"Just as I thought!"
After testing his theory, Alhaitham confirmed it—his hypothesis had been spot on. The science from his previous life and the magic of this world could indeed be fused together. The result? A more efficient, more powerful, and more direct method of creating tools and weapons.
This was magic technology.
"As expected, convenience rules in the world of magic~"
Alhaitham tossed a small, glowing blue Elf Stone into the air and caught it. It looked ordinary, but once imbued with magical energy, it could release powerful gusts of wind. It was more than just a magical item—it was the core component of a flying device that Princess Agnes had long dreamed of building.
Though Alhaitham didn't possess detailed schematics of a 21st-century aircraft, he didn't need them. Not only would public designs be rudimentary by today's standards, but the underlying technological concepts were already far beyond anything this world could produce.
And this Elf Stone? It wasn't just a substitute for an aircraft engine—it surpassed it.
Compact enough to fit in the palm of a hand, it generated tornado-like propulsion as long as it was supplied with magical energy. Scaled-up versions of the stone could concentrate propulsion in a single direction. That alone could rival, or even surpass, fifth-generation aircraft. Forget seventh-gen—this was revolutionary.
With his scientific knowledge, Alhaitham had no trouble designing a binding mechanism to regulate it. Everything had clicked together perfectly.
Magic as the core.
Science as the carrier.
When both were harmonized, the resulting technology could transcend the limitations of either discipline alone.
Ironically, there was no pure form of magical flight in this world. So from that perspective, Agnes—who couldn't use magic herself—was now pioneering something that surpassed it.
Of course, much of the credit belonged to Alhaitham.
"This is it! Why didn't I think of this before?" Agnes shouted with sparkling eyes. "Ah, Al, you're incredible! A genius! We're definitely going to fly this time!"
"Haha, don't get too excited just yet, Sister," Alhaitham replied, grinning. "What we've built is just the propulsion base. You still need to attach a proper flight mechanism. What do you plan to use?"
"A broomstick! I want to fly on a broomstick!"
She declared it without hesitation and dashed off to the castle's storage room. Moments later, she returned dragging a broom, already fastening the propulsion device and Elf Stone to it.
"Wow, now it really looks like a magical girl transformation scene," Alhaitham laughed. "Flying on a broom... classic. Very Mahou Shoujo vibes."
Not that he had any intention of riding a broom himself. Just because he'd watched Harry Potter didn't mean he wanted to emulate it. Still, once Agnes finalized the design, he'd consider equipping the Dark Night Courtyard with a few units.
As for his own aspirations?
"One must dream big. If I'm going to fly, I'll do it in style—on a dragon! Now that's what I call badass."
Dragons existed in this world, or at least the legends said so. Alhaitham hadn't seen one in person, but just the idea of it ignited a fire in his heart. Dragons—mighty, mysterious, ancient creatures. Even after being reborn in another world, some passions stayed the same.
"Al... thank you."
Agnes suddenly leapt forward, snuggling into Alhaitham's arms like a spoiled puppy.
Originally, she'd expected it would take years to realize her dream of building a flying device. What Alhaitham had casually handed over—the propulsion binding mechanism—was the product of years of scientific development in his previous life.
Even back then, creating such a compact mechanism had been a monumental achievement, one earned with the hard work—and maybe even the hair—of an anonymous genius.
"Sister, there's no need to be so formal between us," he said softly. "And didn't I already tell you? I think your dream is beautiful."
A fusion of science and magic—or simply magitech.
Born from Agnes's vision, this new field held the potential to change the world. It aligned perfectly with Alhaitham's ideals. There was no reason he wouldn't support it.
"Even so," Agnes said with a blush, "I still want to thank you. Without your help, I could never have made this happen. You brought my dream to life."
"Haha, I enjoyed the process, too. But if you really want to thank me," Alhaitham grinned mischievously, "how about finishing that little side project I asked for?"
"Uh—what project? What're you talking about? Oh! Illya just called me home for dinner! We'll talk tomorrow! Bye, Al~"
With that, she bolted for the window, jumped onto the broom, and zoomed away in a burst of wind.
"Ababababababa!!!"
She transformed into a blur, a princess flying like the wind itself.
"As expected of Sister Agnes," Alhaitham chuckled. "The one who escaped etiquette class and outran even the knights. Her evasive skills are unmatched… Hmm, still needs some tweaking though. Better note that—the broom's output needs fine-tuning."
And so, the first princess of the kingdom soared through the skies on a broomstick for the first time.
When she landed, however... well, let's just say it was a rough landing. She belly-flopped right into the dirt, her face embracing Mother Earth with unmatched intimacy. (See picture.)
The incident quickly became the talk of the royal capital.
According to a knight stationed nearby, once His Majesty the King heard the news, he let out an enraged roar echoing the name of his eldest daughter. This was promptly followed by a stress-induced stomachache.
His Majesty the King: "You idiotic girl! Lock yourself in your room and reflect on your actions! No, better yet—straight to jail!"
Agnes: "No! I'm rebelling! Abuse of power! Illegal punishment! Resign, Your Majesty, the kingdom's in crisis! What law says I can't fly on a broom, huh?!"
His Majesty: "You unfilial child! This time, I swear I won't let you off! Just wait until I—aaaargh, go back to your room and get ready for a proper lecture!!!"
Punch!
Agnes: "Guha!"
In the end, she was apprehended and granted the exclusive privilege of staying in a luxury solitary confinement suite for three days. Thus, she became the first royal family member in history to be imprisoned—for flying on a broomstick.
But judging from her attitude… she seemed to enjoy it.
Agnes: "Prison isn't so bad. No etiquette class, no marriage proposals, good food, a soft bed… can I extend my stay? Three more days, no—make it a week!"
His Majesty: "..."
He was this close to dragging her out personally and flogging her, according to Prime Minister Grantz. Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—this world didn't have any "seven wolves" whips.
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