Chapter 200: ~Chapter 69~ Part 1

"Please be careful! It's really fragile!" Labcoat Guy called out in borderline panic, though for the life of me I couldn't understand why. The Fauns carrying the large industrial machine already treated it like it was made of eggshells, so pestering them like this would only make them more nervous and prone to a mistake. At last, under the watchful ministrations of the owner of the brand new workshop our handy ram-men put together on short notice, the piece of equipment safely reached its destination in the far corner of the room.

"Wow! This place is really starting to look cool!" Angie commented by my side, and I almost agreed with her until she added, "Now all it needs is a few lava-lamps and those funky coils with electricity arcing between them, and it will be perfect!"

"I'm fairly sure that's a workplace hazard," Josh countered her, but it was like throwing water onto a duck's back.

They weren't the only ones present though. In fact, the entire gang came by, but only the childhood friends stayed back to gawk at the progress of our newly formed science division. Whether it would be regular science or mad science was still up in the air, but so long as it produced results and no sentai robots, I was fine with either option.

Things were proceeding surprisingly well, all things considered. My exit from Lord Grandpa's place probably touched a nerve, as he managed to get all the requested items delivered to a pre-arranged location by the next morning. The contract with Labcoat Guy also worked out fine, mainly thanks to Elly's judicious oversight, and even the literal hand cannons were removed from the android the very same day. All of this happened just yesterday, and the only complication I've run into during all this time was a mild headache from trying to Phase all the new equipment over too quickly.

As for the workshop itself, there were still a few unoccupied areas within our repurposed bomb shelter, and after some further negotiations, Fred and Galatea were granted the use of the most spacious one on the base level. Apparently it originally used to be something like a mess hall, but after Brand and Co. moved all the useless furniture into another unused room, it proved to be more than big enough to fit all the required equipment, and then some. Even the large aquarium Galatea was so adamant about found a new home in here, and it gave some much-needed personality to the otherwise fairly drab, utilitarian space.

"So… erm… am I supposed to call you boss now?" Labcoat Guy inquired while awkwardly scratching the back of his head. He looked considerably better now than he used to be just a few days ago, with his previous flannel shirt and jeans replaced by a white shirt and cotton trousers combo under a pristine white coat. Even his stubble was gone, and with his hair properly combed and his panda-eyes somewhat alleviated, he finally started to look like a decent human being.

"You might as well," I answered him with a shrug. "Is there something you need?"

"Not right now, but there is a small thing I'm worried about." The serious answer made me raise a curious brow, and he soon elaborated by telling me, "I asked the… erm… 'staff' about this." He paused here to send an obvious glance at the Fauns grumbling about how, if they had the time, they would have properly painted the walls, before looking back at me. "They told me that you are producing electricity on-site with a generator running on gasoline."

"That's right," I confirmed, and the man's brows immediately furrowed.

"You see, I'm sure it was more than enough to run the lights and a couple of appliances down here, but these are heavy-duty equipment, and I'm not sure it will be enough to power them."

"A fair concern," I granted him.

"I was also told that this place lacks plumbing," the newly arrived Galatea noted as she smoothly joined the conversation. She had her dark purple hair in a tidy bun, and with her newly requisitioned gray business suit and pointy-tied black shoes, she got the classic office-lady look down to a tee. "The lack of running water is particularly inconvenient."

"The secret base does have a reservoir, but it's empty, so yes, you could say we have a plumbing problem," I admitted without any reservations. "That said, I have brought over a small tanker's worth of bottled water, and the toilets still work even if the water tanks have to be periodically refilled."

"That might be, but what if I told you we have a solution for both of those problems?" Fred spoke with a provocative smirk, and after a moment of thinking, I gave him the green light to speak his mind. "Galatea has already mapped the ley-lines of the area, and we have a relatively stable one running right next to us! By leveraging it, we could use it to generate an infinite amount of water and electricity!"

"How so?" I asked just to prompt him to continue, and he did so without further ado and a smile plastered on his face.

"Ki-hi-hi. It is quite complicated, but is in no way beyond my capabilities. So long as you can supply me with the materials, I can upgrade your generator within a week!"

