The Magic Science Laboratory was as lively as ever today.
Apprentices personally selected by Prince Colin gathered here right after class, filling the air with youthful enthusiasm and energy.
Of course.
There was no shortage of whispered complaints here.
After all, geniuses are few and far between; most people are merely doing what is within the capacity of mortal wisdom.
"By Saint Sis, this is too hard!" Jamie, the carpenter's son, sighed as he looked at a paper covered with arcs and straight lines, "'Constructing a regular heptadecagon'... It looks so simple, why can't I do it?"
He wasn't the only one troubled by difficult problems.
Beside him, Lam, the clockmaker's daughter, also looked troubled, resting her chin in her hand and mumbling to herself.
"... How can a walker cross seven bridges without repeating or missing any, finally returning to the starting point?"
Jamie, who was measuring on paper with a ruler, was stunned for a moment and instinctively asked.
