Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor

Chapter 115: Red Moon [1]

Chapter 115: Red Moon [1]

Validating such an absurd theory that was supported by unverified statements, unpublished research, and sources from unfamiliar names, seemed blatantly unreasonable.

However, when all those uncertainties were compiled into a single document, it became clear just how much time and effort had gone into the research.

Finding information that was practically nonexistent, buried beyond even the deepest archives, was no easy task.

Which meant it wasn't something to be dismissed lightly, especially when it came from Vanitas Astrea, someone who took work very seriously.

"So, what will you do with this information now, Elder Tristan?" Vanitas asked.

He had finished drafting the research.

No, calling it a draft would be an understatement. 

There were no revisions, nor were there any second versions. Every word had been carefully written, and every mistake had been ensured.

The first output was already the final output itself.

"If this is true," Elder Tristan began. "Then I have to ask—if you've been working on this all this time, why present it now, when time is running out?"

"Because I've only finished it now."

That was, more or less, the truth.

Of course, the document itself was dated a month prior—a small lie. But no one needed to know that.

Truth be told, Elder Tristan was hesitant as well. But Vanitas Astrea was a young scholar he had been watching closely. In fact, he was the only scholar he was actively investing in.

And now, that investment was about to be tested.

Challenging established knowledge was never easy. Academia didn't move forward just because someone introduced a new truth. 

It resisted, forcing those who sought change to prove themselves over and over again.

That was the nature of scholarship.

Only those who could withstand scrutiny, doubt, and opposition would be acknowledged.

Vanitas's previous thesis had earned him recognition. But this second one?

It would decide whether he was just a promising scholar with a single great idea, or something else entirely.

"Do not worry, Elder Tristan. I will take full responsibility."

"You're asking me to validate this and put my name behind it. Do you understand what that means?" Tristan exhaled, rubbing his temples. "If I support this absurdity, I'll face backlash all the same."

"I do." Vanitas said. "And I wouldn't be asking if I weren't certain."