"What master is trying to say is that we will make a transmutation device using the local ley-line as a power source," the fembot explained in much clearer terms. "It will break down any waste materials into pure hydrogen, which can be burned in a generator, and the reaction will generate water as well. It's really simple."

"Silence, Galatea! I'm trying to make a good impression!" Labcoat Guy hissed at his android, apparently blissfully unaware of the fact that I could still clearly hear him. "She left out a number of steps, and it's not that easy at all, but still entirely doable!"

"So if I get this right," Josh mused by my side, his face already maintaining a contemplative frown, "you can use this to make practically infinite electricity. How come the mages didn't exploit this to take over the energy industry?"

He ended up asking the question on my mind, and the fembot simply pointed at Angie by his side.

"The Celestials would suppress the technology because it relies on mystic techniques."

Not expecting to find herself in the center of attention, the Celestial girl quickly averted her eyes and muttered something along the lines of, "Keeping human society separate from magical stuff is kind of our thing, you know?"

Since it was obviously a rhetorical question, we treated it as such and moved on with the discussion.

"What exactly do you need to make that work?"

"Ki-hi-hi! Nothing particularly exotic. I will give you the list of required materials once we settled in."

"Question: until the device is operational and capable of producing water, can I request additional supplies of non-carbonated water?"

"For your fish-tank?" I inquired, and Galatea nodded without any pretenses. "If you behave and do your work properly, I will get you a pallet or two."

"Speaking of which," Angie suddenly spoke up while overtly looking around the room. "What exactly are they going to do here?"

"Yeah, I've been wondering about that too," Josh agreed with her and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I doubt you went through all this trouble just to make them figure out how many licks it takes to get to the creamy center of a lollipop."

"I'm curious too," Angie seconded the question of her childhood friend, and I didn't really have a reason to hide it from them.

"No, of course not. Their primary objective is going to be figuring out how magic works."

"Don't we already know it does?" Josh blurted out with palpable confusion. I couldn't really blame him, as this was a topic I only really discussed with Judy in the past.

"No-no, it's not 'whether' it works, but 'how' it does," I corrected my friend, and considering how stumped he looked, I had no choice but to further elaborate. "What I really want to know is the actual mechanisms of magic, what it can do, what it can't do, and why. To make a comparison: there is a difference between knowing that if you mix two chemicals, you get a specific end result, and actually understanding the specific reaction and how it changes the molecular structures of the chemicals involved."

"It's a little daunting for our first task, to be honest..." Labcoat Guy complained under his breath, so I flashed him an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry. I'm going to hand you the entire research archive of the local School, all the equipment you need will be 'donated' by Lord Grandpa, and you will be in the unique position where you can study the different ways the various supernatural folks in our group use their magic. And hey, even if you don't make any headway, it's not the end of the world. You are just going to get a cut in your spondulix allowance, that's all."

"What? I thought we agreed that there would be no intermediary currencies!" Fred objected with all his might, but instead of giving me a straight answer, I gave him a provocative smirk, followed by the words:

"You really should have read the fine print at the bottom before signing it."

"No way! Galatea, take out our copy!"

"Master, I'm ninety-seven percent certain he is only saying that to push your buttons."

While the former sentai duo argued, I sneakily vacated the premises with Angie and Josh in tow. What can I say? I hope no one expected me to just forget and forgive all the headaches, both figurative and literal, they caused me in the past? They should be thankful I was only playing harmless mind games with them instead of releasing thousands of tiny spiders into their bedrooms when they weren't around. Ah, just the simple mention of that was enough to lift my mood. It earned me my third best Crowey-screams ever, which made all the trouble I had to go through to order a whole box of baby spiders online totally worth it.

My reminiscing over my entirely harmless and good-natured pranks came to an end when we reached the sparring area of the main hall, where the rest of the gang were already waiting for us in their Magiforms. In no particular order: Elly was doing jumping push-ups (probably as a warm-up), the class rep was discussing something about schoolwork with Judy, Snowy was doing stretches with the help of Brang, while Ichiko was for some reason riding on the shoulders of an especially blank-faced Karukk wordlessly accepting his fate.

"Is everything all right with Robatto?" my assistant inquired as she broke away from her conversation, which drew the attention of the rest of the group as well.

"That's not his name, but yeah, he turned really cooperative once we finalized his contract."

