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Reborn as the Doomed Heir of a Mage Dynasty (Web Novel) - Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Given the urgency, the students nodded solemnly, ready to follow instructions without hesitation.I stepped forward and began issuing clear directions.
From the epidermis to the subcutaneous layer, remember the 2:5:3 ratio and apply stabilization magic for each layer. Got it?
Y-yeah.
Start with the epidermis. Mix tissue replication potion and induction agent at a 9:1 ratio, then add an equal amount of Alimonium base.
Wait, wait!
Stir it while heating before it fully replicates. For the second layer, use a 7:3 ratio, same base, and remember that the potion for the dermis needs to be 50% of the totalcalculate carefully.
As the number of beakers grew, Narce took charge of heating the mixtures.
For the last layer, go with a 3:7 ratio. Once done, remember to add an acceleratorit needs to work in 60 seconds.
How much do we add to speed it up?
The exact amount depended on context, but since this was a high school-level problem, the school-taught method would suffice.
Add 0.1% of the total potion to accelerate by about 10% per increment. But if you exceed 5% of the base, youll get the same side effects Leo showed earlier. Calculate carefully.
The students, now focused and coordinated, worked with rapid precision.
Theyve completely steadied themselves.
From earlier panic over basic calculations to this sharp turnaround, they were living up to the reputation of Imperial Second Academy students.
They proved themselves capable, even under pressure.
Ding, ding, ding
Times up, but finish combining everything, Leo instructed as he stopped the stopwatch.
The students followed through, using stabilization magic to merge the potions into a single vial.
All done!
They handed the completed potion to Leo, who pierced a synthetic skin sample and poured the concoction over the wound.
Though slower than Leos earlier demonstration, the bleeding gradually stopped, and the tissue began to regenerate.
Whoa!
Its working!
The skin layers filled in slowly but surely.
While my guidance had helped, the students satisfaction in their own work was evident in their reactions.
Theres no excess tissue forming, right?
Yeah, its stopped!
The fully restored skin confirmed their calculations were correct.
Though memorizing the potion layers and their ratios was vital, accuracy in calculations was key.
Recovering quickly from panic and handling the math correctly showed that these students werent exaggerating when they claimed to be good at calculations.
Not bad for a first attempt.
If I focused on recipe instructions, they could handle the calculations, leaving problem-solving to Leo and Narce. The division of labor was shaping up well.
Satisfied, I glanced at the two Class 1 students. Their gaze was fixed on me, as if they had something to say.
What?
***
All right, last step: five drops of consecrated lemon juice. The mental interference potion needs its effects reduced, so
Dilution!
Exactly. Ten percent dilution.
We spent the entire day in the lab.
Just as Id planned to use the Class 1 students as calculators, they began treating me like a recipe dispenser.
Every time I dictated a formula, they absorbed it and repeated it back flawlessly. Meanwhile, Leo handed me a pile of five years worth of past competition questions, all the way to the finals.
They really think I can just spit out answers without effort.
Reading and dictating recipes nonstop drained my energy.
Im going to grab something to eat. Anyone want anything?
What? Ill go instead! one of the Class 1 students exclaimed, standing up in a huff.
The brains of the team stay seated. Fetching snacks is grunt work.
Why lump me in? Youre the only grunt here.
Exactly. So its grunt work.
They seemed to be having fun.
Ignoring their banter, I stepped out, hoping to clear my head as much as to grab food.
Despite the mental strain, I couldnt complain. My job required far less physical effort than theirs.
Leo, though more familiar with potions than the rest of us, wasnt as adept as the students from specialized schools. Memorization was crucial for all of us.
We worked through the night, returning to the dormitory just before dawn.
Lucas, youre the teams MVP!
One of the Class 1 students clasped their hands together dramatically before heading to their room.
When did we get this close?
Still, these were the same students whod spent a semester together in the special class. There wasnt much distance between us.
Forget Pleroma or any rumors for nowpractical results matter more.
Just then, Leo walked in carrying a bundle.
Whats that?
Bouquets. The juniors came to cheer us on.
