Genius Prismatic Mage Chapter 279

#279. Registration and Request (1)

Gustav was a smoker.

I have collected and smoked many different types of cigarettes throughout my life, and the Mana cigarettes I recently settled on gave me a deep sense of elation and stability, which I was very satisfied with.

I tried several experiments to see if the performance would differ depending on the degree of purification of the mana injected, but there was no significant difference.

Manaide in the air.

Manaide in a ring.

Although Gustav was unaware of the fact, Manaim was the same in that he had not been able to regain the light of the beginning.

But right now.

The mana of the two jewels were different.

The primordial manas that held brilliant light were sucked into Gustav's body through the metal cigarette.

Woohoo!

The two lights of mana circulated through his body, awakening the pure emotions of his childhood that he had forgotten and lived with.

Yellow mana evoked feelings of excitement and trembling, while green mana evoked feelings of curiosity and bonding.

“… … !”

Gustav's pupils dilated.

My hands and feet were shaking.

And then, before we knew it.

Gulp.

Tears flowed.

“I… what…?”

He covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.

But I couldn't stop the tears from leaking out between my fingers.

Emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were bursting out uncontrollably.

And finally.

When the two lights of mana that were circling around my body slowly subsided and disappeared.

"ah…."

Gustav let out a sigh.

There was a clear sense of regret.

He asked in an urgent voice, forgetting even the embarrassing fact that he had shed tears in front of the guests.

“Hey, what did you do just now? Is your mana special?”

“… … .”

Ray's situation was also new.

I knew that the black smoke wouldn't be generated due to the nature of the mana of light that becomes brighter the more it is mixed, but I didn't know that it would induce such strong emotions in the target.

'It seems like it had a similar effect to injecting mana from the air directly into the vessel.'

Ray thought of artificial emotions.

The only difference is that the emotions that had just occurred didn't seem to damage Gustav's vessel at all.

I think it was because the purity of emotions was so high.

“Why, why aren’t you saying anything? If it’s okay, could you give me some more mana?”

For once, Gustav's overbearing attitude had softened significantly, and it seemed as if he could gain the upper hand in the conversation.

“Are you willing to listen to me seriously now?”

“Let’s talk about that mana again… You mean the school? You said you were going to do a magic demonstration. I can’t guarantee you’ll pass, but I’ll try to relax the standards as much as possible. Let’s deal with it quickly and then come back to the conversation about your mana.”

“There’s no need to do that. It’s enough to not find fault with it.”

“What a wonderful magic….”

Gustav's words were not continued.

Because on the table, a blue flame was already swaying, emitting a cold air.

“What, what is this…?”

It was such a shock that Ray's thoughts about mana evaporated without a trace.

I examined the magic with shocked eyes, but I could not find any trace of trickery.

“Oh my god, what the heck is this… Combining opposing elements, this is ridiculous… Could it be that this is possible because your mana is special?”

“No. This magic used ordinary mana. It’s just that the way the mana was handled was special.”

imagination.

Gustav, who remembered the words Ray had mentioned, was only then able to realize.

“A precious person is leaving, so you’d better take good care of him. He might get a chance to change his life.”

What the secretary of the Listoa said was true and not an exaggeration at all.

“…Who are you?”

“A person looking for a rainbow.”

“Rainbow… Is that something that has been mentioned countless times in people’s stories, but no one has been able to confirm its true nature?”

"that's right."

Gustav looked blank for a while.

Ray said after extinguishing the blue flame.

“Anyway, I think it will be enough to create a new school.”

“Enough, imagination. If such a theory is not sufficient to form the basis of a school, then no other magic tower is worthy of the name of a school.”

The power to combine elements in a way that goes beyond the limits of the law.

If we continue to develop the theory of imagination, it is impossible to predict what forms of magic will emerge in the future.

Chorus!

As Gustav gestured, stacks of papers and pens flew in and circled around him.

“It normally takes a few days to review. But since I have personally witnessed the miracle, I will approve it right away.”

“The faster the better.”

“First, I will register you as the school’s secretary.”

"yes."

“If there are other people currently belonging to the school, please tell me.”

"no."

“You’re starting from scratch.”

The pens moved on their own as the questions and answers were asked, filling in the blanks on the document.

“The following is the motive for the establishment of the school, but since it is not a very important matter, I will just briefly explain it─.”

“To build the tallest tower and ban experiments on the entire city.”

The pens that had been moving around stopped.

Gustav asked quietly.

“Do you know what that means?”

“I know.”

Gustav, who had been staring at Ray, soon burst into laughter and said:

“Yes, the reason all the magic towers are so obsessed with experiments is to find magical truth, but if it appears, there will be no need to conduct experiments anymore.”

The pens began to move again, and the questions continued.

“What paper established the theory?”

"no."

“It is required, but the president of the association may grant permission at his discretion. However, you must keep in mind that the first impression other schools have of your school may not be good.”

It was a rule that the papers of a new school were to be communicated to all other schools together with the news of its establishment.

Since a thesis is a kind of introduction to a school of thought, without it, there is a very high chance that it will be viewed unfavorably.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not a concept that can be explained with a long theory anyway.”

“It’s refreshing. There’s going to be a place to demonstrate the theory at the regular conference anyway, so if I change my impression then there won’t be a problem.”

Whirl! Whirl!

The completed documents flew across the desk, leaving only one sheet of paper remaining.

“Finally, what is the name of the school?”

Ray recalled the knowledge of the old times he had acquired from Blue's memories.

