I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

a fish

In the spacious and luxurious magic academy auditorium, the light shines through the stained glass above the head, illuminating the entire auditorium brightly.

The columns on both sides are carved with line patterns, and the patterns extend to the edge of the ceiling, staggered together, elegant and artistic.

The Elser family's commitment to the academy has been enormous.

The entire auditorium is full and can accommodate thousands of people. There are only more than 100 students who have passed the entrance examination and are admitted by the college. These students only occupy a few rows of seats in the front row of the auditorium. visitors.

On the stage of the auditorium, there are two rows of seats in the middle, and an exquisite round table is placed between the seats and the seats. On the left and right of the round table are ceramic cups with tea poured out, each of which is written with the identity of the person who will be seated. The paper was buckled and stood in front of the water glass.

In front of the stage on the left is a woodcut podium. The pattern on the front of the podium is three dark green alder trees.

This tree is the most common tree species in the Black Forest, and it is also the redesigned logo of the college.

Two coughs came out, and with the use of magic, the entire auditorium fell silent in an instant.

The welcome speech was read slowly, and the opening speech representatives of the college came to the stage one after another.

For the few aristocratic students who entered the magic academy through family investment, there are several familiar faces among them.

These are the magic teachers who have taught them.

Among these instructors who are wearing neat teacher robes, the woman with long skirts is particularly eye-catching.

With a pure and harmless smile on her face, she walked to the center of the front row of two rows of seats while saying hello to the other instructors.

Some people in the Black Forest recognized her, and she was Fran, who was hailed as the great godmother of magic among the people.

When the people of the Black Forest State heard that the Magic Academy was open to commoners, they were shocked. When they saw that it was the Godmother of Magic, everything suddenly seemed to make sense.

On Fran's left hand side was the seat that said Dean. Old Buck had already sat down first, and on her right hand side, the note on the edge of the table read [Honorary Dean].This position has been vacant until the last instructor is seated, and no one fills it.

But the magic godmother next to this seat didn't care at all, as if this seat should be vacant.

Only the Duke of Stington, who was in the audience, read the title on the note several times with a serious face, and carefully glanced at the Lord Dark God who was sitting next to him with a lazy face and chin resting on his face.

He didn't expect that Lord Dark God would come in with him and take a seat, and now he didn't know whether he should remind him that he might have taken the wrong seat?

You probably shouldn't be off stage, you should be on stage.

The weak and confused Duke of Stington thought so, but he dared not say it.

Looking at the audience full of people, Fran calmly took a sip from the porcelain cup at hand, and then put it down smoothly.

She did not expect that Old Buck reserved a place for the "Honorary Dean".

From the very beginning, she asked the Dark God to be the honorary dean because she had a little thought.

If one day the Black Forest country encounters troubles in the future, she will still have a chance to ask the God of Darkness to help her under the pretext of being the honorary dean of the Black Forest Academy of Magic.

As far as the process is concerned, it was much easier than she imagined.

She first explained to the Dark God the origin of the black magic teaching at the Magic Academy with emotion and reason, and began to tell about the kindness of him who might have given a believer a magic book inadvertently in the past.

I thought he would be impatient because of her tedious narration, but who knew that he was extra patient that day. He waited until she had finished explaining the whole thing, and then answered her slowly: "Yes."

can.

What a beautiful sentence.

At that time, Fran even had an illusion that when the indifferent god answered her, there was a little tenderness in his tone.

Fran, who was immersed in this memory, didn't pay attention to the content of the present speech at all. Her eyes wandered to the audience in the audience, and after wandering to a certain place, she moved back.

A certain god was sitting in the middle of the audience without any hesitation. Although there was an empty space on the left and right, it seemed a little out of harmony no matter how you looked at it.

His facial features are exquisite and handsome, no matter how well-dressed nobles around him, they are out of place in comparison with him.

He obviously noticed her gaze, his expression remained the same, but the corners of his mouth were raised casually, those beautiful red eyes were deep and burning.

This made Fran's pupils lose their focus for a moment.

Under the stage, the dark god's smile deepened.

He still remembered that she was full of detailed thoughts in her heart, and then she told him solemnly that this magic academy was established according to his dark magic.

Her eyes were soft and moist at that time, and she looked at him carefully with a look of hope, asking him to agree to the title of honorary dean.

Before he could think carefully, he subconsciously agreed.

"...In addition to His Royal Highness Fran's great contribution to the academy, I have to mention the honorary dean of our academy." Old Barker spoke with all his life's words on the stage, "He is a sacred and legendary figure, According to His Royal Highness Fran, hundreds or even thousands of years ago, he was an authoritative figure in orthodox magic and devoted his whole life to the cause of magic."

The Duke of Stington in the audience felt awkward, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

until--

"Although our honorary dean has passed away from this world, his magic and spirit have been passed down by us and will be taught to the students of our college with all our efforts. Therefore, we have vacated the Honorary College for his contribution Long position, may he be with us in another world!"

puff!