"Leo has a real crack for rehabilitating baddies," Angie quipped in while unsubtly poking Brang in the side. The old Faun graciously disregarded her with the stoic expression of a great dane ignoring an overly excited pomeranian trying to play with them. Did that mean they were starting to get along?

"What are we going to do today?" Amelia raised her voice while readjusting her glasses again, and after taking a deep breath to collect my thoughts, I began to outline my plans for the afternoon.

"First, let's make sure we are all on the same page." As I said that, everyone stopped playing around and quickly formed a semi-circle in front of me. Even Josh and the little miko were paying full attention, with the latter going as far as climbing off the tolerant Faun's shoulders and moving over to Judy's side. "I already mentioned this before we came over, but even though Fred is working for me now, I still think it's in our best interest to maintain a regular training regimen. You see, I have good reason to believe there is another conflict on the horizon."

"Is it because the Knights are still on the island?" Josh guessed, and I confirmed his suspicion with a nod.

"Yes, but that's just a part of it. Long story short, another group of Draconians are coming to the island. When that happens, it is practically guaranteed that the Knights would make a move. Before that ensues, I want everyone to be in their top shape."

"New Draconians?" Amelia raised a brow in a gesture borrowed straight from Josh's book. "Do you mean the Feilongs?"

"Oh?" It was my turn to be a little surprised. "Yes. How did you know?"

"They asked for a permit to come to the island, but grandfather turned them down," the class rep told us a touch flatly. "Grandfather was sure they only contacted us to apply political pressure, but they have repeated the request twice after that. Are you saying they really want to come here?"

"They want to visit us," Elly supplied the answer with a nonchalant voice, though her efforts to appear composed were slightly ruined by her face looking like she just bit into an unripe lime.

"I see," Ammy spoke as she nodded, then after some further reflecting she added, "In any case, they asked if they could come to the island in a couple of weeks' time. I doubt the prohibitions are going to be lifted before the end of the month, so I'm afraid they won't be able to visit you any time soon."

"What a tragedy," the princess noted with a pronounced pout that somehow completely flew under the class rep's radar.

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"I'm sorry, but as long as the Assembly delegation is here to investigate the break-in, I doubt grandfather would lift the lockdown."

"Speaking of which," I raised my voice to move things along while at the same time I walked over to my fuming girlfriend to pat her on the head, which finally calmed her down a little. "I doubt anything big would happen until those guys come around, but there are still a couple of things you should keep an eye out for." Since I was finished with my therapeutic noggin-tousling, I retracted my hand and used it to point at Brang before adding, "This also applies to you and your men, general."

"[Aye. My ears belong to thine words, Blackcloak,]" he responded with the utmost seriousness.

"First off, I guess the class rep is already aware of this, but there is a new girl you should keep an eye on." The mere mention of a 'new girl' immediately roused Judy's full attention, but I pretended not to see how intently she was staring at me, and instead I continued my explanation. "She goes by the name of Sahi. She looks to be a middle-schooler, but she is actually in her fifties, and she is the visiting Arch-Mage of the Assembly."

"No, she isn't," Amelia immediately denied with a huff. "She is Arch-Mage Saahira's granddaughter.

"Wait, you didn't know?" She was still looking at me skeptically, but I didn't want to go into the gritty details at the moment, so I shrugged my shoulders and concluded with, "Well, now you do. Anyhow, I just wanted you guys to know that while she might look like a cutesy, hyperactive young girl, there is a granny inside. Got that, Josh?"

"What? Why are you singling me out like that?" my friend objected, which I smoothly ignored and soldiered on towards the next topic.

"Next, while the Knights are laying low at the moment, that doesn't mean they are out of the picture. In particular, my 'sources' tell me that one of them is coming to the island, and I'm about ninety-seven percent certain that she is going to enroll in our school."

"Wait, what?" This time the interruption came from the princess, but I gestured for her to hold her horses for a moment.

"It's another girl, around the same age as us, and she goes by the name 'Penny', though if she has half a brain, she will probably pick an alias. Either way, keep an eye out on any new transfer students, and princess?" My girlfriend gave me a quizzical look, so I underscored, in no uncertain terms, "Even if she shows up at the school, don't beat her up. She might be useful."

