Chapter 9: The Magic Car
“What are you trying to make, Young Master?”
In response to Gant’s inquiry, I answered honestly.
“I’m thinking of making a Magic Car. It’s a vehicle that moves using magical stones as energy.”
“That’s a car that moves without horses, not a carriage, right? I’ve heard rumors that something like that was made in the royal capital recently.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m aiming for. I’ve been trying different things, but they haven’t been working out.”
Gant looked at my failed attempts at alchemy and said, “How much have you made using alchemy, Young Master?”
“This is my first time.”
Gant crossed his arms and made a troubled face. “You can’t create something large right off the bat, Young Master. You need to start with small things and gradually work your way up. Also, it’s better to draw a blueprint when making complex items.”
“I see, that’s helpful. I’ll try drawing a blueprint.”
Since I hurt my back and butt from the jolting of the carriage when I went to the orphanage, I decided to make a car using alchemy.
In my previous life, I was an otaku and had once built a radio-controlled car model during my student days. So, I recalled that assembly blueprint and set to work on drawing my own.
Every day, I made tires, steering wheels, and seats, crafting each part based on the blueprint, and things started to go well.
After ten days of trial and error, the Magic Car was finally completed.
It was a black-bodied sports car-type convertible.
Seeing it, Gant was astonished.
“I knew young master had great magical power, but to create a Magic Car in just ten days is truly the work of an alchemical genius!”
“Gant, you’re exaggerating.”
Feeling pleased from the praise, I declared, “I’m off for a test drive!”
As I channeled my magic into the magical stone of the car, the engine roared to life and started moving.
“Well then, let’s take a lap around town.”
The car took off at a comfortable speed, and the ride was several times better than that of a carriage.
To improve it further, I’d only be able to pave the roads.
Delighted by the comfortable driving, I couldn’t help but hum a tune.
“Magic go-go-go, Magic go-go-go, Magic go-go-go!
Black-bodied Magic go, my spirit of resilience inherited from my parents, I’m off towards the victory goal♪”
While I drove, singing a parody of a nostalgic anime song, I suddenly heard a voice behind me, singing along.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw Mike and another Beastperson child from the orphanage inexplicably in the back seat, singing.
I instinctively slammed on the brakes.
<1070 days until scheduled death>
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