Chapter 113

'It was good.'

In the distance, Isaac could be seen smiling faintly, his chin resting in his hand.

'Everyone is curious about the Mage Tower, but I can't believe he can sit so carefree.'

There was no one here who truly knew the exact appearance or identity of the Mage Tower Master, so he could sit there with such confidence. He wrinkled his nose at me, a subtle gesture that felt like a shared secret signal. For some reason, my heart trembled, and I bit my lip with my front teeth. What was this feeling...?

'He's cute.'

I inadvertently thought that this tall man was cute.

'He just has to be handsome and seductive, but why is he cute?'

I shook my head inwardly, took a deep breath, and waited for the excited atmosphere to subside. When the chatter died down, I moved straight to my next point.

"It will undergo a double verification stage in the academy's laboratory. In summary, we will go through a total of three stages of stability testing."

I looked away, then winked at Henry, who was so small he was barely visible near Rasmus. Henry raised his hands, then walked to the front of the platform, put his hands on his hips, and whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment."

Henry stretched out his hand and began to shoot a wave of light from his fingertips. It was a brief, impressive effect that proved he was a mage. Seeing that people were admiring him, the genius child wizard looked quite satisfied, even from the back of his head.

Henry continued speaking. "For the sake of the young people of the academy, I'm a little wizard, so don't worry, Hengli will experiment with it ten times!"

I had tried my best to gain trust, but it was unavoidable that his pronunciation was a little childish.

'He's cute, after all.'

Not just me, but everyone was looking at Henry with an affectionate gaze. Eventually, as if he had completed his task, Henry walked off the podium with his small, round steps.

It was then that I began to hear an annoying voice from the VIP section.

"It's boring."

"I'm not here to see children's things."

The voices of these uninvited guests made people frown and take notice. However, the nobles only moved their mouths mechanically, as if they were under a spell.

'They must be the children Sheria brainwashed by feeding them holy water, probably.'

But the more they created a threatening atmosphere, the more my mood improved.

'Thank you so much for coming, it's perfect for me.'

I addressed the people in the VIP section, who were looking at me in their priest's robes, and the nobles with somewhat blurred eyes and expressionless faces.

"We are also in the development stage of yo-yos to improve concentration and winged shoes to increase height."

The people who heard me began to chatter. Tall shoes for growing children, derived from wheeled shoes, would likely resonate well.

"I'll take a five-minute break and then we'll take questions." The final manager brilliantly brought the situation to a close.

I remained seated on the podium and took a sip of water.

'It's getting better.'

Except for the fact that Sheria's group was stirring up trouble like loaches in a pond, the conference was going excellently. I looked at the people below the podium during the short break.

Isaac, who was sitting in the VIP section, smiled playfully at me. It was a relaxed smile, as if everything was going according to plan. I heard the people on the red-haired man's side, who had suddenly been excited earlier, chattering loudly. A huge man, who seemed to be over two meters tall, slammed the glass in his hand on the table and shouted loudly.

"Did Silen draw the picture inside this magic tool?"

"Yes, it's a picture drawn by my son!"

...It seemed that the man was Silen's father. I listened to them, pretending not to.

"Why don't we raise that animal too?" The dwarf man's eyes sparkled. "Let's meet that businessman once before we return to the kingdom!"

They didn't speak directly to me, but when I saw their eyes shining with eagerness, I knew they would approach me eventually. Business meetings were always welcome.

I stepped down from the platform, a small quill in my hand from the sack Rasmus had brought.

"Guys."

People were now focused on my actions. It was no exaggeration to say that everything that happened at this event was a publicity opportunity. I coughed and waved to the children who were sitting together.

"Yes?"

"What's going on...?"

The little faces looked at each other, wondering. I put down my quill and said, "Take it. It's a wonderful dream pencil that corrects spelling."

It was an item I had conceived while brainstorming with Isaac about what would be beneficial for the journalist children. For children to be corrected based on common spelling errors, Isaac had designed a magic formula for them.

"Huh, huh!" A reporter boy with freckles on both cheeks clutched his chest and muttered.

"That...!"

"Huh?"

"My heart dropped!"

...Fortunately, it seemed he was a child who enjoyed exaggeration.

"Are you happy?"

"Yes!"

"I can't correct a lot of spelling yet, but can you try using it?"

At my words, the children widened their eyes and nodded their heads repeatedly.

"Yes!"

"I once wrote a postcard to the press corps wishing there was something like this!"

Now, people were starting to chatter. The children reporters and parents were constantly encouraged by the strange things I created.

"It's novel."

"I didn't expect kids to like that."

Foreign nobles also gave interesting glances and added a word. After hearing the attitude of Silen's father and the chatter of foreign nobles, I understood. It was highly likely that my stationery store had piqued the curiosity of foreign people just enough.

'This can be said to be a great success for the conference.'

So, the time had come for a provocative incident to break out.

'Sheria, how are you? Isn't it time to burst by now?'

I cast my gaze toward Sheria. Sheria was looking at me with a calm face, her arms crossed.

I climbed onto the podium and sat down again. The President, who was satisfied, made his last comment.

"Now I'm going to ask questions from outsiders."

Now it was time to be questioned. If I were Sheria, I would have tried to play a game at this time. She probably thought all the conferences were a success.

At that moment, Sheria was smiling. She admitted that Meldenik's ideas were unique and special. However, her idea was not copyrighted. Sheria planned to absorb all of Meldenik's ideas after she crashed. She had already called her subordinates and asked them to take notes.

'But to be with a certified wizard from the Mage Tower. It's surprising...'

It looked like he had bought a foolish mage from somewhere. Since he was the owner of the hero's sword, it would have been easy to deceive the mage.

'However, when the magician left his wanderings and disappeared, he bought a mage, and he couldn't rely on the power of the temple.'

It was true that Meldenik had a hero's sword, but it was still worth trying. Sheria smiled gracefully and beautifully. It would be a very good picture: the fall of the marquis with the hero's sword.

"Let's start soon."

The very moment she had probably been looking forward to all this time finally arrived. A man sitting in the guest seat raised his hand.

"I have something to say!"

It was Abel, a professor of literature at the Academy, with sweat flowing down his forehead. The President frowned and waved his hand.

"Professor Abel, what's going on? Suddenly?"

Abel jumped up and shouted loudly. "Actually, I have something to say."

Sheria, who was watching him stand up, smiled as if she had no characteristic soul.

"Oh, what the hell is going on...?" Sheria said aloud, and the nobles sitting around her looked around with puzzled faces. Sheria looked towards Meldenik. He must have been taken aback by Professor Abel's sudden intrusion.

Strangely, however, Meldenik had a faint smile on his face.

Is something wrong?

It was when Sheria, who was confused, stiffened her body. Someone else jumped up.

"I have something to say."

A small body, small hands, but a familiar voice. Sheria narrowed her eyebrows and looked at them. Her intuition was telling her:

The situation is going wrong.