Volume 2 Chapter 23 The Coilgun
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The night I returned to school, I ended up staying up with Marie and Nico to share the joy of our reunion, talking continuously until the sky outside began to turn white with the coming dawn.
The next morning arrived.
The new semester’s curriculum was already in full swing.
Without a single wink of sleep or even a bite of breakfast, I dragged myself alongside Marie toward the lecture hall.
”Wow, look at you, full of energy.”
When it comes to men and women, the one doing the serving definitely burns way more calories.
Even though I was completely exhausted from making the trip back from the Royal Capital on top of handling my nightly duties, Marie looked visibly radiant and genuinely excited.
”Heh, heh. Well, of course I am. I won the bet, after all.”
Apparently, people had been wagering on whether or not I would actually make it back.
The bookmaker behind it all was Student Council President Christina Becker, who also happens to be a relative—the half-grandniece, to be exact—of the Fourth Sage.
They really don’t miss a beat, that entire family.
The betting odds were set at one to four.
For a student wager, it sounded like it was right on the razor’s edge of barely functioning.
”It’s my treat today, so let’s go grab something really delicious to eat.”
Marie offered generously, but the Principal had already handed down explicit orders that I was to remain under suspension for the rest of the month for my own personal safety.
Stepping into the lecture hall for the very first time, the weight of everyone’s stares felt genuinely painful.
I doubted it was entirely because the majority of them had lost their money on the bet, but it made the atmosphere incredibly uncomfortable nonetheless.
According to Marie, it was simply because I stand out far too much, though I couldn’t help but wonder if that was truly the case.
Each class period lasted ninety minutes, with two periods scheduled back-to-back in the morning.
The first period today was General Magic Theory⁵.
Even though it was called magic theory, the curriculum actually focused entirely on the legal frameworks governing magic.
Since I had missed the very first session while I was away at the Royal Capital, I couldn’t follow the context of the lecture at all, turning the entire block of time into a brutal battle against sleepiness.
The second period was an Introduction to Magic, which serves as one of the foundational disciplines.
This was also the second session of the course, but since the material covered basic classifications like Simple-type and Complex-type magic, I managed to follow along with the content well enough.
In the afternoon, an aptitude test was scheduled to determine which specific courses I would be exempted from taking.
From what I was told, it wouldn’t just measure mana levels; it also included a physical fitness assessment and a written exam for reading comprehension.
I tried to listen to the explanation while forcing food down, but I absolutely could not defeat the exhaustion.
”Well then, I’m heading out to the venue.”
Giving up on me as I began to repeatedly nod off mid-sentence, Marie left for the testing hall.
I collapsed face-down on the table right next to my half-eaten plate and fell dead asleep.
”Hey there, greenhorn.”
There was someone poking me sharply in the cheek.
Hoping they would just let me sleep for a little while longer, I blinked my eyes open slightly to see Pamela, the slave belonging to Henrietta-san.
As always, her mouth was incredibly foul, and out in public, she was dressed in her usual white Gothic Lolita fashion.
”Nn… what, it’s just you, Pamela. Do you need something?”
”How completely pathetic. Did you overexert yourself after getting back from the trial? You always act without thinking about the consequences.”
She threw the sarcasm right in my face, but since it was entirely accurate, I couldn’t find the words to argue back.
”Hey, is it cool if I eat that?”
She pointed directly at my leftover lunch.
The sun had already tilted significantly in the sky; it looked like I had been deeply asleep for hours.
”Go ahead, but it’s completely cold now. Do you want to just go buy something fresh?”
”Don’t do something so incredibly wasteful. Here, hand it over.”
Leaning her body across the opposite side of the table, she dragged the tray toward herself, sat down, and began digging in.
Even though she had lived vastly longer than I had, her physical stature was tiny, she wore Gothic Lolita attire, possessed a distinct baby face, and the way she held the bread with both hands while eating was entirely childish—making the word ‘cute’ fit her presentation flawlessly.
Come to think of it, there was an elf mage with almost the exact same physical height who also had a baby face and a deeply sadistic streak.
Just bringing that person to mind made a cold shiver run straight down my spine.
”Hey, Pamela-san, do you mind if I ask you a question?”
”Anything,” she slurped, “go ahead and ask,” she munched, “it’s fine,” she smacked.
Don’t answer me in the progressive tense while you’re actively chewing!
The whole Gothic Lolita aesthetic is going to weep at those manners.
Well, I suppose I could let it slide if I just viewed her as a brat.