He set another basket of letters on my desk.
Heres todays batch of mail.
Thanks. Theyre still coming in, huh?
The bundle of letters rustled, and a familiar creature popped its head out.
Lucas!
What the?!
Leo stared at Pai in disbelief.
Remarkably, despite looking like a rodent, Pai hadnt shredded any of the mail.
Narces asleep~
So?
Play with me!
No. Ill be up for another hour or two, so stay here if you want.
Okay!
I settled into my bed, reading through the letters one by one.
About three letters in, I reached for another and felt something familiar: an unusually thick envelope.
Oh.
Whats up?
Wordlessly, I held up the hefty letter.
Leo whistled, then buried his face in a potion manual.
[To the esteemed Sir Nicolaus Ernst,]
Changed from respected to esteemed.
Less formal, but somehow more unnerving.
I opened the letter and read the first sentence.
[I knew youd understand me! Im so happy, Sir Ernst. Clearly, our souls are connected on a higher planeunited against our mutual enemy, Pleroma. When can we meet in person?]
What the hell is this?
Scratch the less formalits just as weird as before.
Dropping the letter on Leos desk, I used magic to change my hair and eye color.
Leo, puzzled, read the letter and asked incredulously, Lucas, did you reply to this person?
Nope. Looks weird to you too, huh?
Obviously. What did you do to make them think youd understand them?
No idea.
I flipped the envelope over to check the name.
Robert Mueller.
A common name, with a common surname.
Taking the envelope, I warped to the Crown Princes palace and knocked on the secretarys office door.
Come in.
Good day. I have a question.
Ah, Sir Nicolaus! A pleasure to see you.
The head secretary greeted me warmly, rising from his chair.
Could I review the list of incoming mail from the past week?
Of corse.
He retrieved a thick ledger from a shelf and handed it to me.
Thank you.
Take your time.
I opened the book, ran my wand over the pages, and whispered:
Seek, and you shall find.
Robert Mueller.
Several entries glowed faintly.
Four letters in one week.
Not extreme, but unusual.
The content was odd, but nothing overtly malicious.
Could I also see the list of outgoing mail from the secretarys office?
Ah, thats a bit sensitive. Is there an issue?
Ive been receiving peculiar letters. I wanted to check if the office responded to them.
We do send standard replies. Youre welcome to review those records in this case.
After reviewing the responsessimple acknowledgment lettersI found nothing alarming.
Could they really think a generic reply meant I understood them?
While eccentric individuals were inevitable, it was better to address potential issues early.
I need to check if anyones been sending replies on their own.
I headed directly to the Royal Investigation Bureau.
***
[The 64-team round of the Bavarian Magical Potion Experimentation Tournament will now begin.]
I was expecting someone to say this was a waste of time, but the Bureau took my request surprisingly seriously.
Thanks to the letter sent to Leos office that morning, the investigation progressed quickly, allowing me to focus fully on the competition.
Huff huff
Sir, are you okay?
The members of our team muttered weakly in the hallway outside the exam venue, drained from the buildup of nerves.
I turned to Narce, who looked uncharacteristically calm.
Youre not nervous?
Huh? Nope. Why would I be? We have your memory, so theres nothing to worry about!
Did you use your ability again?
Nope. I try to avoid it before major events. If I know the outcome in advance, I might slack off, and that could change the future. Its better to trust the team!
It was a sound argument.
Thinking back, Narce always used his foresight ability casually for trivial things. When it came to significant moments, he seemed to rely on it selectively.
I nodded and glanced out the window.
The exam hall was massiveessentially a stadium.
With an audience of 10,000, spectators filled every corner.
The announcements introducing teams from other schools droned on, and eventually, it was our turn.
[Team 52, representing the 2nd Year Students of the Imperial Second Academy, Prussia.]
Woooo!
Good luck out there, Lucas.
The Class 1 students, now visibly steeled for the challenge, patted my shoulder with solemn expressions.
Once the safety protocols were explained, silencing magic was cast over each table, and the official announcement rang out.
[The first experimental topic is Mental Interference Potions.]
