Self-Created Spells (Part 1)

In the dean's office at the Cuilan Academy, Elan was flipping through a book without a title on the desk.

This was after Fran finished organizing the manuscripts, bound them into a book, and then showed it to Elan.

After five or six minutes, Elan was still rapidly flipping through the book, showing no sign of stopping.

"Well? Let me tell you, this textbook can't be changed too much. You need to let me make some minor changes."

Fran, who had been picking at her fingers for a long time, couldn't help but speak when she saw Elan still looking through the pages.

Fran herself had already completed the task of writing a book and passed the first test to become a Formal Mage.

The task of compiling the textbook was incidental, not her main task; that was Elan's main task.

If Elan were to ask her to drastically revise the textbook, she would refuse and would let Elan revise it himself.

"Uh... no need to change it... leave the rest of the work to me."

Elan looked up at Fran, her eyes filled with complex emotions, her mind churning with a multitude of thoughts.

He somewhat regretted not recruiting Fran, this genius, into the Law School; indeed, geniuses are not to be underestimated in any aspect.

His tavern also has a mechanical device, which he learned to build on his own a few years ago when he was bored.

That secret room was his design, and he was very proud of it at the time, saying how ingenious the structure was and how low the failure rate was, but he only received a disdainful look from Celine.

Before Fran wrote the book, Elan was full of confidence and wanted to see what kind of mechanical device Fran had made that would allow Fran to unleash a First Order spell.

However, when Fran presented him with the first draft of the manuscript, he was completely dumbfounded. What was all this?

There's no magical structure on top, so how does it move? And what are these internal cavities? Why is something moving back and forth there?

He could only barely understand a small part of Fran's detailed explanation, which made him feel extremely frustrated.

This time, however, what Fran handed him shocked him.

The book is very thick, with almost every page filled with words, which is the result of Fran deliberately arranging the content in a compact manner.

The contents made him feel as if he were reading a masterpiece by a great master.

Each topic starts with very ordinary things, such as an apple falling to the ground or an object being thrown, but uses simple language to explain the underlying principles.

After reading some of the contents, Elan was surprised to find that he now understood some parts of Fran's manuscript that he hadn't understood before.

He believed that Fran must have passed the first test by now. This book was enough to pass the first test for an apprentice to become Formal Mage, let alone Fran, who wrote it.

Elan tapped the table to calm himself down, then said:

"Now that you've finished writing this textbook, let's talk about the curriculum."

"The apprentices are still choosing their courses, and even the freshmen haven't finished their studies. We can force the apprentices who haven't chosen their courses yet to select this course and mark it as required. They won't be able to graduate if they fail the course assessment."

"It depends on how well you're prepared. If you're well-prepared, it would be best to start classes next week. If you want to prepare a little more, then the first week of next month would be the best time..."

"Stop!" Fran interrupted Elan's long speech, and then said:

"Aren't you mistaken? It's not me who should teach this course, it's you!"

"Can..."

"You need to understand that what I'm dealing with right now is the most important thing for the Forge School. You just helped by opening a course, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a member of the Forge School?"

Elan remained silent; he too realized that Fran was unlikely to teach the course now.

It's a bit strange, though, that the people who write the textbooks aren't teaching the classes themselves, and they're letting others do it—isn't that ridiculous?

The problem is that something Fran did was too important; they need to find a way to become Formal Mage.

If a School doesn't even provide a path for apprentices to advance to Formal Mage, what's the point of recruiting apprentices on a large scale?

Even apprentices wouldn't bother to look at your School if they saw that there wasn't even a path to becoming Formal Mage, let alone join.

Therefore, under no circumstances should Fran be allowed to waste her time on teaching courses; what she really needs to do is to quickly advance to the rank of Formal Mage.

This is the most important thing for this School. If Fran doesn't advance to become Formal Mage, the entire School will have no foundation.

"Okay... okay, I'll teach this course."

Elan had no choice but to accept the assignment.

He's the only one left. Now, Harbos isn't even paying much attention to the Weapon Forging class anymore; he leaves as soon as class is over, as if he's busy with something else.

Elan just happened to be someone who didn't have much to do. Although he usually had to handle the affairs of the Cuilan Academy, the management of the academies in the Alliance was never about the academy head having to manage everything.

The best way out for this apprentice is to join a School's City of Apprentices. His responsibilities are actually limited, and overall the job is quite easy, making him the best candidate.

Elan thought to himself, "I need to take a closer look at what's in this book."

He tapped on the table and changed the subject.

"By the way, how's your spell creation phase going? Is it alright?"

Fran smiled, raised one hand to her shoulder, opened her palm, and said:

"I have created a spell."

"What?!!"

Elan was so excited he almost jumped up. He stared at Fran in disbelief, his eyes wide, completely unprepared for Fran to say such a thing.

"Would you like me to show you?"

Elan paused for a moment before nodding.

Fran placed her palm against the wall, began to gather her Mental Power, and started to cast a spell.

Elan stood up, and from the other side, it was clearly visible that a cloud of white mist shot out from Fran's palm and hit the wall.

The white mist seemed to possess great power; he could hear a whooshing sound and a loud thud as it hit the wall.

After Fran canceled the spell, Elan stood over and touched the spot on the wall where it had been hit. There was a faint dent, but it was burning hot, and he felt a burn when he touched it.

"What is this spell called?"

"Steam Jet."

Fran said with a smile, and some white steam was slowly rising from her hands, seemingly carrying a little warmth.