Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 281

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 281

180. Preparing for the New Semester (3)

The liquid swirling inside the ampoule.

The effort Viscount Otier has poured in to create that must be beyond words.

“It’s all thanks to my benefactor.”

Viscount Otier choked up for a moment before continuing.

“If I hadn’t met my benefactor back then and received the ‘Miracle Mana Stone’… I might still be clinging to a hopeless cause.”

I shook my head.

“It’s also because you didn’t give up, Viscount Otier.”

My contribution certainly exists.

Indeed, without the mana stone I created, it would have been nearly impossible for Viscount Otier to complete this treatment.

But if we consider the sequence of events, it was ultimately possible because of Viscount Otier’s endless attempts.

“The clinical results seem to have been good.”

“Yes. As you’ve seen from the reports I’ve submitted, there are virtually no side effects. Although some complained of mild dizziness and headaches, no fatal side effects occurred.”

“You provided appropriate compensation to the clinical subjects, I assume?”

“Yes, as instructed, I paid more than what was given during Viscount Altair’s time.”

During Viscount Altair’s time, they used the poor and conducted clinical trials at an almost exploitative level.

Even so, whenever they posted clinical announcements in newspapers, people would flock like clouds.

Why?

Because many people were dying from lack of even that.

But clinical trials, no matter how perfectly made, are unpredictable when it comes to human subjects.

That’s why adequate compensation must be provided while taking full responsibility for any side effects.

“When do you plan to start the medication?”

“Today.”

Viscount Otier’s eyes sparkled with emotion.

“My daughter had another seizure not long ago, so I had to wait a bit.”

“There was another seizure.”

“Yes. The intervals are getting shorter, and the pain she complains of is getting worse. But it’s okay now. It’s complete.”

I won’t have to see the dark Viscount Otier anymore.

“You said you’re keeping your daughter in the house attached to this factory?”

“Yes, since I’m conducting research, it felt wrong to just leave her at home…”

Since I’m here, witnessing this historic moment of medication would be good.

Mass production of this treatment is a problem to solve later.

“Shall we go then, my benefactor.”

A moment later.

We stood before a girl who was sleeping soundly but had a pale complexion.

The medication is administered by a doctor, not Viscount Otier.

The developer and the administrator are strictly different.

A priest was called in case of emergency, and if necessary, I could step in like when I treated Duchess Elba Termion.

“All preparations are complete. I’ll begin now.”

The medication finally began under the doctor’s guidance.

The transparent medicine flowed through the tube, very slowly, very slowly seeping from the needle connected to the pale white wrist into the blood vessels.

“Mmm…”

The child tossed and turned as if in pain, but only briefly.

“Oh…”

It was effective.

Her complexion gradually improved, and life began to return to her pale skin.

I immediately heightened my sensing ability.

This feeling of the chaotic mana flow inside slowly becoming organized, which had been a mess when I saw it before.

The human body is truly mysterious.

Such a thought suddenly occurred to me.

“The first round of medication is complete.”

At the doctor’s words a moment later, Viscount Otier swayed.

The priest beside him quickly supported him, and Viscount Otier staggered toward the child and knelt down.

“Now… don’t worry. You’ll be able to recover completely soon.”

At his appearance holding her hand tightly, the doctor smiled warmly, and the priest said:

“In this world, there are illnesses that can be healed not by divine power, but by love.”

Would Priscilla have said something like that too?

I watched Viscount Otier holding his daughter’s hand and rejoicing endlessly.

Though his face is disfigured by the plague, at this moment it’s more beautiful than anything else in the world.

Afterward, when we returned to the factory, Sidrain looked extremely busy.

“No, those documents go there, not here! Did you check all the quantities?”

“J-just a moment!”

“At this rate, what kind of work will you do when you graduate and go to the Magic Tower? Huh?”

Altur, who had gone to greet someone briefly, was now buried in a pile of documents without knowing why.

As soon as Sidrain saw me, he spoke with a complicated expression.

“Honestly, it’s good that the Magic Tower has been staffed and we don’t have to worry about funding anymore due to various matters…”

“So?”

“Isn’t the workload too much for my old age?”

“Didn’t you choose all of this yourself, Sidrain?”

“Well, that’s true, but… ugh.”

Seeing him groan but still manage well enough, there’s no particular concern.

“How are those ‘Apostles’ doing?”

“Ah. You mean those guys from the jungle? Don’t even get me started. I don’t know why they’re so curious about everything. More than half of this workload explosion is because of them.”

From what I heard, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“They’re stirring up the entire Magic Tower?”

“Right. Since they learned magic haphazardly, they know magic but lack other basic knowledge, so they’re really bothering the mages.”

I heard they don’t even know how to use basic magical tools, troubling people, and they don’t know Imperial social culture well, so they ate with their hands instead of forks, shocking other mages.

“They’ll adapt soon enough though.”

“Right. What’s the big deal about culture or etiquette anyway. How many people can use magic? Oh, that little one has talent too.”