And he answered without hesitation.

“Imagine.”

In the old language it meant imagination.

*

The association office that Ray left.

Gustav sat back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.

“Hoo──.”

The cigarette in his mouth was filled with yellow and green mana that Ray had charged him with.

What can I say, it feels like my mind is clearing up.

I felt energized and my mind was at peace.

It also brought back emotions that I had forgotten and made me look back on my past life.

'What kind of dreams did I have when I was young?'

At least you didn't want to be such a greedy and neurotic person.

“Heh heh… .”

Gustav, who was laughing, drew a picture in his head as Ray explained.

Mana didn't move at all.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't create magic with my imagination.

That's what I thought.

Maybe it's because I've been running away from the important things in my childhood, using the excuse that life is tough and I'm busy.

“Hoo──.”

It was a pity, but there was one thing I could imagine for sure.

The sight of snobbish people with their eyes wide open at regular academic conferences.

It was quite interesting.

Just imagining that sight.

*

After leaving the association, Ray boarded the train again to find the information dealer.

Destination: sector 20.

The distance was not that far.

Clank, clank──

I looked down the street from the window of the train as it slowly began to pick up speed.

A group of pedestrians using magic.

The conversation was inferred from the shape of the mouth.

─This time, the dancing flames presented by the Plea School are amazing, right?

─After all, the freezing window was a bit old-fashioned.

It was said that all magic within the wall would be registered in the association's magic encyclopedia the moment it was released to the world.

Depending on the freedom of the school, the instructions for use may be made public, hidden, or released and sold in magic shops.

Either way, there was something in common.

That is, magic is given a name and has a thorough recipe, like a cooking recipe.

To Ray's eyes, it seemed like magic was being stuffed into a fixed frame.

'In the old days, everyone used magic through imagination.'

What process did imagination go through to degenerate in people?

And what are the conditions for reawakening the sleeping imagination?

First of all, there were three characters who had their imaginations blossomed so far.

'Me and Veronica.'

And Vicious, a member of Murcred's staff who fought in Rael Row.

What do they have in common?

I thought for a moment and showed off my brilliant reasoning skills, but the clues were so arrogant that they didn't even reveal their tails.

However, what was clear was that there was a very high possibility that Imagination would remain a one-man school for the time being.

Clank, clank, pushii──

Sector 20 arrived while I was worrying.

After leaving the station, Ray went straight to the information center holding his business card.

'bar?'

The place that appeared before my eyes was a high-class bar with several floors.

Wheein─

As I opened the door and went in, a room appeared with soft lighting and music playing.

Customers who glance this way and then turn back to do what they are doing.

Ray walked to the bar, sat down, and spoke to the bartender who was washing glasses.

“I came to find you, Nilla.”

“There are no employees or customers named Nilla. And minors are not allowed in our bar.”

“I’m an adult.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 32 years old.”

Ray, who had a brief staring contest with the bartender, took out his business card and pushed it.

“I was introduced by the head of the Ristorante School.”

"hmm."

The bartender, who had picked up the business card, called over the employee and spoke.

“I will guide you.”

“Okay, come this way.”

I followed the staff into the elevator and went up. What appeared was a small office.

I sat down at the table and waited. Before long, the side door opened and a woman with an alluring appearance appeared.

“Hmm, so you came here after being introduced by Mr. Laker?”

Across from Ray, a woman sat with her legs crossed.

I could see two large men standing behind me, carrying bags on their backs.

All 4 circles including women.

Ray said, taking off his hood.

“Are you Nilla?”

“Oh my, he’s handsome. He’ll make a lot of women cry when he grows up. That’s right. I’m Nila, the owner of Nila Information Center.”

Neela said with a smile.

“But Mr. Laker is not the type of person to introduce anyone, that old-fashioned, distrustful old man. Kid, if you pick up a business card somewhere and sell your name, it’s going to be boring.”

“There might be a way to contact the Listoa School and check.”

Neela stared at Ray.

Then he said, leaning back his body that had been leaning forward.

“Well, that’s okay. Your eyes aren’t lying. So, what kind of information did you want to find here?”

“Investigation of specific groups.”

Murkred and the Nambit Dawn Society.

After hearing Ray's explanation, Neela folded her arms and said.

“First of all, it’s a keyword that isn’t in our database. But I’ll look into it. It would normally require a deposit, but it’s free. I owe Mr. Laker a debt.”

“And one more thing.”

Ray was thinking of asking for an investigation into the rainbow fragments.

The red shards are the doctor's.

The blue shards are blue.

And the yellow, green, and blue shards were currently in his possession.

However, the whereabouts of the orange and purple fragments were unknown.

“Hmm, the request is fine, but I can’t do the second one for free. We’re the best information dealer in town, so labor is quite expensive. Can you afford it? Our handsome young gentleman doesn’t look like he has much money.”

“… … .”

Ray put his hand in his bosom.

I injected mana into the white card linked to Acrasium and thought of a target to summon.

A thick wad of banknotes was soon in my hand.

Money was overflowing in the garage.

Because all the money in the world deposited into Ignis' Cube was structured to be stored in Acrasium.

Ray placed a wad of bills on the table.

Thud!

“Oh, there isn’t any?”

Thud!

“But that’s not enough….”

Thud!

“Uh, uh…?”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Neela could only stare blankly at the tower of money that had piled up like a mountain in an instant.

Thud!

Ray said, placing the last bunch on top.

“I don’t think this is enough.”