Yes!
Wait, isnt that what we practiced yesterday? Lemon juice!
The students clapped their hands in excitement, and I nodded.
It was one of the topics we had drilled extensively. With over 50 potion types practiced the day before, the odds of one appearing were high.
Knowing the topic boosted morale, and the team radiated confidence.
[Begin.]
Thirty Minutes Later
The first round ended, and the announcement filled the hall.
[This concludes the 64-team round. We will now announce the teams advancing to the 32-team round.]
Magical letters appeared in the air, rapidly forming team numbers and names.
!
Aww
Yessss!
Cheers and groans echoed as team names were marked. Teams that failed had their names crossed out with a red line, while successful teams saw their names linked to the next round.
The numbers ticked upward46, 47, 48
Finally, Team 52 appeared, with a bright line connecting it to the next stage.
Woooooo!
A Class 1 student practically screamed, slapping my shoulder with such force it stung.
Lucas, its all thanks to you! Without you, wed have been toast!
The energy froze.
Suddenly, heads turned toward us, the gazes cold and heavy.
Clearly, people were thinking, What was that supposed to mean?
Fortunately, the cheers for the next successful team quickly drowned out the tension.
Realizing the awkwardness, the student glanced around nervously and whispered to the group, Did I mess up? I feel like I wasnt supposed to say that. Was it because of Lucass reputation?
Probably. Thanks for that, I replied dryly.
Leo, meanwhile, turned from the match brackets with a complicated expression.
Guys, our next opponent is the Saxen-Meiningen Magical Medicine Academy.
A magical medicine school?
Of the 32 remaining teams, 25 were from specialized magical medicine schools.
From here on, wed mostly be up against specialists. The real challenge began with the 32-team round.
[The 32-team round will begin in 40 minutes. Please rest freely and return to your seats by 12:40.]
Another Round Later
Uggghhhhhh!
Wow, we made it!
Narce clapped as our teams name appeared on the 16-team bracket. Despite our worries, we had advanced to the round of 16.
Just one more match.
I didnt care about advancing furtherwinning this round would complete my goal.
[The 16-team round will begin in 20 minutes. Please rest freely and return by 1:40.]
Only 20 minutes? We could hit the cafe and make it back in time if we run. Want us to grab you anything?
No, Im fine.
Alright, well be quick!
The two Class 1 students dashed off, disappearing out the door.
As I watched them leave, I stood and announced, Im going to our lab for a bit. I want to review some recipes before the next round.
Okay, dont take too long, Leo replied, waving me off.
The lab was attached to the gymnasium, a short 10-minute walk away. It was common for students to visit during breaks.
The hall was emptier now, with only 16 teams remaining. When I reached our lab, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rustle.
A faint noise came from behind me.
Bang! Clunk!
What?!
The door slammed shut with a gust of wind.
This feels wrong.
I immediately turned back and grabbed the handle.
Clunk, clunk
It wouldnt budge.
I pushed harder, but the door refused to move.
Fifteen minutes left until we need to be seated, and Im locked in?
I tried the front door but found it similarly locked.
Hello? Anyone out there?!
Pounding on the door brought no response. The hall outside was eerily silent, as if deserted.
Who did this?
With so many enemies, narrowing it down was impossible. It could be any team wed defeatedor someone with a personal grudge against me.
Even Adrian couldnt be ruled out.
No, too many suspects. Focus on getting out first.
Clunk, bang!
The heavy woden door didnt yield to brute force.
Breaking it with magic or warping is my only option.
Warping violated competition rules and could lead to disqualification. Even if I managed to avoid detection, one glaring issue remained:
How would I explain getting out without opening the door?
If someone was watching, claiming someone had let me out wouldnt hold water. Worse, escaping this way would prevent me from reporting the incident and identifying the culprit.
Think calmly.
I needed a non-magical way to escape.
Eyeing the room, I noticed the usual lab features: storage cabinets, emergency showers, and a safety hammer for breaking glass.
Modern design, huh?
My eyes trailed upward, locking onto something promising.
Found it.
A way out.
