Ron and Harper sat on a stone bench beneath the shade of a tree at the cemetery entrance, talking for two or three hours.
They went from the dangers of mana-reversal element experiments to the greatest precision required of basic equipment.
From the environmental factors required for the experiment, they moved on to roughly how much funding and material would be needed each month.
For Ron, to whom gold coins had gradually become nothing more than a string of numbers, the latter was no issue at all.
And the land he had previously instructed Guy to purchase around the Dalle River on the outskirts of Chaos City also perfectly met Harper's requirements for an experimental environment.
"Prince Ron, since you're supporting me so strongly, I don't intend to waste any time," Harper said as he rose from the stone bench, looking toward the distant sun and the entire academy beneath it. "I'll submit my resignation application in a while."
"Will there be any problems on the academy's side?" Ron asked with concern.
Harper shook his head. "Rest assured, Disode Magic Academy has always been absolutely neutral. It will never restrict any mage's freedom."
"I'm only a fourth-tier mage. At most, Professor Hicks might try to persuade me to stay."
"I'll donate the results of my experimental research from these past years to the academy. It can barely count as repaying the academy for its promotion and support over the years..."
"Perhaps once this experiment of mine fails, I might even come crawling back with a thick face."
Ron patted him on the shoulder and teased, "Or perhaps you'll be invited back covered in glory?"
"Let's hope so." Harper forced a smile and took a deep breath. "Prince Ron, then I'll be going over first."
"Mm. Come to the Flower Shop