Looking at the ill-mannered Pamela, I asked her about the nature of that massive, Kamehameha-like energy blast the Grand Commander had unleashed during our duel.
”That was most likely,” she chewed, “an application of the Shishi-odoshi (deer scare)¹ technique.”
A Shishi-odoshi (deer scare)?
It certainly didn’t sound like she was talking about the traditional bamboo tubes that make a clicking sound in a Japanese garden.
According to her explanation, it wasn’t originally developed as an offensive spell at all.
It was fundamentally an acoustic technique designed to prevent children from getting lost or being ambushed by wild beasts when entering the deep forests.
Unless a person completely masters this specific spell, they aren’t even permitted to be brought into the woods back in the elf mages’ homeland.
”I don’t completely get the mechanics, but is that something I could pull off too?”
”Impossible,” she chomped, “without a doubt.” She slurped, “Let alone the human race,” she smacked and chewed, “even a Dwarf would likely fail entirely.” She swallowed hard.
Good grief, her table manners were truly atrocious.
But I see.
So it’s completely impossible for me.
”Ah, Henrietta-san.”
The moment Pamela heard that name, she instantly straightened her spine.
The way she had been savagely gnawing directly on the bread shifted immediately; she began tearing it into polite, delicate pieces before putting them in her mouth.
”That was a lie. Look at that, you actually know how to eat properly.”
”You little piece of shit brat! Do not startle me like that! If she catches me acting unrefined, I will be subjected to a nagging, nagging, nagging lecture that feels completely endless. It is absolutely not something I can endure.”
”Then I’ll keep quiet about it, provided you show me what this ‘Shishi-odoshi (deer scare)’ thing actually looks like.”
Pamela grumbled that it couldn’t be helped, continuing to eat until the plate was completely clean.
According to her breakdown of the principles, magic is a phenomenon that manifests when dimer² or higher-order mana is forced into motion as a secondary effect of consciously manipulating monomer mana inside the physical body.
”One must pull that specific stream of monomer mana entirely outside the body to construct a physical cylinder, but that structural formation is a feat only an elf mage can achieve.”
Because the Shishi-odoshi (deer scare) creates a massive, echoing blast, it couldn’t safely be performed indoors.
We walked out into the freezing air of the courtyard so she could give me a live demonstration.
”One executes it exactly like this.”
As she spoke, a structural phenomenon became visible extending from the heel of her left palm toward the tip of her middle finger, discernible only by the distinct refraction of light.
It took the shape of a short, clear cylinder roughly five centimeters in diameter.
When she brought a tiny Fireball generated in her right hand close to the base of that palm heel, the flame was instantly sucked directly into the transparent cylinder.
The moment the fire scattered violently at the midpoint of the tube, a massive, sharp explosion echoed through the area.
”This is bad, run for it!”
The noise was loud enough to send even Pamela fleeing in panic.
We ran as fast as our legs could carry us, escaping straight into the research students’ dormitory, however…
By that evening, word of the disturbance had reached Henrietta-san.
Both Pamela and I found ourselves forced to sit through a grueling, nagging, nagging, nagging lecture from her.
”Ah—, seriously, I got so worked up that my shoulders are completely knotted now. Larry!”
I had lost track of exactly how long we had been standing there taking the scolding.
Henrietta-san, thoroughly exhausted from the sheer volume of her own lecturing, immediately commanded me to perform her standard shoulder-relief routine.
I quickly responded with a “Yes, ma’am,” and moved directly behind her.
The process involved lifting her exceptionally large breasts—which were the primary source of the strain on her shoulders—shaking them to release the tension, and then firmly kneading her shoulders.
It was a repetitive, physical cycle.
As I was walking over, Pamela caught my eye and flashed a quick wink.
It was her explicit signal to initiate an escape from the lecture entirely.
Message understood.
While lifting her breasts, I lightly massage them, though normally the next step would be to apply deep pressure to her shoulders.
Instead, I leaned down toward the exposed skin just above her collar line, pressed my lips directly against the right side of her nape, and began pouring my mana straight into her.
”Ah…”
She let out a sharp gasp of surprise, but there was absolutely no rejection in her posture.
Through the physical contact of my lips against her skin, her inner consciousness flooded directly into my awareness.
I looked over at Pamela, giving her a confident smile to signal that the setup was an absolute success.
Shifting my position slightly to the left side of her neck, I pressed my lips down again, maintaining tight mana control.
