| Author: Eltria | Original Source: Syosetu |
| Translator: Mui | English Source: Re:Library |
| Editor(s): Robinxen | |
| Project GB is an official initiative by Re:Library. |
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After entrusting the completed design plans for the modified Legion—now Hom’s personal unit, Altered, to Isaac and Romeo, we decided to call it a day. Tomorrow I’d be able to leave the armor work to Isaac and Romeo and focus entirely on reworking the backpack that housed the thruster system.
For now, I had a report to submit to the Professor, so I headed to Melua’s atelier to discuss it with her—only to be greeted by her looking genuinely surprised.
“Huh!? Master, you’re early today!?”
“…Huh?”
Being told I was early made me instinctively glance at the atelier’s clock—but the time had already passed seven.
“Wait, never mind—it’s already past seven! Whoops, my bad! Alfe, let’s wrap it up for today!”
In a shallow, dish-like circular container—apparently used for multi-vision training—two miniature mecha soldiers were set up, making it look like a tiny colosseum.
From the look of it, they were training by activating multi-vision while operating the mini mechas. In real combat scenarios where mecha are used, aether amplifiers would come into play—so placing emphasis on speed and precision in multi-vision and control made for a very efficient training method.
“Master, what’s up? Are you curious about this?”
“Not exactly—I just thought again how glad I am that I asked you to be Alfe’s magic teacher.”
“Ehh!? You figured something out just by looking!? I mean, from a glance, it just looks like some doll play or make-believe!”
Melua asked playfully, but I nodded seriously.
“You’re using the bare minimum amount of magic to cast and control multi-vision spells while maneuvering those miniature mechas, right? It takes considerable focus, but it’s an effective way to build up small wins. Plus, since it’s all from a top-down perspective, it’s easy to visualize your positioning and how you should move.”
“Whoa! Master, you’re insane! How do you always just know this stuff!?”
“Ehehe, Leafa’s always been amazing. There were so many times I wondered the same—how does she always know?”
Alfe added cheerfully while Melua clutched her head in mock agony. Come to think of it, Alfe had been with me since she was a baby. I had assumed she was never surprised by me anymore—but maybe she was, in her own quiet way.
“I’ve been with Alfe since the day she was born, after all. I like to think I understand most things about her.”
“Then, then! From the state of this mock colosseum can you tell who won?”
“Let’s see…”
Prompted by Melua’s question, I once again examined the virtual colosseum she had constructed. There were two mecha units, Alfe’s and Melua’s, both identical in model, so there was no visual distinction at a glance. But on closer inspection, each machine bore distinct traces of battle.
One had been marked by fire and earth magic, while the other bore signs of water and lightning.
Alfe’s specialty was water magic. And if she were to use multi-vision spells, it made sense to start with lightning magic, which she had used repeatedly for Blitzraid.
“This one—with the scorch marks—is yours, Melua, isn’t it?”
“No waaay! You really got it right!? And if you guessed my unit, that means you figured out Alfe’s attack pattern too, didn’t you!? Didn’t you!?”
Melua bounced up and down excitedly, leaning in to peer into my face.
“I know which magic Alfe excels at. If she wants to win in the upcoming Zersteller, it’d be more efficient to hone those strengths even further.”
“Knew it! Alfe’s memory is amazing and she picks things up super fast. Honestly, unless I start going all out, she’s going to catch up in no time!”
Melua, who I didn’t believe would lose like this, looked composed despite saying that.
“That’s good to hear.”
“I’ve got to beat Senior Melua for your sake too, Leafa.”
“So I’m a teacher and a rival now? Yikes, things are getting intense.”
Considering she’d once come to me asking to be taught alchemy, Melua’s relationship with Alfe was more like a student-teacher dynamic than a formal master-disciple bond. Even so, I could tell from the look on her face that she took real pride in teaching Alfe in her own way.
If she’s going to keep calling me master, then I need to live up to the title, too. Once this round of mecha production is finished, I’ll have to rethink what and how I teach from here on out.



















































