The Duke of Stington, who was drinking water, drenched the front row with a sip of water.

A series of kicks to the seat followed, followed by a bounce from the seat.

The people around looked around and found a certain Duke standing in front of his seat with a look of astonishment on his face.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open in surprise, as if he had heard an unbelievable speech.

Old Buck, who was speaking on the stage, had to stop.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Old Buck's voice resounded through the entire hall through magic.

The Duke of Stington turned his head mechanically, his heart was like a mess, and he aimed at Lord Darkness.

Even if in a second, the auditorium was reduced to ashes, he thought it was reasonable.

But what he saw was that the adult was staring in the direction of the stage with a smile in his eyes.

Stington's neck twisted back into place.

People on stage, people off stage, everyone is waiting for his answer.

"Mr. Dean." Duke Stington swallowed, and said against his conscience, "I am very moved by your speech."

Lord Darkness laughed, so what complaints could he have?This speech must have deep meaning, far from being as simple as he imagined.

Only adults have discovered the mystery.

After the Duke of Stington finished his answer, he sat down as calmly as possible.

When Old Buck finished his last sentence, Duke Stington was not the only one who was shocked, and Fran almost broke the cup in his hand.

It's just that Stington's movements were too loud and covered her up. When Stington sat down, Fran had already packed her expression and sat there as if nothing had happened.

You know, she never said a word about "whether the emeritus dean is still alive".

I thought that the adjective "God" would make old Buck understand something, but he actually played it freely and described the Honorary Dean as a great man who passed away.

fine……

Fortunately, she confirmed the expression of the dark god for the first time.

He obviously didn't care about the fine words in the human mouth at all, he didn't listen to a word, and sat in the seat maintaining the posture just now.

So did this god come to this kind of place to think about the birth of God?

"Next, I would like to invite Your Highness Fulan to give us a final speech."

Hearing her name, Fran gracefully got up and walked towards the podium with a natural posture.

Old Buck alone gave a speech for nearly an hour, and she only needed to do some finishing work.

"Master Fran, we love you!"

Suddenly, a few students in the front row folded their hands into trumpets and shouted from the bottom of their hearts.

They are all civilian students, and they have always had the idea of ​​learning magic, but they have not been able to realize it.

Secretly, they also secretly bought magic books to comprehend on their own, but for the Black Forest country, which could not even have enough to eat before, enjoying the educational resources that nobles can only obtain is basically a wishful dream.

Fran is tantamount to realizing their dream.

The childish shouts of the children made Fran smile sweetly.

"I love you too."

As a believer, the Duke of Stington was naturally happy for Fran, but the happiness didn't last long, and he felt the coolness coming from his back.

He turned his head to see Lord Dark God, staring thoughtfully at the few students in the front row who were shouting excitedly just now.

"My lord, I will do my best to do whatever you order." Duke Stington also turned his attention to those students.

Who knew that the God of Darkness asked seriously: "Is the love in your mouths so easy to say?"

"Ah...?" This question stumped Stington, "No, isn't it? The love Her Royal Highness Fran spoke of may not be the love you imagined."

"What kind is that?" the god asked.

When a believer prays, he has indeed heard many similar words: "I love my husband deeply, please bless him too", "Please God, my lord, witness the love between me and her".

This, which one is it?

The Duke of Stington tried to explain: "His Royal Highness Fran's love for them is similar to your love for our believers."

God loves the world, and rulers love their people.

Who knows, his god listened to his words, thoughtfully tapped the handle of the chair twice, and said casually, "Who told you that I love you?"

Duke of Stington: QAQ

***

Fran, who finished her speech, thanked her and left the podium with other instructors.

As soon as the opening ceremony was over, some students eagerly came to ask their instructors questions.

Entrance to the Academy of Magic does not ask about age, it all depends on talent.

There are children around ten years old, and young people in their 30s.

But...Fran looked at the person approaching——

"Duke Lauwin, don't you have any questions to ask?"

When Duke Lauwin heard this, his face froze, but as a Duke, he calmed down quickly: "Your Highness Fran, I have come to apply to you to join your investment policy."

"Eh?" Fran showed a look of surprise, "Duke Lauwin actually thinks highly of my plan?"

Duke Lauwin tried to calm down: "Your program policy is very good, please allow me to join."

"Yes, yes." Fran hesitated, "But you have also seen that I am here to attend the academy ceremony today, and there is no agreement or contract with me, so there is no way to sign with you now."

"But..." Duke Lauwin was about to speak, when Fran's voice changed, "Actually, you can go to the palace and ask the princess or my maid to sign first, and then my maid will hand it over to me."

"I sent people to the palace early this morning, and they asked me to come to you." Duke Lauwin took a deep breath, and he had to calm down for the sake of money.

"It's nothing wrong." Fran's eyes curled up, "You didn't go in person, how did those attendants know that the so-called you are real or not? Naturally, you came to me. If you go in person, you will be killed on the spot." Can sign a contract."