”You mustn’t… a simple distraction like this isn’t going to bring the lecture to an end…”
She managed to stammer out the protest, but it was completely futile.
Her true consciousness was already manifesting a massive, welling wave of raw lust that laid her inner thoughts entirely bare.
Whenever she was working inside the laboratory, she rarely wore her formal Gothic Lolita attire, opting instead for loose, casual layers.
Right now, she was wearing a simple fleece jacket over a soft linen blouse.
”This is getting in the way, so would you mind taking your jacket off for me?”
The moment I stepped back slightly, she stood up without uttering a single word and silently slipped the jacket off her arms.
With her face twisted into a distinct, pouting expression, she handed the garment over to me, and I walked across the room to hang it up on the wall.
Watching the entire sequence unfold, Henrietta-san immediately turned her back toward me while remaining standing, silently demanding that I return to the task.
Approaching her from behind exactly as she desired, I slid both of my hands firmly under her arms to cup and lift her massive breasts.
She let out a soft sigh, swaying her shoulders slightly as she completely leaned her physical weight back against me, begging for more.
Taking that as an explicit invitation, I reached around and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her linen blouse.
There wasn’t a shred of resistance; she stayed perfectly still even as the fabric parted to lay her shoulders completely bare.
Sliding her bra straps smoothly off her shoulders, I slipped my hands into the sides of the cups, completely liberating her heavy, weighted breasts from the constraint.
”Honestly…”
Her entire consciousness was completely saturated with intense anticipation.
To give her exactly what she was waiting for, I located her half-inverted n**ples and began to intensely stimulate them, rubbing and scraping them firmly with my index fingers.
At the exact same instant that I pressed my lips against the white skin of her bare shoulder to kiss her, I surged a heavy, concentrated blast of mana control through my fingers directly into her rigid n**ples.
I pushed the energy in hard.
’You mustn’t… not so suddenly…’
The mental protest echoing from her mind was a complete lie—a mere superficial formality to save face.
Next, I gripped her soft, heavy breasts tightly in both palms, squeezing them firmly.
”Are you quite sure you don’t want to continue the lecture?”
I leaned down, breathing the question directly into Henrietta-san’s ear canal.
”Idiot.”
’Henrietta-san, you really are an absolute pervert, aren’t you?’
When I projected the thought straight into her mind using Telepathy, she didn’t offer a verbal response.
Instead, her raw lust swelled to an even more monstrous volume.
She reached down with both of her hands, clamping them tightly over mine as I held her breasts, trying to force even more mana inside.
’No… stop…’
She had read my intent and screamed out the desperate plea via Telepathy, but it was already far too late.
I opened the floodgates, pouring a massive surge of mana from both of my hands into her chest all at once.
Her large breasts rippled violently under the sheer volume of the energy.
’Ah… Hah…’
The perverted woman was completely drunk on the sheer intensity of the pleasure, utterly paralyzed by the sensation.
Without giving her a moment to recover, I drove the energy in a second time.
As her massive breasts convulsed and rippled under the onslaught, the perverted lady tilted her face completely toward the ceiling, her mouth hanging wide open as she panted violently for air.
Seeing her in that state, Pamela finally stood up from her seat, a wide, mocking smirk plastered across her face as she approached us.
”Henrietta.”
Though the tone of her voice was sweet and gentle, Pamela reached out, grabbed Henrietta-san firmly by the hair, and yanked her head back to forcefully redirect her face before slamming their lips together in a deep kiss.
The two of them immediately began tilting their heads in tandem, tangling their tongues together as they violently violated and explored the interiors of each other’s mouths.
’Scolding and lecturing us when you’re an absolute pervert yourself.’
Pamela’s thoughts flooded directly through Henrietta’s physical body, transmitting clearly into my own mind via Telepathy.
’It’s time for an absolute punishment.’
Even as she was being mentally and verbally degraded, Henrietta-san’s hand broke away, reaching blindly downward as she tried to grasp at my crotch.
The blouse, which hadn’t been completely stripped from her torso, got in the way and blocked her reach, but she refused to give up the attempt.
I had heard rumors before that women capable of manipulating mana possessed an incredibly hyperactive sexual appetite.
Given that they can be made to pant, arch their spines, and drown in absolute ecstasy simply by having mana violently forced into them, ripped out of them, or channeled directly into their primary erogenous zones, I suppose it was completely unavoidable.
In my previous life, I had reached an age where I understood the complexities of female sexual desire well enough, but experiencing a supernatural phenomenon like this firsthand was an entirely different reality.
