CHAPTER 5

After getting permission from his parents, Harry wasted no time and immediately set to work. His first step was forging various essential components—solar panels, batteries, and wires. Each piece took careful planning, and though his knowledge was extensive, the process was still time-consuming.

Once everything was ready, he called upon the mansion's servants and maids, instructing them to install the solar panels on the roof. Since most of the household staff were either mages or knights, their enhanced strength and abilities made the installation a smooth process. The panels, sleek and black, gleamed under the sun as they were firmly fixed in place.

With the power source established, Harry moved on to the next step. He needed the mansion's blueprints, which meant confronting his father. Without hesitation, he barged into Lor's office, surprising his father, who was engrossed in paperwork.

"Harry? What's the matter?" Lor asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I need the mansion's blueprints," Harry said firmly.

Lor leaned back in his chair, studying his son with curiosity. "And why, exactly?"

"I need to modify the walls to run wiring for the power system I'm installing. Trust me, it's necessary," Harry explained.

Lor hesitated for a moment but then sighed and reached into his desk drawer, pulling out the detailed blueprints. "Fine. But if this ruins the house, you're explaining it to your mother."

Harry grinned, taking the documents. "Don't worry, Dad. This will be the best thing that's ever happened to this mansion."

With the blueprints in hand, Harry gathered the workers and servants. When he first gave the order to carve into the walls, the expressions on their faces were priceless. They stood frozen, staring at him in disbelief.

"Y-Young Master Harry, you want us to... destroy the walls?" one of them stammered.

"Yes," Harry said, nodding confidently. "But not completely. Just make straight lines through the walls to let the pipes pass. Trust me, it'll all be fixed later."

Even though they were skeptical, they obeyed. Using precise tools and magical assistance, they carefully carved out the designated pathways for the wiring. Harry supervised every step, ensuring everything was aligned correctly. Once the pipes were in place, the mages stepped in, using their earth magic to seamlessly seal the walls back as if they had never been touched.

By the time the work was finished, the sun was beginning to set. The mansion, which had been bustling with activity all day, slowly quieted down. Harry, feeling a sense of accomplishment, took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Now, it was time for the final reveal.

He sent out a summons for his entire family and the household staff to gather in the grand hall. One by one, they arrived, murmuring amongst themselves. The hall was unusually dark, and Frigga was the first to voice her concern.

"Harry, why did you tell the servants not to light the flames? It's getting too dark in here," she asked, her tone puzzled.

Harry simply smiled, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Just wait a moment," he said.

He walked over to the wall where he had installed the switchboard. With anticipation buzzing in the air, he pressed the button.

In an instant, the mansion was bathed in a bright, golden light. Chandeliers and wall-mounted bulbs came to life, illuminating every corner of the vast hall. The courtyard outside was also aglow, the newly installed streetlights casting steady beams across the grounds.

Gasps filled the room. The sheer intensity of the lights was unlike anything they had ever seen. Frigga, Lor, and Lily instinctively shielded their eyes at first, momentarily overwhelmed by the brilliance.

Then, a stunned silence settled over the crowd.

The maids and workers stared wide-eyed at the glowing orbs affixed to the walls and ceilings. They whispered among themselves, their initial skepticism now replaced with astonishment.

"I thought Young Master Harry was just playing around... but he actually made this?" one maid murmured in disbelief.

"This light is so steady and strong. It doesn't flicker like torches or candles," another worker noted, unable to take his eyes off the scene before him.

Lily, more excited than anyone, practically jumped in place. "Wow, Harry! It's so bright! I can even see outside the house even though it's nighttime!"

Lor and Frigga, still trying to process what they were witnessing, exchanged glances before looking at their son.

"Harry... what is this?" Frigga finally asked, her voice filled with awe.

Harry grinned, stepping forward with pride. "This is electricity. These lights don't need fire or magic to work. They run purely on energy generated from the sun, stored in batteries, and then distributed throughout the house using the wires we installed."

Lor folded his arms, clearly impressed but still skeptical. "And you're saying this doesn't use any mana?"

Harry shook his head. "None at all. It's pure science. That's what I call it—technology that doesn't rely on magic, only logic and energy." He gestured toward the glowing bulbs. "This is just the beginning. With this system, we can eliminate the need for fire-based lighting. No more smoke, no more danger of fire accidents. Just clean, endless illumination."

Frigga slowly nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "This... this could change everything," she murmured. "If this system truly works, then our household would no longer need to rely on traditional magic for seeing in night."

Lor exhaled deeply, still trying to wrap his head around it. "And you're telling me you did all this in a single day?"

Harry smirked. "An hour for forging the components, another few hours for installation. And here we are."

The gathered servants and maids were buzzing with excitement now, their doubts completely erased. One of the older butlers stepped forward. "Young Master Harry, if I may ask... will this system only be for the mansion, or do you intend to expand it?"

Harry's grin widened. "This is just the beginning. One day, I want our entire territory to be lit like this."

The hall fell into a stunned silence once again. The sheer ambition behind his words was almost incomprehensible. But seeing what he had already accomplished, no one dared to doubt him.

Lily tugged at Harry's sleeve, her eyes shining. "Harry, you have to make one for me too! I want my own glowing lights!"

Harry chuckled. "Don't worry, Lily. I'll make sure your room is the brightest in the house."

Frigga and Lor looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock, pride, and a hint of unease. Their son had just done something which maybe only dwarfs could do. But one thing was certain—Harry was no ordinary child.