At the funeral, my creditors forced me to hand over my family property.
I picked up the "waste rocks" in the territory: Do you call this useless?
I traveled through time and became a bankrupt baron. I burned cement, made steel, and made muskets.
The nobles laughed at my blasphemy against tradition, and the mages despised me for not knowing magic.
Until my torrent of steel crushed the Knights, and my formula broke the forbidden spell.
The deposed genius mage broke into my laboratory:
"Why are your machines without magic more accurate than spells?"
I handed her a thermometer: "Want to find out together?"
From then on, the proud magic genius picked up the measuring cup for me:
She parses my drawings and I validate her spells;
She fought against the entire Magic Association for me, and I overturned the unjust case for her.
When the imperial army pressed on, I piloted the magic mecha to fight.
She held my hand in the cockpit, her robe matching the engineer's uniform:
"They said we were deviant."
I pushed the joystick: "No, we are writing new laws."