Stripping her completely naked, I stepped behind her and locked her arms into a tight full nelson, pinning her securely.
Knowing exactly what to do next, Pamela stepped up and dug her index finger sharply into Henrietta-san’s exposed flank, unleashing a massive, concentrated torrent of mana directly into her side.
The perverted lady twisted and writhed violently in my grip, letting out a sound that was impossible to classify as either a scream or a raw groan of pleasure.
”You absolutely love this, don’t you?”
The perverted lady twisted her torso and groaned repeatedly under the relentless torment of Pamela’s precise stimulation.
We dragged her over and laid her completely flat on her back across the top of the desk, ensuring the punishment continued without a single moment of rest.
After a short while, having thoroughly satisfied her own amusement, Pamela kept the tip of her index finger pressed firmly against Henrietta-san’s skin, slowly sliding it down from her flank and moving it directly toward her crotch.
”No… stop… not there, please…”
It certainly wasn’t a genuine ‘no’.
She was waiting for Pamela’s punishment with her anticipation levels at Max, desperately waiting for whatever she was about to do to her.
The small elf mage’s slender, delicate finger sank deeply, burying itself directly into her wet crotch.
Forcing her arms up into a complete surrender, I pinned her wrists firmly against the desk, leaning my upper body over her to stare directly down into her face.
Her ragged breathing was perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of Pamela’s hand pushing in and pulling out.
However, suddenly, the physical resistance completely gave way; Pamela’s hand was violently vacuumed and swallowed all the way up to her wrist straight inside her body.
So this is what a realistic fist actually feels like in reality.
With a full smile, Pamela put even more physical power into her arm as she drove it home.
’I’m breaking… I’m going to break!’
’Stop telling such obvious lies. The folds of your v**ina are actively clamping down and rejoicing. See? You absolutely love it, don’t you?’
From my position holding her down, I could explicitly feel Pamela’s entire forearm shifting and churning deep inside her internal anatomy.
’Boy! Grab this pervert by the throat and choke her out so I can initiate a complete Mana Draining⁴!’
’Understood.’
The frantic scream of Henrietta-san yelling “Stop it!” served as our final, explicit signal.
Mana released from Pamela’s hand temporarily diffused from the uterus to the intestinal tract, then accumulated and passed through the spinal cord.
My hand, which was lightly choking her, sucked it out.
The total pervert’s internal organs churned and her entire body convulsed as she was swallowed by a vortex of pleasure, causing her to completely black out.
”Her eyes are rolling back.”
”I went too far; I even made her mess herself with the big one.”
Pamela and I clean up her body, which occasionally convulses after wetting herself, along with the messed-up surroundings.
I learned the hard way that hanging out with a total pervert is exhausting because the aftermath is a nightmare to clean up.
”Even though the week has only just begun, both of you are attacking me together.”
Henrietta-san, who had regained consciousness, irresponsibly made such a statement.
On this end, it’s heavy labor following right after yesterday.
”What are you saying, you were enjoying it. If you are going to complain, comfort yourself from next time.”
I also nod my head deeply.
”What, you guys were enjoying it too, weren’t you?”
I can’t completely deny it, but compared to normal sexual intercourse, perverted acts using Mana cause severe exhaustion both mentally and physically.
There is also the cleanup.
I think doing it once or twice a month is the absolute limit.
”I’ll have you keep me company once a week.”
Impossible, if that’s the case, next time will be neglect play. I should coordinate with Pamela in advance.
”I sweated, and I want to erase the marks, so let’s go to the bath.”
While tracing the areas that had turned red from injecting Mana, Henrietta-san made the proposal.
”Is there a bath?”
”It’s for Research Students and staff, but if any of the Research Students are there, even students can enter. Let’s put something in our stomachs along the way.”
Where we were taken was the first floor of the staff quarters located on the east side of the dome.
Here, there were two individual baths and a place like a Dining Hall or a tavern for Research Students and staff whose research extended into the night or late at night.
The bath is basically free, but the water is drawn from a well by a slave, and the amount of water per use is fixed.
Turning that water into hot water is up to ourselves, and while we can pay money to burn it with firewood, if you can use Mana, there is the option to boil it on your own with a Fireball.
This time, Pamela made a Fireball and boiled it quickly.
Monica’s house—or is it my home now?
Is it the first time in half a month since then that I am soaking in a bathtub?
It feels good.
In this bathroom, expensive soap is also placed, and I can wash off the dirt from head to toe cleanly for the first time in a while.