"I'm not making any promises," Elly responded in a distinctly sulky voice as pointedly turned her face away, so I extended a single finger and lightly tickled her under her chin to draw her gaze back to me.

"Come on, princess. Please promise me you let me handle her if she shows up."

"Fine, fine!" she finally relented with a glare, though it was undercut by how hard she was trying to stop herself from giggling. This once again proved my theory that ticklish girlfriends are the best, but that was beside the point.

"Thank you. Also, if she approaches any of you, remember that while she might look harmless, she is a member of a paramilitary organization that may or may not qualify to be an international terrorist organization as well, so negotiations should be left to the professionals, or barring that, to me. Got that, Josh?"

"Why me again?" my friend objected, and I naturally let his complaints in one ear and out the other once again.

"Um… So you want us to continue training in case she shows up?" Snowy raised her voice, if a little uncertainly, and after a long moment I gave her a similarly unsure nod in return.

"Kind of. Honestly, even if she wouldn't cause any trouble, which I highly doubt, we can never know when some outside-context bad guy would show up on our doorstep. Case in point, I doubt any of us expected Labcoat Guy's attacks until they started happening."

"That's true," Ammy agreed, even though she still appeared a little dazed after my previous careless revelation. In my defense, I honestly thought she already knew about it. Oh well, no sense crying over spilled milk.

"In other words, I think we should use this momentary downtime as an opportunity to consolidate our teamwork, prepare some contingency plans, and most importantly, to further improve and expand our self-defense capabilities, as doing this now might save our skins later."

"I can't argue with that," Josh spoke up and then proceeded to swing his arms a few times as he added, "So, when are we starting? I call dibs on Leo, by the way." It was at this point that I sent a troubled frown his way, which he must have misinterpreted, as he gave me a toothy grin in return and declared, "I have picked up a couple of new tricks, and I want to see if I can give you a run for your money now!"

"I'm afraid that's impossible," Judy elbowed her way into the conversation while slowly shaking her head.

"Why? I thought he's no longer feverish," Josh pressed on, and he finally stopped his weird warm-up exercise as well.

I sent a glance at Judy, and she gave me a 'Just tell them already, gosh! Why must you make such a big deal out of every little thing? Geez!' kind of look. That, or her nose was itching, but either way, since everyone was present, this was as good an opportunity as any to actually clarify my current situation.

"I'm mostly fine on that front, but I have a separate injury that hasn't recovered yet," I explained to the group in general, though at this point on Josh and Ammy weren't aware of it. "I got a so-called 'internal injury' in my right hand, and so it doesn't really function as it should right now."

"Really?" my friend blurted out while unsubtly eyeing the offending appendage in question. "I never noticed it. How bad is it?"

I tried to come up with a concise way to explain myself, but after a moment of thinking, I decided it would be probably best if I directly demonstrated the issue instead.

"I can more or less use it in everyday life, though it's a little hard to use a pen right now." While I said so, I walked over to Karukk's side and pointed at the long blade hanging from his belt. "Can I borrow that for a second?"

The Faun grunted in the affirmative and then retrieved the blade from its makeshift holster with practiced motions before offering it to me hilt-first, like some kind of knight-retainer. Putting the off-brand imagery aside, I used my right hand to grab hold of the sword and carefully took it from his hands.

It was the same, blunt-ended executioner-style sword that the Minotaur Knight discarded in my general direction. Originally I wanted to leave it locked up somewhere, but Brang convinced me that, considering our lack of access to enchanted weaponry, leaving it in Karukk's hands might be useful in case of an emergency, so for the time being he was tasked with looking after the weapon. Even though it was a one-and-a-half hander with a fairly thick blade, it was deceptively light and well-balanced, so I managed to hold it with little difficulty even with my numb fingers.

I spared a glance at Josh, to make sure he was still paying attention, and then I turned away from the group and raised the blade over my head.

"The real issue is that my fingers—" At this step, I forcefully swung the sword downwards in a simply chopping motion, and even though I was sincerely trying to hold onto the hilt with all my might, the weapon inevitably slipped out of my grasp and spun through the air before crashing into the ground just a couple of meters ahead of me. Once the sound died down, I turned back to Josh and finished the sentence I started with, "—can't really hold onto anything."

