Seated at the desk in the Head Professor’s office on the 77th floor of the Mage Tower, I conducted endless rounds of cross-validation and meticulous sample analysis, explored the university’s extensive archives, and recalculated and refined my findings.0

However, I gave no thought to the possibility that my prediction could be mistaken, as my sole intent was to calculate the difference values across regions.0

— Yes, I’ve checked. The mana concentration in the Roharlak soil matches what you expected.0

Yeriel’s message came to me through the crystal orb. The collision value in Roharlak was lower than that in the Northern Region, though it doubled over the past nineteen years. Even so, with the combined strength of Hadecaine and Yukline, holding our ground was not a great challenge.0

"Leave no stone unturned in securing our defenses," I commanded.0

— Yes, of course, but—0

“This conversation is over.”0

— Wait, what the, just a sec—0

Before she could finish, I had already moved on to the next.0

— Professor Deculein, this is Bethan. I’ll forward the soil concentration readings to you on message paper shortly.0

“Proceed with that,” I replied.0

— Yes, Professor. No matter what others may say, I have complete faith in your judgment. Please remember that.3

Among the Empire's nobility, some, like Bethan, lent their support, while others held back. The Northern Territories, in particular, showed clear reluctance—a natural response, given the overwhelming costs involved.0

“Professor…” Allen murmured from the corner of my office. Dark circles weighed down his eyes, making him look like a panda as he sorted through a stack of papers. “... These are interview requests, conference invitations, and lecture inquiries—all in response to your prediction about the monster wave—”1

A move this audacious is sure to stir a tempest of resistance. Were it not for the main quest being set in motion, I might have found myself adrift in a sea of doubt, questioning the outcome at every turn.0

"It appears that it will...0