Moreover, it’s fine to go to the nighttime Dining Hall just wearing a robe after getting out of the bath.
When actually going there, it feels like coming to the lounge of a hot spring inn.
Perhaps it is popular, as there were two groups and one solitary customer at the counter ahead of us.
”Welcome, Henrietta. Three people, right. Sit wherever you like, what would you like to drink?”
A woman who seems to be the manager calls out to us.
It is completely the atmosphere of a tavern.
”Is ale fine for everyone?”
When we nodded to the question from Henrietta, a rejection came from the manager.
”I’m sorry, it has gotten cold so there is no more ale. Forgive me with lager.”
When told that, my hometown’s Fee family’s fermentation method also changes depending on the temperature, and the beer brewed from the middle of the thirteenth month changes from ale to lager.
The manager immediately brought lager in ceramic mugs.
”What is your food order?”
”Somehow, I want to eat something hearty.”
I also jump onto the words from Henrietta.
”Same here, I haven’t eaten properly since morning, so something hearty please.”
”Tell you what, potato salad and a meat dish. What about Pamela? If it’s fine to include meat, I can make a stir-fry of nuts and mutton right away.”
The manager is being considerate even to Pamela, despite her being a slave.
”Then, that please.”
”Understood. Even so, Henrietta, the marks are remaining.”
”Ah, today was a bit intense. How about you next time, Daniela?”
Apparently, Henrietta-san and the manager here have that kind of relationship.
”Unfortunate, since children were born, I graduated from that side.”
”What, boring. Everyone says that and disappears.”
”Even you, if you play around forever, you’ll miss the chance to make children.”
”No way, I have things I want to do.”
Whether she had an idea about what Henrietta-san wants to do, the manager called Daniela made a gesture of giving up and returned inside the counter.
The hearty dish ordered as a chef’s choice was a huge lamb steak, where all the seasoning was just rock salt—a main dish overflowing with wild flavor, and a large serving of potato salad.
With Henrietta picking up the tab, we deliciously consumed the food and lager and returned to the room.
The room had its lights turned off, and Nico and Marie, partly due to last night, should probably be sleeping.
Without making a sound, I fumbled my way to the bed.
Changing into undergarments, I crawled into the blanket so as not to touch Nico and Marie.
”Ahhh, smells like soap, I reckon.”
”Really, did you take a bath?”
They were awake.
I received the interrogation of the two in the darkness, but drowsiness surpassed it, and after answering haphazardly, I was able to fall into a deep sleep.
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The first period of the next day was General Magic Theory, the same as yesterday.
Compared to yesterday, it was not about conceptual things, but became specific stories such as cases where someone who is not a Medical Mage⁶ is permitted to perform Heal⁷, or the notification obligation when a Medical Mage opens a clinic, so I was somehow able to keep up with the class.
And the second period, this side was also foundational magic studies.
Today, within the introduction, Marielle-san, a friend of Henrietta-san, explained about magic tools that are generally widespread using actual items.
”Everyone, you know what this is, right. Yes, Magic Lamps⁸ generally called poor man’s lamps, precisely it is a magic iron sand⁹ lamp.”
Because she said poor man’s lamp, bitter smiles leaked from the Students.
In fact, there are only poor man’s lamps and candles at my parents’ house and at Getys House.
”Now, the Magic Lamps stopped lighting up. What will you all do?”
The one who raised her hand was Doris, a blonde beauty who entered school at the top of the grades.
”Yes there, what is your name?”
”It is Doris Möller. First, suspecting Mana depletion, replace the attached Amber with a charged Amber.”
”That’s right, first replace the Amber, right. Doris・Möller-san. Now, what do you do when there is no Amber to replace?”
”Charge Mana into the Amber.”
”What about when you want to turn on the light immediately?”
Marielle-san asks a rather nasty question.
”It seems it would light up if you run Mana directly from the Mana Control line from the Amber to the glowing part.”
”Now, Doris-san, will you actually try doing it?”
Marielle-san walks over and hands the Magic Lamps to Doris.
Doris puts her finger into the place where the Amber of the received Magic Lamps was set, but the light does not turn on.
”I’m sorry, it didn’t turn on,” said Doris with an embarrassed look.
”Then, is there anyone else who says they can do it?”
There is no one who can’t read the room to say they can do it after Doris, whose hierarchy is the top of the school year, failed, right.
”Yes!”
Beside me, Marie raised her hand while grinning brightly.
Doris made a slightly unpleasant face and sat in her own seat.
