Siloshak straightened up, his brow furrowed. He even pulled out a pair of delicate little glasses.
As a Brass Dragon, he didn't actually need glasses.
By his own account, they made him look more like a professional scholar and added a sense of ceremony.
An old dragon with a passion for cosplay.
And so, time ticked by, second by second.
Three minutes...
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
The staff member who had brought in the paper knew that the "just a moment" they'd promised someone outside wasn't happening anymore.
Maybe they should put together some tea and snacks, or a little souvenir, and go apologize. They felt pretty bad about keeping the person waiting.
The Association staff's service attitude stood in stark contrast to that of the local elves.
But seeing how serious and focused Mr. Siloshak looked, they didn't dare move. They were afraid of interrupting his train of thought, and even deliberately kept their breathing quiet.
Although this Brass Dragon didn't have an official position at the Caster Association and was technically a contractor, he wasn't like an ordinary contractor. The specifics of his contract, and how long he signed on for, weren't up to the Association. They depended on whether he felt like it.
His status in this branch was higher than even the branch president's.
"Interesting. You can go now," Siloshak instructed.
With a wave of his hand, several books, along with paper and pens, flew out of the pile.
"I need to study this carefully. I'll call you once I've reached a conclusion."
Just reading the paper wasn't enough to figure it out. The overall argument wasn't complicated: it used various methods to let casters use spell systems they ordinarily couldn't. Plenty of researchers had tried that.
The Enlightenment Spell was an unusual field, but it