I Pioneered Scientific Magic C.297: Swords Can Be Forged into Plows, and Plows into Swords!

Bursts of sparkling fireworks shattered the tranquility of the royal capital. Many citizens, having just experienced the ravages of war, almost thought another conflict had erupted. They were thoroughly frightened, even when witnessing the beautiful display outside, worried it might be some sort of eerie sorcery.

Fortunately, no one charged in after a prolonged wait, allowing these war-torn civilians to start watching the unique fireworks show.

"How beautiful!" Jonny gazed at the brilliant night sky. The colorful fireworks continued to bloom, their brilliance even outshining the stars.

"Are these made with gunpowder?" Jonny turned to Lynn. In her mind, this unique black powder was a rather terrifying alchemical substance.

Whether it was the elite guards annihilated in the port town or the firearms and cannons capable of piercing armor and stone, they all demonstrated its power vividly.

But this time, Jonny saw another side of gunpowder. These fireworks were like small-scale cannons, but what flew out of them wasn't the fire to kill but beams of light brighter than the stars.

"Swords can be forged into plows, and plows into swords. It all depends on how knowledgeable people choose to use them!" Lynn chuckled, speaking up. "Just like lightning magic, you can use it to kill or to illuminate the darkness..."

"Perhaps on a day without war, more wizards will be willing to learn these constructive forms of magic, using the power of magic to improve everyone's lives," Lynn reflected.

In the future, there might even be specialized wizardry in architectural studies, mastering cement ratios and steel structures, or engineering wizards skilled in various tool manufacturing and repairs.

"Surely that day will come!" Jonny affirmed. Everything Lynn had spoken of so far had come to pass; she believed this wouldn't be too far off.

"Dean Lynn, won't you join us for a few drinks?" Elok and the others around the bonfire waved, inviting them.

Meanwhile, Lydia casually mingled in the crowd, clinking glasses with the soldiers, gulping down a large cup of ancient Rosian wine, earning enthusiastic applause from everyone.

"I can't drink with this body..." Lynn wanted to decline, but upon second thought, figured it might be better not to spoil everyone's fun and joined in with a smile.

They had often been puzzled by the Dean's peculiar topics, and now they naturally wanted to 'get back' at him.

Lynn understood Elok and the others' intentions and accepted each drink gracefully, yet all the alcohol had been discreetly transmuted into basic elements. Being a magical projection, he couldn't drink even if he wanted to.

Until someone remembered the Dean was probably still in Iyeta, but it was too late; Elok and the others, already intoxicated, had collapsed.

The next day, as the first rays of dawn illuminated the royal capital, Raydell woke up, rubbing his swollen head from the hangover caused by excessive drinking. The square was strewn with people, miners red-faced, sprawled untidily, snoring on the dirty, wine-stained ground.

Raydell approached, waking up Ham and the others, instructing them to help clean up the disheveled square.

Lynn, however, had already gone early to the palace to discuss upcoming affairs.

Though the battle had ended, many matters needed attention within the kingdom. Each territory had priests and bishops overseeing them, and if they incited the people to rebel, it would be troublesome, sparking a revolt across the entire kingdom.

This meant they had to swiftly resolve these internal troubles before the news spread entirely, preparing for the upcoming wars against the Empire and the Church.

"But the kingdom is so vast; there are probably no fewer than two hundred territories with church establishments. Removing them in a short time won't be easy," Count Gade, now the kingdom's chief minister, frowned.

"We can use the advantage of airships' speed, collaborating with local lords to implement a decapitation strategy. A few wizards along with a hundred-strong firearm team are enough to eliminate a church in each area!" Lynn pondered. "With sufficient speed, we can secure the core areas of the kingdom in a few days. The rest will have to be dealt with gradually."

"Perhaps we could consider spreading some false information to lure those bishops to the royal capital," Anthony suggested.

Hatar nodded, finding this a good idea.

Two days ago, despite the intense battle within the royal capital, due to their control over information, the war's final result was limited to the capital's scope.

It was unlikely that the churches in various territories would fathom the fall of the royal capital overnight, and the dominant Sulc might meet such an easy demise. They could create a time gap and lure those bishops who hadn't received the news to the capital...

Amidst the discussion, they quickly formulated a plan to completely eradicate the Church's influence from the kingdom. It involved a combination of decapitation strikes and luring strategies, depending on the distance of the territory from the capital and the strength of the local churches.

"Shouldn't we keep the former king's death concealed for now?" a noble suddenly proposed.

The entire hall fell silent. While this suggestion might offend the current King Hatar, it was indeed a method worth considering.

If they pretended that King Bazeel was still alive, the kingdom might still comply with the Empire's orders, possibly delaying or even preventing this war.

The Empire and the Church stood like towering mountains, suffocating anyone underneath.

Hatar's expression turned unpleasant; he was the least in favor of this proposal as it meant he, as the current king, wouldn't be recognized by the kingdom's subjects for a considerable period.

"That might be difficult. It's improbable to conceal the death of a cardinal for too long," Lynn shook his head, directly dismissing the proposal.

If they could capture someone alive like Kashimo and detain them, senses sealed, it might prevent their soul from returning to the divine realm.

Not to mention, previously, Anluke had projected the will of one such individual. By now, the Church's higher-ups likely had divinations and were aware of the kingdom's fall.

The Church wouldn't allow a kingdom to slip from its control... freёweɓnovel.com

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