Volume 7 Chapter 17-2 Sometimes I Don't Say It, So I Might Forget Too
"I've never seen anything like this before."
Ellie, displaying a cheat-like prowess akin to a protagonist, showed no concern and simply muttered, "I see," before stopping the emission of her magical power.
"So, the refractive index differs by attribute, huh."
Liz, looking intrigued, gazed at the Illusory Strain Crystal. Ellie suggested, "Why don't you try it too, Liz?"
"Alright, then..."
When Liz directed her magical power at the crystal...
"Amazing!"
"Miss Elizabeth has all attributes too!"
Once again, seven colors of light radiated from the crystal. It was no surprise, but both Ellie and Liz were undeniably cheat-level existences. According to current magic theory, anyone could handle magic regardless of attribute. Yet, the affinity for magical power couldn't be ignored.
Even with the same fireball, the amount of magical power required differs between someone with an affinity for fire and someone without. This eventually affects efficiency and power, making Ellie and Liz truly the prodigies of magic.
Naturally, Randy grew curious about his own potential.
"Hey, let me try too."
Not wanting to be outdone, Randy confidently directed his magical power at the crystal—initially, it glowed brightly with seven colors, drawing cheers. But in an instant, it faded to a weak, thin white light stretching straight.
The crystal showed almost no change.
"Wow..."
"Only no attribute."
"I've never seen such a pathetic one before."
Randy, admired for reasons different from Ellie and Liz, slumped his shoulders and walked away dejectedly.
"B-But it's not entirely accurate, right?"
Liz tried to console Randy, but he replied,
"Thanks, but if you're too kind now, I might cry."
He hunched over, covering his face—a truly pitiful sight. Ellie sighed loudly.
"Leave the fool be. With this, we can create an interesting lens that varies with magical power."
Holding the crystal up to the light, Ellie smiled, "Interesting."
"What if we irradiate it with magical power instead of light?"
"Oh, that's a great idea. Calculating the refractive index would be easier, and we could adjust the magnification by controlling the magical power output."
While Randy remained dejected, the brainstorming continued. As the magic lens discussion progressed without him and a direction was decided, Noah, eyes sparkling, leaned in.
"What do you think? Should we at least shape this much?"
"Yeah..." Randy finally snapped out of his shock, glancing at the clock. It was already nearing the end of the school day, leaving no time to redo the prototype.
"Personally, I'm also curious about the light-reflecting concave plate."
"The light-reflecting concave plate, huh... True, that's another issue, but let's tackle one thing at a time."
Randy shrugged, and Noah nodded, "Okay."
"So, should we continue tomorrow?"
As Noah glanced at the clock, the bell signaling the end of the school day rang across the academy. All students, including Noah, Emma, and the other dorm residents, began preparing to leave.
It was an unspoken rule—everyone sighed, staring up at the ceiling, and started packing up. Though things were getting interesting, they were forced to wait, making their lamentations inevitable.
Of course, Randy and his group felt the same. With such talented individuals gathered, they wanted to push ahead. Still, the direction was set, and since they lived in a rented house, they could continue working at home. Therefore—
"If it's not too much trouble, could you sell me a few of these Illusory Strain Crystals?"
At Randy's words, Noah and the others exchanged glances, then smiled.
"Sure. I still have stock, so I'll sell them at market price."
Smiling, Noah handed over a few raw crystals, saying, "Looks like you're going to work on the prototype now. That sounds fun," with an envious expression, and quickly signed the invoice.
"Thanks. If it goes well, I'll have you join the experiment tomorrow."
"I'm looking forward to it."
As Randy grasped Noah's extended hand, the final bell signaling the end of school echoed.
"Well then, everyone, shall we go?"
"We too──"
With a bustle, they left the lab, waving and promising to meet again tomorrow, each heading their separate ways. Who could have predicted that this experiment would greatly impact Randy's election campaign?
No one. After all, everyone had already nearly forgotten about Randy's candidacy for student council president.
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