”Yes, you, first say your name.”
”It’s Marie・Novakova, y’see!”
”Now, Marie・Novakova-Ysee-san, will you try doing it?”
Including me, several people who knew laughed bitterly.
”The name is Marie・Novakova. I don’t need the ‘y’see’ part, I reckon!”
”Oh is that so, I’m sorry. Now, Marie・Novakova-san, please go ahead.”
While feeling slightly offended, Marie received the Magic Lamps, attached the Amber, touched her finger to the contact point of the Amber and the wire, turned on the switch, and the Magic Lamps lit up faintly.
”Yes, that’s correct. Marie, thank you.”
Marielle-san received the device from Marie and returned to the teacher’s podium.
”What I am going to talk about now is the navel-attached Amber that stores Mana. From this poor man’s lamp to Golem, from small things to large things, it is a familiar thing used for various things, but it is not well known.”
This class is somehow interesting.
”I’ll reveal the secret beforehand, but both the poor man’s lamp and Golem operate on a monomer of Mana. Raise your hand if you knew this.”
To my surprise, it was only Marie alone.
”Yes, thank you. Navel-attached Amber charging can be done by any Mage, right. Mostly, the Amber that received the Dimer at the navel changes it into a monomer and stores it in the transparent part of the Amber.”
So that’s how it is.
”And, when using it, it releases the monomer from the navel. Normally, it moves through the magic thread to the place where it is used. In the case of Magic Lamps, it is magic iron sand, right. It makes the grains of magic iron sand glow when passing through the area. In Golem, it makes muscles contract.”
I see, somehow a monomer feels like an electron.
”It is said that the used monomer has lost power, but returns to the Amber, and after that, the next monomer’s Mana goes out from the navel.”
It is explained that Mana is circulating, but gradually loses power and becomes depleted of Mana.
It really is an electron.
”Therefore, if the path of Mana is cut off midway, Mana will stop coming out, and the poor man’s lamp will turn off, like this.”
She turns the switch of the poor man’s lamp off and on.
”As I think you know, with a charged Amber, Mana evaporates little by little from the navel. If left alone, it becomes empty. Also, if used many times, it may crack during charging. Why? I will explain from now on, okay.”
Listening to Marielle-san’s story, various ideas well up.
When the class ends, saying that I have something I want to do for a bit, I leave Marie alone and go to Henrietta-san’s research office.
”What’s wrong, accompany me for lunch.”
She invites me, but my mood is not in the place for that.
Borrowing two medium-sized Ambers, a bundle of magic thread, a poor man’s lamp, and linen thread, I go to the Courtyard and sit on the bare ground in the center.
For the time being, I make a coil of magic thread, four to five centimeters in diameter, and about twenty centimeters in length.
Since the medium-sized Amber is just the right size, I wind the magic thread around the cylindrical part, pull it out slowly, and tie it loosely lengthwise with linen thread so that the shape does not collapse.
I connect the Ambers, which were put in series, to this coil and the poor man’s lamp.
The poor man’s lamp is for checking that the switch is ON.
When turning on the switch, the poor man’s lamp lights up, and when making a small Fireball and bringing it close to the end of the coil, as soon as the Fireball was sucked in…
With a massive boom, a tremendous sound echoed.
”I did it, this guy is a coilgun! It combined with an air cannon that spits out circular smoke.”
When firing two more shots, the end of the coil broke due to the explosion.
Somehow I felt happy and laughter welled up inside me.
Crouched in laughter in the middle of the Courtyard, I might look abnormal, but I am laughing in dead seriousness.
To reveal the secret: run the monomer’s Mana through the magic thread made to resemble a coil.
If this were an electron, a magnetic field should be generated, but in this case, shall we call it a magic magnetic field?
Pulled by this magic magnetic field, the Dimer’s Mana constituting the Fireball is sucked into the coil.
When the Fireball is carried to the center where the magic magnetic field is strongest, the Mana advances a little but is pulled back.
But there was no doubt about what had happened.
The heated gas, completely unaffected by the magical magnetic field, had continued forward under its own inertia.
As it neared the exit of the coil, the intense heat caused it to rapidly expand all at once, generating both a loud blast and a massive shockwave.
In perfect accordance with my own theory, the “Artificial Shishi-odoshi (deer scare)”³ experiment was a resounding success.
”Yes! Yes! Yes! All that’s left now is the magnet and the capacitor for the Mana. Once I get my hands on those…”
My mind was already racing ahead to the next step.
