Chapter 1112 – #264_Research Fruits(3) – DeepL
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1.
We haven’t announced it publicly yet, but we didn’t just give the researchers two weeks to come up with something.
As far as ‘doors’ are concerned, Xiu’s magical abilities are unrivaled.
Wasn’t the foundation of magnetic magic, which can be called purely Xiu’s achievement, interfering with the door to escape Gehenna?
I have read the materials Dorothy brought me to escape Hexenacht, though I have only skimmed through them in the rush to escape.
You’ve even entered Hexennacht yourself and cast a large-scale spell using the power of the door.
23 He decided that two weeks would be enough time for him to see things differently now that he had risen through the ranks.
The first spell he used to kill Herya was an application of dimensional magic.
-Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
This is Border Town.
After skimming the gate’s blueprint, Xiu interfered directly with the gate, which had stopped operating for a moment, to scrutinize its magical structure.
Floating in the center of the circle, he stretched out strands of ribbons that resembled precision sensors.
He stretched his magical touch to the rings submerged beneath the sea, to the rings arching into the sky, and took in the structure in his mind.
The witches, watching the spectacle, murmured.
“She’s at it again today.”
“I heard that the Hessian Society took on the task of repairing the door…. I guess the Count took it upon himself to do it?”
“Didn’t you know? It’s been like that for a week now.”
“But isn’t that dangerous?”
“Of course it’s dangerous.”
The witches were much more numerous at first, but after a week, their enthusiasm had waned.
Still, the witches munched on their popcorn, feeling like they were at a circus as the breathtaking spectacle unfolded before their eyes.
The door was more of a magical piece of heavy machinery than an artifact.
The amount of magical heavy water consumed to maintain a door is staggering, isn’t it?
As such, interfering directly with a functioning ‘door’ was a risky proposition.
If you messed with the wrong thing and it backfired, you could be charred to a crisp, as if you had been electrocuted by a very high voltage current.
“…….”
But that sense of danger is left to the audience.
Xiu had already had experience with controlling the enormous power.
In his quiet contemplation, he compares the gates of Hexenacht and Gehenna.
The Gates of Hexenacht are certainly high-level magic, but they are a poor copy of the Gates of Gehenna.
Whereas the Gates of Gehenna perfectly embody the four seasons, climate, weather, vegetation, and even natural phenomena.
The Gates of Hexenacht only embody the dead of winter and the never-ending night.
Of course, keeping that pocket dimension semi-permanent is superior magic.
What impressed Xiu most about comparing the two gates is that their construction means they are almost indistinguishable.
Even though they were authentic and replicas, there were only small differences that could only be seen by looking very closely, like a natural diamond versus a lab diamond.
Even if they were 99.99% structurally similar, a 0.01% difference would make them incomplete by such a large margin.
This is an indirect indication of how magical the Moon is and how difficult this “stabilization” task is.
-Grrrrrr!
The entire gate glows brightly and vibrates like a giant mechanical device.
The calm waters spit out a harsh ripple, as if a tuning fork had been inserted.
“Oh, is the enhancement successful this time?”
“Is it?”
The onlookers gasped as a golden, glowing fractal pattern emerged inside the ring.
-Push-push-push!
It flashed and flashed, then disappeared with a steaming sound.
“Oh no. Looks like I’m failing again today.”
“Well, it’s not going to be easy, honestly, it’s going to take years.”
After obtaining enough samples, Xiu returned to the lab, leaving the onlookers’ comments behind.
2.
There is no question that the Gehenna witches were nobles and women before they were seekers of transcendent truth.
But a week after the project began in earnest.
The rhetoric of “femininity” and “dignity” has long since faded from the research wing of the Department of Fundamentals.
A witch with bloodshot eyes, muttering and pinching pens.
A witch who has been wearing the same outfit for a week.
The only sound in the creepy silence is the sound of a square fountain pen skittering across the ground and….
“Chhhhhhhhhh!”
An occasional grotesque scream.
“I used the wrong variable in my calculation and now I’m going to have to write!!!!”
The witches, already dehumanized, pay no attention to their fellow researcher’s screams of anguish, just double-checking that they’re using the right variables.
“Good morning.”
But then Xiu stepped through the emotionally worn witches, the hem of her coat flapping.
These automatons recall the emotion ‘fear’.
“Good morning…. That’s the seventh time I’ve said hello…. Ugh, my head….”
“Hic! Hic!”
Xiu quickly pulled a piece of paper out of his arms and walked over to Daphne.
-Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup
“…Hmm, what’s with this, ahhhhh!”