"[Boss!]" Karukk called out to me as he dashed after the blade and picked it up in a hurry. "[Please be careful! I just polished it this morning.]"

"It's an enchanted weapon of the Knights. It's not going to get damaged that easily," I objected, but looking at the disapproving way he was looking at me, I couldn't help but sigh and amend, "I got it, I won't do that again."

"You seriously can't hold onto anything? Wouldn't that mean you can't use any weapons?" Josh muttered, and I was delighted to see that my demonstration indeed said more than a thousand words.

"Pretty much. I still have a couple of tricks up my sleeve, but I won't be stabbing anything any time soon."

"That… sucks," my friend concluded.

"Yeah, though to be fair, I wasn’t planning on doing any fighting yet. Also, don't worry; I already looked into getting my hand healed, so hopefully I won't stay permanently crippled like this."

Even though I said that with the most reassuring voice I could manage, there was a long moment of heavy silence hanging in the air all the same.

"I suppose that means we have to pick up the slack," Josh suddenly concluded with an unnecessarily determined expression.

"That's right," Angie agreed with a similarly resolute look in the eyes. "Since Leo is injured, we just have to make sure he wouldn't have to fight until he gets better!"

"I just said I don't plan to," I objected, only to get overruled by Ammy.

"You keep saying that, and yet you somehow always end up working harder than the rest of us whenever something dramatic happens."

"I really don't though; it just looks like it because I usually have to deal with two or three things at the same time."

"Come on, Leo. There's no need to be modest like that," Elly purred with a proud smile, for some reason. "All of us have already seen you in action and know how cool you are."

"I appreciate the praise, but I really—" I began, only to be forced to stop when even Snowy spoke up.

"I… uu… I agree with the others. You have been working really hard, shouldering everything by yourself. Please let us help you out."

You too, sis? Seriously now, what the hell's going on here? Did I really look like some kind of workaholic from the outside? I sincerely doubted it. I mean, sure, somehow I was the only one who consistently got injured and worn down whenever the narrative came knocking on our door, but it had nothing to do with me trying to shoulder everything. Things just happen that way because I'm aware of the tropes and they are not, so I had an extra dimension of this proverbial chess-game to consider whenever something happened. It's definitely not because I'm some kind of self-sacrificing hero type. That would be just gross.

"If we are all in agreement, then let's not waste any time!" Josh declared with a serious, borderline solemn look on his face. "Since we have to make sure Leo could recuperate in peace, we have to train even harder!"

"Agreed!" the resident Celestial echoed his sentiment, and before I knew it, I was completely left behind while they all moved over to the sparring area, even Judy and the little miko, and they began discussing tactics and training regimens.

In the meantime I continued to digest the situation, and once I was done with that, I came to the only logical conclusion: either everyone was laboring under some complex, dumb misunderstanding of my character, or I was suffering from a mild case of impostor syndrome.

… Nah, fat chance. I'm too much of a slacker to have that. It must absolutely be option number one. That said, I definitely didn't mind Josh finally flexing his protagonist-muscles and motivating the others for a change, and if the misunderstanding resulted in them working harder, it would only be beneficial in the long run.

Once I settled that, I let out a relieved sigh and followed after the gang. Who knows? Maybe this situation would serve as the perfect catalyst to finally pawn all of those pesky leadership duties over to Josh, if only so that I can return to my initial underachieving bystander ways and focus on important things again, like experimenting, or theory crafting at my own pace.

I mean, right after I finished settling in Labcoat Guy and getting the materials to upgrade our generator. Oh, and I still had to fix Ammy's staff, but I also promised that I would have dinner with Elly and Judy at the mansion, and then we would watch a movie. I'd have to pick a fun one for the evening and… crap, I forgot that I needed to study for the math test on Friday. Eh, I'll do that during the night, after I've finished retooling the tag system of the Celestial Hub. In fact, I didn't have the time to read the reports during the past two days, so I should probably do that too while I was at it, and then…

…

Yes, I know how that sounded, but things are just unusually hectic right now. I'm not some kind of an overachiever; I just have to do all of these things because they are prior obligations. I seriously don't have impostor syndrome, I swear!

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