandable if it's about sharing credit.
Even in the Watch, disputes and fights sotis broke out because people didn't want to share credit.
'People are the sa everywhere—Mage Tower or Watch.'
Gazing at the steadily organized paperwork, Erich remarked,
"Isn't it a matter of where you put the value? Whether that value creates progress for the Empire, or simply serves one's personal fa."
"... In the Mage Tower, personal fa is the primary goal."
"But if the ultimate goal is the pursuit of knowledge, then perhaps the Mage Tower ought to open up a little too. It may be presumptuous of , though."
"That's..."
Ceres fell silent. Erich's deeds and words today seed to give her sothing to ponder.
In any case, Erich's work finished in less than half a day. Seeing the fully organized research facility results, Ceres began analyzing them with remarkable concentration.
Afterward, Erich stepped outside—having finished his task, he was heading out to resu his training.
*
[Kuh, kuh-uhk...!]
"Uh, urgh... I'm going to die."
Erich blinked at the scene before him. Frederick and Hrung-ga were gasping for breath in the snow, panting heavily.
Behind them, Mikhail and Barnes were sparring with swords.
- Kaaaaang! Kaang!
Unlike Hrung-ga and Frederick, Barnes had regenerative powers. Thus, Mikhail could strike deeper when facing him.
- Chwak!
Of course, injuries occurred in the process, but Barnes's body healed even those wounds quickly.
Considering that skirting the edge of life and death is the fastest way to advance as a swordsman...
'Barnes will get stronger faster than anyone here.'
Erich smiled faintly. Soon, Mikhail's sword grazed Barnes's side as he barely held on.
Barnes panted heavily, then went down on one knee, steadying himself with his sword.
"You're being too rough with my subordinates, sir Mikhail."
"You have to go this far to gain anything, don't you? Still, this one's quite amusing. His split flesh sticks back together on its own."
Mikhail's lips curled coldly. Under his gaze, Hrung-ga and Frederick averted their eyes.
'... Seems Hrung-ga has been properly disciplined, too.'
Hrung-ga's pride had always soared sky-high—he'd beco a guardian warrior and was undefeated in battle.
But seeing Mikhail handle them three-to-one, as if they were children, must've been a massive shock for Hrung-ga.
Hrung-ga shot Erich a strange look.
[... Help .]
[Didn't you go on about honor, and the Goddess's bosom?]
[That, that Imperial is a monster, Erich. There's no way he's human.]
[Well, of course.]
Erich grinned. For so reason, Mikhail had been supervising even these training sessions in his free ti.
It was unexpected for Mikhail, who disliked barbarians, to include Hrung-ga, but it seed to him like a form of amusent.
Of them all, Mikhail showed the most interest in Barnes.
So Erich guessed, and it seed Mikhail thought the sa.
If Barnes kept receiving focused guidance, he might one day surpass even the level of swordmaster.
'If I have another swordmaster-class fighter, that would be reassuring.'
At last, Mikhail snapped his sword back and called to Erich.
"Isn't it your turn now?"
"... Go easy on , please."
"Enough complaining..."
- Swish!
Mikhail closed the distance in a flash. Erich swiftly drew his sword and exchanged blows with Mikhail. Their auras scattered in the air.
Golden and blue auras shattered and dispersed in all directions.
Frederick, Hrung-ga, and Barnes, exhausted, watched their battle in awe, as if witnessing a duel from another world. Then Frederick muttered,
"Are these... damn. Can you even call those humans?"
Hrung-ga nodded quietly. He couldn't understand Imperial speech, but he seed to get the gist.
And so, another day at the camp was drawing to a close.
***
Ceres swept her blue hair back. Countless research logs swirled in her mind, but her head was still filled with earlier events.
'... Opening up the Mage Tower, he said.'
It was unexpected for her to be inspired so deeply by a mber of the Watch, whom she'd thought of as ignorant brutes.
Mages are selfish. It's not a matter of character—it's a necessity. If you want to keep your research achievents from being stolen...
Having already once had her achievents stolen, she recalled that ti of despair.
And at that ti, it was Laurenti, the Tower Master, who had reached out to her. His advice had utterly transford Ceres's life.
She had discarded all her forr frivolous personality traits and vanity, working tirelessly to beco an efficient and solitary mage.
Her thirst for revenge was redirected. Even at a young age, the achievents she accomplished were enough to enter the Council of Mages.
However, the mage who stole her achievents had already beco a councilor and fiercely hindered her from becoming the youngest mber.
Still, Tower Master Laurenti reached out to her again. Claiming her as his prized pupil and affirming her as a deserving mage, he made it possible for her to join the council.
But what plagued her now was what she had witnessed today.
People she found useless had, in unity under one man's guidance, managed in monts to organize a trove of research data that could take mages days to sort.
Ceres searched her feelings.
'Was my goal to earn renown? Or to pursue knowledge?'
All mages claim to seek knowledge. Yet, the thought 'Was that really so?' hounded Ceres.
If the pursuit of knowledge is truly the aim, shouldn't she, like that man, utilize people to see more?
Ceres shook her head. It was her own way of trying to dispel these vexing thoughts.
'For now, I'll focus on this—I don't have much ti to stay here.'
Once more, she devoted herself to decoding the material's consistency. And at that mont, her gaze stopped.
A subtle connection kept appearing in the research results.
― Can be used as a sufficient magical energy source.
Ceres's eyes narrowed.
"A sufficient magical energy source"...
But what magic would require such a source?
There weren't many spells that required such vast amounts of external power.
Unless it was a spell to alter the laws of nature, or of such trendous scale as to cause great anomalies...
Suddenly, a chill ran down Ceres's spine. Perhaps the research they were undertaking—
It might be about attempting sothing beyond the bounds of common sense.
-------------= Clacky's Corner -------------=
Hmmm...
My opinion on Ceres is changing for the better.
I hope she doesn't betray Erich...
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