If that succeeds, I’ll be the most overpowered being in this world. I won’t even be able to wipe the grin off my face!
Dominating an alternate world using modern knowledge—the world of light novels is right in the palm of my hand!
I felt exactly like someone who had just looked at their lottery ticket and realized they hit the jackpot.
But then.
”Larry Fee Getys. You’re coming with me to the Principal’s office right now.”
Before I could even blink, the dwarven Principal Annerose was standing right in front of me, her face completely contorted with absolute rage.
And so, as if it were an inevitable rule of reality, I was forcibly marched straight off to the Principal’s office.
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Summary:
Larry returns from the trials and attempts to navigate academy lectures under severe sleep deprivation before getting dragged into an illegal magic demonstration by Pamela. Their outdoor detonation draws severe disciplinary backlash from Henrietta-san inside her laboratory quarters. The scolding rapidly deteriorates into an intense, hyper-sexualized mana manipulation assault as Pamela and Larry join forces to completely break her authority over a chaotic, unrendered finish
Moving from an intense post-encounter cleanup to the mundane structure of academy life, the unnamed protagonist attends a lecture regarding standard magic tools. A brief demonstration by his country classmate Marie sparks a realization regarding the micro-particle behavior of magical elements. Hurrying into an isolated courtyard with borrowed components, he sets up an empirical circuit that results in an explosive force
Larry successfully completes his energy expansion experiment using thermodynamic principles combined with magical constraints. His celebration cut short when the head of the institution catches him in the act. Principal Annerose arrives in a state of absolute fury, leaving his immediate fate hanging in the balance
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Trivia:
- The academic calendar explicitly states that class lengths are ninety minutes each with two mandatory morning lecture slots.
- Elf magic traditions require absolute mastery over localized acoustic safety barriers before children are permitted deep navigation into domestic woodland coordinates.
- The local Fee family changes their entire commercial brewing fermentation process from ale to lager exactly in the middle of the thirteenth month based strictly on atmospheric shifts
- Doris entered the academy with verified top placement metrics across the entire current freshman bracket
- The protagonist explicitly relates his personal situation directly to the meta-narrative tropes of light novels
- The exact components required for the next stage of the device are a magnet and a capacitor configured specifically for Man
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Character Insight:
Henrietta shifts dynamically from a dominant, nagging disciplinary authority figure into a completely exposed, helpless masochist whose physiological sensitivity to external mana manipulation entirely overrides her capacity to enforce structural academy protocols.
The protagonist shifts instantly from a state of exhaustion to scientific mania upon seeing magic analyzed as an electronic particle analog.
Larry transitions rapidly from clinical validation to full power-fantasy hubris, which is instantly broken down into compliance when confronted by an authority figure.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Marie – Fifteen-year-old Novakova, a spirited noblewoman and academy student known as the Weasel of Bohemia, resembles Isabella and Nico. Cynical and territorial toward outsiders, she fiercely protects Nico and shares a room and a secret affair with Larry, whom she tutors in law. Masking her deep concern with teasing, she wears a comical floral hairpiece and joyfully celebrates winning a bet on the protagonist’s return.
• Nico – A petite, silver-haired student in a tailored maid outfit, she is a diligent, anxious laundry worker and Village Head Fee member. Devoted to Larry after he saved her from a noble’s son, she shares a room, bed, and intense romantic bond with him, checking his scent for fidelity and initiating late-night intimacy. Insecure from a past kidnapping, she deeply relies on her confidante Marie.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• Christina – The energetic Student Council President and fifth daughter of Marquis Sabaski renounced her inheritance due to being born to a maid. A charismatic yet overwhelming Mana-user with telepathic abilities, she hosted the 101st New Year’s Eve party and runs student wagers as a bookmaker. She is also a relative and half-grandniece of the Fourth Sage.
• Becker – The Becker family name, carried by student council president Christina, is the lineage of the Marquis’s illegitimate daughter. Associated with academy leadership, the family is known for its bold, calculating nature in managing student betting pools. They maintain influential connections to both the high-ranking Sabaski household and the powerful Fourth Sage.
• Theo – A Dwarf. Daniel’s third son, an apprentice in Obernbach, sports bronze curly hair and a neatly trimmed beard, embodying his family’s legacy while learning a trade in the city.
