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29.1

Ch. 29.1 - Attack of the Necromancer (1)
It was spring.

The first semester of Stella Academy started in january, and in the spring, all the exams were completed.

Comparing it to Korea, one could think of it as a midterm exam.

Around that time, I was steadily interacting with Alterisha.

“Oh, you think so too? I also tried to add a button-type color transformation function to the magic pen."

“As a bonus, attach an eraser to the top.”

“Hmm, like a mechanical pencil? It will be fine!”

Did someone say that talent recognises talent? Alterisha, who was an alchemy fanatic, quickly recognized my temperament and became friendly with me, and I subtly gave her ideas for the 'inventions' I wanted the most.

Of course, I was sneaky.

If I gave her all the idea, there was a risk that her chances of developing creativity would cease to exist.

In her spare time, I threw tips on the Delta Augmentation formula sequence to Alterisha. At first, she refused as she was afraid that the professor would get angry if he came to know about that, but when I showed her a few unexpected hints, she eventually couldn't contain her curiosity. So, she turned a blind eye to the risk, and secretly conducted an official research at night.

‘But in the end, there was a lack of solutions.'

Alterisha was an excellent alchemist, but she was exceptionally weak in solving her formulas. No matter how much hints I gave, it would be difficult for her to completely solve the formula at a level that violated her narrative power.

"Hmm… How to do it.” She should have solved it before Maizen Tyren did, but it was too difficult to induce Alterisha to arrive at the formula's solution.

"Old man. Why are you walking around so blankly?"

I got out of the lab and was walking down the hallway in contemplation when Edna spoke to me from behind.

A flash of inspiration shone through my mind.

“Who is the old man?”

"I mean you."

Since the last conversation, Edna had been talking to me in this way. It wasn't a sympathetic voice. I didn’t know if it was her original way of speaking, but I always choose the words carefully.

“I don’t know any old man.”

"Why? What do you know then?"

“What are you talking about?”

"Look. Old man don’t even know what kids joke these days?”

“.......”

I had no idea. I wondered why kids these days used such difficult humour.

‘Still, I'm not an old man. Even if I am originally twenty-nine, I am still in my twenties, right?’

“Anyway, don’t walk around blindly, you almost bumped into me.”

It was clear that she was interacting with me in order to get some information.

That must be it. There was no way I could tell her anything because of the warnings, but even if I could, I wouldn’t do that.

By the way, there was one thing I needed to tell.

“Hey. You know, your friend.”

"Uh. Jecky?”