Lauwin: ...So he wasted a wave of time and listened to this long ceremony?

Seeing Duke Lauwin leaving angrily and rushing to the palace, Fran twitched her lips, and then noticed Duke Stington who was talking with Old Buck.

"Although you said that, the entrance examination has already passed." Old Buck asked.

"I only found out in the past few days that the academy teaches dark magic, so I wanted to come and study." Duke Stington said with a sincere expression.

The reason why the Duke of Stington came to the entrance ceremony today was because he accidentally learned from A-Ka that what this academy teaches is the dark magic written by the Dark God himself.

He also has such a book at home, but he doesn't have enough understanding of magic, so far he hasn't learned a single word.

It would be great to have a mentor.

In particular, this mentor is also a believer of the Lord Dark God.

"Dark magic?" Old Buck looked puzzled. "What our academy teaches is the orthodox magic recognized by His Royal Highness Fran, not dark magic."

By the way, this believer is just what Stington thinks.

The diligent old Buck never knew that his ancestors were believers of the Dark God, nor did he know that he was learning dark magic.

Regarding this point, Fran never mentioned it to him.

"But...but..." Duke Stington continued to explain and persuade.

"You really dare to let them teach without my permission."

A tall figure stopped in front of Fran.

Fran showed an innocent expression: "I thought you, my lord, acquiesced to this matter when I proposed to make you the honorary dean. After all, if you are here, if you teach dark magic, it is no different from orthodox magic. , couldn’t be more appropriate.”

As far as Fran knew, the God of Light never minded other races learning light magic.

He will not direct, nor will he interfere.

I am afraid that the God of Light regards all races that only learn the magic of light as admiring his existence.

"Besides, I also showed you the textbook, and you didn't find anything inappropriate, did you?"

Old Buck finally sent the 32nd edition of the textbook, and she showed it to the Dark God while learning black magic.

The other party didn't have much objection, which meant that the textbook was fine.

If the authorities have read it all, and she doesn't take the time to read it, there will be no problem.

Just as the Dark God was about to speak again, a young girl rushed over beside him.

"Are you His Royal Highness Fulan?" The girl has long red hair like fireworks, delicate skin like petals, and blue eyes like blue waves, crystal clear, and under her arm is a scroll of oil painting.

"What's the matter?" Fran knew that she was a student who enrolled today when she saw the badge she was wearing.

"My name is Ariel." The girl smiled and handed the picture scroll to Fran, "Can you leave my mark here?"

Fran:?

The name Ariel always seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

"Leave a mark?"

Before Fran came here, her world did have a "signature" to leave a mark, but she had never seen this world.

The girl explained: "In my country, if you appreciate something or someone, you will let the other party leave some marks on you. It can be a personal item...a temporary item, or a shellfish made by yourself...carried on your body. artwork."

It seems to understand, but it seems not to understand.

Fran spread out the scroll that Ariel had given her, on which some abstract objects of unknown meaning were drawn with oil paint.

She asked someone else to borrow a quill: "Is it okay to write on it?"

"Well! We will string these obtained things together and treasure them as treasures." Ariel nodded expectantly.

Fran didn't know what was going on, so she found a clean place on the oil painting and signed her name.

During this time, the Dark God stayed quietly by her side.

"Are you from a country far away?" Fran asked casually as she returned the oil painting to Ariel.

"Yes!" Ariel rerolled the oil painting and carefully tucked it under her arm. "I came here to learn magic, in order to compete for the throne from my brothers and sisters."

Fran: "... for the throne?"

"Yeah!" Ariel waved her fist twice, almost lost her footing, and said with some embarrassment, "Especially my brother, those sharks he leads... are the best in our country. My shrimp... under the blind man, I can't fight against him at all. So I have to come...to learn magic at a popular magic academy, in order to fight against my brothers!"

Fran silently glanced at the Dark God, and asked silently: Do you know what she is talking about?

Her natural inquiry made the God of Darkness meet her gaze. She was really a little dazed, and her eyes were hazy on her white cheeks.

The response was his extremely low, fleeting chuckle.

"And my sister, who has lived for hundreds... hundreds of months, says she loves me the most, but she is also secretly thinking about how to kill me, so as not to let me compete with her for the throne." Ariel was filled with righteous indignation.

"Then I wish you good luck?" Fran did not sense any trace of light magic from Ariel's body.

Innocent and lively like an ordinary little girl.

It's really not easy to get involved in any royal war at this age.

But the words in her mouth are obviously not easy to taste carefully.

After Ariel finished speaking, she thanked her and left with the scroll in her arms.

Fran looked at the red-haired girl going away, and thought of a painting with a similar style, which she seemed to have seen at the Duke of Else's booth.

"..." She signed her name on Else's painting?

poor name.

"This child is really strange." Fran sighed.

"Child?" The Dark God glanced at her and corrected, "It's not a child, it's a fish."

Fran:? !