Ah.

He’s talking about Reutake’s son whom I saved from the jungle.

“He has considerable talent too. At this rate, instead of searching academies for mages, maybe we should search the remote regions of the Empire.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Of course I won’t do it. As you can see, I’m old.”

How can I believe someone who claims to be old while living so busily?

“You should come visit the Magic Tower sometime?”

At this random comment, I tilted my head.

“Why the Magic Tower all of a sudden?”

“Well… it would be nice if you came to look around and such. You might come in the future.”

Saul Hanston’s proposal came to mind at that moment.

I thought about telling him, but since he already looked busy, I decided not to add more shock and tell him later.

“I’ve been so busy lately. I’ll come when I have time.”

“Alright. But you’re not denying that you might come in the future.”

“Who knows. Maybe I’ll buy the Magic Tower.”

“…This little rascal, really.”

But being busy is true.

Now that I’ve toured the factory, it’s time to go to the dwarven underground city, Acrium.

From what I heard roughly, dwarves scattered throughout the Empire are gathering there.

“Oh, let me borrow Altur until the semester starts. You don’t have any particular use for him, do you?”

“Feel free to do so. He’s my disciple, isn’t he?”

“Good. I was planning to do that anyway. But aren’t you my disciple?”

I shrugged at Sidrain’s question that hinted at strange expectations.

“Who knows.”

“Anyway.”

I wonder how he’d react if I told him I agreed to be a conditional disciple for a month in exchange for receiving secret magic transmission from Saul Hanston.

Well, it’s probably better to tell him later.

“Jenna, let’s go.”

It’s about time to move.

Considering there isn’t much time left until the semester starts, we don’t have that much time.

“Oh, okay Dane. Are you done with your business?”

“Yeah. What are you looking at so curiously?”

“Just this place itself? Everything seems amazing to me.”

Jenna will probably have a bored expression someday too.

Just like the other guys.

“But Dane, you’re really amazing. This factory is yours, right?”

“Not officially on paper, but that’s about right.”

“Really… why are you good at everything?”

I felt a strange sense of anticipation looking at Jenna with her sparkling eyes.

Ernest and Leila had exactly that expression at first too.

“Everyone put some effort into it! Does it make sense that you can’t exert strength like this just because you’ve been away for a while?”

“Ah, I’m doing it! Darbado!”

“Damn it! If you stay there, you’ll get in the way, you idiot! Did you forget the mine cart structure too?”

Underground city, Acrium.

In this city being rebuilt by the hands of people who began returning one by one, Darbado’s shouting never ceased.

“I’m telling you, the rail is twisted! We need to remove this entirely and cast it anew!”

“We don’t have time to remove it now! How many supplies do we need to transport right away? If we remove it, we’ll have to remove everything from here to there, so what are we going to do?”

“Ah, tell the guy who originally made this to come out! Hasn’t that fellow returned here yet?”

Acrium gained unprecedented vitality from the voices of dwarves shouting loudly, but the work progress was considerably slower than expected.

“I’m going to die, I’m going to die.”

Darbado eventually declared a temporary work stoppage and sat down roughly, lighting his pipe tobacco.

“Phew. This damn mine cart needs to work properly before we can do anything.”

The place where they were putting so much effort right now was where the rails for the mine carts used to transport supplies from the mines and outside to the underground city were located.

The system was to load supplies onto these mine carts and supply them to the inner parts of the underground city.

Repairing the existing rails and laying new rails leading to the outside.

‘As expected, it’s not easy.’

Originally, Acrium was literally a society of dwarves only, living in isolation from the outside world.

But now they had decided to change.

This was the judgment of Darbado, who would practically become the leader of this place.

Even if the dwarves gathered again to recreate Acrium’s glory, what comes next?

‘It’s important to build our own power so the Empire can’t ignore us.’

They couldn’t survive forever as a society composed only of dwarves.

The Empire was an untrustworthy entity.

Therefore, they needed to build and maintain power so that the Empire could never ignore them.

However, before that, they needed to fix these rails first and connect the mine carts.

“Darbado, no matter how I look at it, removing all these rails seems impossible.”

“Damn it.”

It’s a difficult situation from the start.

‘Subspace is also woefully insufficient, and if supplies don’t come in right away, the people inside will have to go out and get them again.’

Acrium was naturally not stabilized.

Even now, dwarves from various places were flocking here, and to stabilize this, they needed to solve the supply problem first.

In a situation where subspace was also insufficient, it would be difficult if the rails weren’t completed.

“There’s too little manpower to maintain the form and tear it down. Rather, let’s blast it and make it anew…”

It was then.

“I heard things were going well.”

On the opposite side of the working space.

A familiar voice was heard.

As the dwarves’ gazes moved in that direction, what they saw was-

“I was thinking of just watching.”

The savior who had restored their city, Acrium, to them.

Dane Sogress.

And the friend who had accompanied him.

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