• Henrietta – An eccentric, refined golem researcher with disheveled hair and an exceptionally heavy bust causing severe shoulder tension. Wearing a messy Gothic-Lolita two-piece or a linen blouse and fleece jacket, she runs a lab under Prof. Pauman and holds authority over her slave Pamela. As Larry’s teasing mentor and official supervisor, her chaotic devotion to ancient magic hides an abnormal fetish: she reacts with raw submission and intense physical pleasure to direct mana manipulation, which Larry tries to accommodate or counter with magical inventions.
• Pamela – An ageless, childlike elf slave to Henrietta-san, she is small and baby-faced with a foul mouth and a habit of eating bread with both hands. Hidden beneath white Gothic-Lolita attire that conceals her pointed ears, she possesses vast mana, ancient wisdom, and mastery of Dwarf-style Kumite and advanced elven acoustic magic. She trains the protagonist daily and delivers updates from the capital.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Larry – Larry Fee Getys is a tall Bizan Magic School student with red-white skin, curly bronze hair, and eyes. A deadpan, undisciplined reincarnated slave-soldier and militia veteran on trial, he uses modern technical knowledge for Golemics, magitech motors, and Shishi-odoshi spells. Married to Nico and linked to Monica, Teressa, and Louise, he fights duels for survival, his fear replaced by a fierce thirst for life.
• Max – Uncle Klaus’s second son and Larry’s cousin.
• Monica – Sun-tanned, slender, tomboyish fifteen-year-old widow and childhood friend of Larry, missing a front tooth, she lost her husband Denis at Vod Fortress and now raises her twin children while wet-nursing her infant niece Maria; observant, assertive in negotiations, and the household’s weary voice of reason, she manages domestic life with bitter authority, haunted by survival fears and Larry’s neglect—so much so she gave up her son—and offers the narrator early-filtered apple cider as a quiet, poignant farewell at the station.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, of the court-recognized Fee lineage, carries his middle name as a symbol of family legacy. He leads the Getys household in governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens, embodying distinguished, cohesive authority. To reinforce their established noble stature, his structured, traditional household recently hired the maid Nico to serve Teressa.
• Daniela – A mother who serves as the manager of the Dining Hall located on the first floor of the staff quarters, demonstrating a helpful and accommodating disposition toward Larry. A woman who works as the manager of the late-night Dining Hall in the staff quarters, shares a past relationship with Henrietta, and has settled into life after raising children.
• Daniel – White‑haired dwarf with a thick mane, over 100 years old, migrated from Kiridal’s southern mines to Strock Village, where he runs a blacksmith shop opposite Granny Ferris. A jovial, blunt master of metalwork and carpentry, he also exterminates monsters, serves on the council, teaches that a strong grip fuels mana, and is famed for his trademark laugh and marimba at weddings, using glossy coal in his forge.
• Marielle – An academy teacher and Magic Tools researcher, she instructs foundational magic principles using real-world demonstrations. Often in everyday clothes, she is a blunt, dominant friend to Henrietta—whose specific fetishes she knows—and can siphon mana via contact during sparring. As a student and frequent lab visitor, she balances academic guidance with a distinct, intimate personal connection.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys, a youth from Strock Village in the Viscounty of Bizan, carries a lineage of rugged, battle-scarred warriors like Hardy and his late brother Denis, whose people fell to disease and war. Raised by his aunts Alisa and Monica, Larry’s family name is recognized within his academy’s social hierarchy and is formally invoked by court officials to declare his innocence.
• Doris – Mueller, a flashy blonde beauty from the Royal Capital, entered the magic academy at the absolute top of her class. She tightly ties back her hair to emphasize her small head and large eyes, donning expensive, intricate ornaments. While she masks a calculating, provocative personality behind a high-class facade and modest makeup, her unmatched academic standing defines her elite status among peers.
• Möller – Doris carries this family name, establishing her formal identity within student records as the academy’s top freshman and defining her relationships and status among peers.
• Novakova – The Novakova family, headed by Marie, carries a dignified name tied to Barsheni Village’s leadership and her specific regional ancestry. Maintaining a modest yet respected status, they hold enough influence and wealth to fund an attendant’s living expenses. Their identity and ancestral roots command local respect, shaping their supportive yet authoritative relationships with those around them.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Annerose – Principal von Bülow is a stern Dwarf woman who leads National Bizan Magic School with an authoritative, masculine manner of speaking and a low, resonant voice. Disciplining her student Larry Fee Getys while managing magical mishaps, she adds a mischievous flair to ceremonies by putting students on the spot. Dignified yet fierce when provoked, she is also the divorced mother of Sabrina Haas.
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