Daphne desperately tries not to look away as the eerie footsteps draw closer to her, and she even adds a little flirtation to show that she’s very busy and working hard.
However, Xiu is aware of both the workload and the pace of the researchers.
So, in response to Daphne’s desperation, Xiu puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Black… black… black….”
Daphne started to play, but then gave up and put her head down.
The other researchers shed silent tears as they watched their colleague’s tragedy, helpless to do anything but grieve.
-Castings
“You’ve been working hard.”
Xiu’s affectionate voice in Daphne’s ear.
“You must have a very stiff neck?”
“Yeah…. No, I’m fine…. Thank you for your concern, Mr. President….”
His hands slid over her clothes, gently massaging her shoulders and the nape of her neck.
It could easily be misconstrued as sexual harassment, but Xiu wasn’t a middle-aged department head with a belly and balding head.
Daphne closed her eyes and enjoyed the reward, thinking, “Aaah, the President’s hands are caressing the nape of my neck….”.
This was one of the few times that the ever-protective President Xin Xiu would touch her, even in this flower garden.
It’s like a last supper on death row.
“Ms. Daphne, could you please return the simulator as is, by 5 a.m. tomorrow?”
“Sure…..”
A simulation is a kind of theoretical exercise.
Xiu plugs this variable and that variable into a magic formula of statements he’s handcrafted to produce a theoretical value.
There are no computers or programs to handle the magic, so it’s naturally manual and requires a high level of concentration that doesn’t allow for any mistakes.
“Thank you.”
“Okay…sir….”
Daphne was convinced that there was no heaven where she fled.
Unfortunately for her, there was a hell beneath.
In fact, there are few circles that give their members such a rigorous workload.
After all, witches are more fickle and unruly than Bengal cats, who have a reputation for being mean.
But no one complains to Xiu or tries to push her off the job.
“And if it goes well? I’ll take you to a VVIP course at the Rose Glasses, because the madam is a friend of mine.”
“And the payoff? I’m sure you’ll be able to keep as much as you want.”
“Of course, I’ll also give you a raise in your title and position.”
“I’ll also take a look at your personal papers later.”
All of these benefits were tempting, but Xin Xiu’s promises were not enough to convince me to accept the job….
“…….”
As soon as I got back to Border Town, I saw him concentrating on his work with enthusiasm in his eyes without any distraction.
I’ve been on the road for a week now, and it’s like a war zone.
The battlefield is so harsh that the first overworked witch may die.
But the commander, Xin Xiu, doesn’t sit on his laurels as president or earl.
Rather, he is at the forefront of research, taking on more work than anyone else.
As the head of the project and in charge of the entire process, the visible burden is not the only one.
While researchers only have to color one piece of the puzzle and have it checked, Xinxiu has to see the whole puzzle, draw it, and put it together.
Being crazy about something.
To reject the privileges of being in charge, and to share the difficulties and hardships with everyone else without getting bogged down in authoritarianism.
Those were the undeniable qualities of a president.
Such qualities instill in their followers this idea.
“If he does that…. he must have accomplished something worthwhile.”
“Can I be like that?”
“I can’t be weak here when our coven president can do it.”
The witches gathered here had knocked on the door of the Department of Fundamentals with Xin Xiu’s ostensibly flamboyant appearance and career.
But now, to the researchers, Xinxiu was no longer an effeminate flirt, a rare male witch, or a young witch less than a decade old.
She’s still very, very strict and scary, but she throws a lot of the most ridiculous things at you with a big smile on her face….
She’s the kind of leader you want to be around for as long as you can.
-Dulcinea
The door suddenly opened, raising the temperature of the room by about five degrees, and the witches’ faces, which had been burning with study fever, brightened.
“Nang-gun. Lunch.”
Casting a long shadow, the witch who entered the study hall was the Witch of the Sword.
Initially intimidated by her origins, the researchers are now fond of her.
Linnaeus was the prized rice car that brought homemade lunches, including the researchers’ share, every morning, noon, and night.
It was a welcome break from the rigorous schedule for the researchers.
“Samonyiim!”
“Our chairman’s wife is so nice!”
“Is there a solar eclipse today? Wow! Look at her beautiful lunch box! She’s a real queen of the inner circle!”
“You must be so nice to the president’s wife.”
Amidst the cheers of the hungry graduate students who were treated to a free gourmet meal, Rinne was silent.
But every time the words “wife,” “wife,” “wife’s wife,” and “eunjo” were mentioned, her ears peeking out of her silky black hair perked up.
