NOVPUBThe key lies in the latter principle described on the wall, the theory of Magic Card Chain Reactions, which posited that the fission event of one Magic Card could trigger a chain reaction, with each fission releasing more corporeal forms of Magic Power, which in turn could cause more Magic Card fissions.
Although Professor Landry had merely put forward a basic principle of human beings stealing the spark of divinity from the gods,
it was too insane, with theories having their limitations; no one could guarantee success.
Its value could either be immeasurable or zero.
"Professor, have you ever considered that if you’ve just opened a door to a ’hidden world’ and we are witnessing history, how will you ensure that you won’t be targeted by extremist forces within the Empire or avoid assassination by spies from the Allied Forces?"
"Professor, do you currently have any results with ’certainty,’ apart from such subjects filled with ’uncertainty’?"
More and more questions were being raised.
The more the students contemplated the words of Ursula, the more practical her words seemed to them, as if they were awakening.
Upon reflection, if this new professor were a renowned giant of academia, then his words could be convincing and fill one with aspiration, but the problem was that he previously had hardly any achievements, making it seem more like an excessive infatuation with his own theoretical castles in the air.
"Ursula...!"
Landry’s sister Elsa bit her lip and looked toward Ursula on the right side of the classroom, not knowing what to do with her.
Her brother’s first class was about to go smoothly to its end when it was disrupted by Ursula, which could lead to unpleasantness afterward.
Elsa believed that her brother definitely had exceptional talent, but he also needed time to achieve his goals step by step.
If he were to fall into Ursula’s rhythm of skepticism before belief, he would face increasing resistance in his scientific research amidst a state filled with doubt.
"..."
Ursula, being closely watched by Elsa, not only showed no remorse but also impudently blew her a kiss with her index and middle finger, as if to tell Elsa—she was deliberately tormenting Professor Landry for fun.
"!"
Elsa suddenly felt it was impossible to communicate with Ursula and turned her head away from the woman.
Now, she wasn’t sure whether her brother was thinking about how to solve the problem or was simply sensing the restlessness of the classroom, preparing to speak once they quieted down.
One thing that was certain, Professor Landry still looked very composed.
Not only the noble students in the classroom but also the talented commoners had to acknowledge Ursula’s point of view.
For some students, whether Professor Landry’s bold statements were arrogance of a newcomer or indeed had substance, it was still too early to conclude.
After all, his true level had yet to be tested, and doubts lingered in their minds.
"Just what level is your brother at?"
As Elsa worried for her brother, a young male student in the row in front of her turned to ask.
Appearing to be a central figure among the commoner students, or admired by those around him, he had a head of thick, curly brown hair, a well-defined face with handsome lines, and a pair of dark blue eyes beneath his long eyebrows.
His dress was neat and simple, showing little interest in ostentation, preferring to focus on substance, wearing only an ordinary white shirt paired with casual trousers, looking very much the cultivated scholar.
"Senior Nathaniel..."
Elsa was slightly startled, not expecting the Magic Artisan to suddenly ask her.
As the most promising student at Saint Kray Temple and also considered extremely likely to win the Cerryti Empire’s highest honor in Magical Engineering, the Grant Prize, within the next decade, Nathaniel had become the youngest Royal Magic Artisan of the current Empire. He could graduate from Saint Kray Temple at any time but also chose to continue his studies and take on tutorship part-time.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he was the highest-level student in the classroom.
After Nathaniel finished asking, even more commoner students looked toward Elsa.
"I haven’t seen him in many years, so I’m not quite sure,"
Elsa pressed her lips together and shook her head,
"But my brother is really quite amazing,"
she added.
Elsa was also curious about what level her brother was at; she only hoped now that once the class was over, she could go and have a chat with him.
She had missed her brother so much over the years, feeling he was both strange and familiar.
Thus, she dearly hoped the class would proceed smoothly to its end.
"If you say he’s quite amazing, then he must indeed have some skills,"
Nathaniel said to Elsa before turning his gaze back to the podium.
When he was deep in thought, he would furrow his eyebrows slightly and press his lips into a straight line.
Although Nathaniel felt the right thing for the professor to do would be to ignore Ursula or handle her with his clever rhetoric,
he was rather hoping to see Landry show them something more.
Unlike Ursula, who fanned the flames, they held a sincere contempt for teachers who were all flash and no substance, maintaining outward decorum accordingly.
"..."
Talia silently observed everything from within Lanci’s spirit world.
She felt that Lanci’s hypnotism and instigation could sometimes be ineffective.
For instance, previously in Floral City Pariel, Christina, the Earl’s Daughter of the Baptiste family, had been immune to Lanci; some people seemed to possess certain traits that made it difficult for Lanci to easily stir their desires.
As long as there was one sober individual, they could awaken the entire group.
