The Magic Academy's Physicist-Chapter 89: The Golden-Eyed And The Youko (3)

Freyr’s mother didn’t pass away from sickness like one would expect.

People generally assumed that an ill person died from the illness that they had, but apparently <Darkest Academia> exploited that assumption to catch the player off guard.

“Cough, cough.”

I watched her mother’s condition to confirm what the transgmigrator had told me. I didn’t know the specifics since I wasn’t a doctor, but she didn’t have trouble moving around, at least.

[Judging from her symptoms, there’s a chance that she was exposed to a small amount of radiation.]

That could be if it was an aftereffect of exposure rather than an illness, seeing as these areas had higher levels of radiation compared to other places.

“Well, this much is fine.”

The situation itself wasn’t bad.

“I’m worried because my mom’s really sick.”

“Does she not take medicine or anything?”

“I did manage to get some good ones from trading with the humans. But they aren’t enough, so I asked the Mystical One.”

The Mystical One.

That was the name used by the Youko tribe who were protected by Jǫrmungandr.

“Apparently she can be cured if she eats the ‘thousand-year-old dogwood fruit’ located deep in the eastern mountains!”

Just then, Freyr said this like she was giving a hint.

If it had been me before I was having meetings with Vermel, I would’ve followed what Freyr said and gone searching for that fruit.

This was a trap.

As soon as I leave to find that ‘thousand-year-old dogwood fruit’, a big typhoon would break out in the southwest parts.

Not just any typhoon, but a super typhoon that could easily uproot hundreds of trees.

And there wouldn’t be just one of them but seven.

The typhoon would grow rapidly from the influence of unstable air masses, quickly traveling northward. By the time we found the fruit and came back, it would be too late.

The size of the typhoons was unimaginable. The river under the drawbridge would overflow and submerge the entire lower regions.

Fortunately, a good number of the Youko realize this and abandon their village. They somehow escape to safe areas and survive.

The problem was the few who failed to do that. With Freyr’s mother’s sickly body, she wouldn’t be able to evacuate when the time came unless she went to the designated location in advance.

“Aether, help me out while you’re here! Why don’t you come with me to find the thing that the Mystical One spoke of?”

Knowing all these things, I shook my head at Freyr’s request.

“We can go look for that any time. Right now, the priority is preparing for the typhoons.”

“Typhoon? Oh, right!”

Freyr clapped her hands together, nodding.

“But we checked over pretty much everything! And this place is far from the river, so we won’t get flooded!”

“That’s safety frigidity.”

“Nah, still! You’re worrying too much!”

“Why don’t you take a look outside, then.”

There was a squall outside the window, a fierce downpour that I’d seen a few times since coming here.

“Huh, it is raining more often than I thought.”

“That means the convection is unstable1. The typhoon coming this time round could be more dangerous than you think.”

“Really? You know things like that, too?”

Not in detail since I wasn’t an atmospheric science major.

I couldn’t confirm the direction of the typhoon or the expected size of flooding. Ninety percent of the knowledge I was spewing right now was dependent on the transmigrator.

“There’s no harm in taking preventative measures, at least.”

“R-right.”

By lowering my voice, I finished convincing the brat. This was also the buff of being a Golden-Eyed.

Jǫrmungandr was the one who protected the Youko, and she had golden pupils; hence, Freyr and the other Youko considered the Golden-Eyed to be her relatives. It was also why Freyr had randomly started talking to me at the admissions.

This body made things convenient in times like these.

“Ma’am, I think it’d be best for you to take shelter elsewhere for a while before the storm hits.”

I said the same to her mother and thankfully, she was easier to convince than Freyr.

The ambient air currents actually worsened after a day. There would be a southeastern wind at one point, then a few minutes later the flags would suddenly blow north.

Animals noticed when a natural disaster was about to occur before humans did. The Youko were a species who were as intelligent as humans but also shrewd like foxes.

“It’s time that we discuss how to deal with this year’s typhoon.”

Of course, preparations took place as well in Fasstrand Village led by the chief.

Twenty foxes were in this worn tent putting their heads together to think.

And there was one Golden-Eyed.

“Wait, what is another race doing here?”

“Because flooding is a problem for everyone who’s staying here.”

I easily deflected the questions of some of the Youko. If it were a human or elf saying the same thing, they would’ve been told to stop saying nonsense and get lost.

There was a brief moment of silence, then the Chief of Fasstrand spoke.

“Hmm, ahem.... Storm preparations will be the same as last time–setting up embankments where the river may potentially flood and the preservation of food, that is.... And if necessary, we will need to abandon the village and get to somewhere safe.”

I’d seen a few natural floodwalls made of mud and rocks while I was crossing over here from the County. He was talking about repairing them before the rain got even heavier.

It wasn’t bad, but it couldn’t stop there.

I raised my hand.

“Chief, with all due respect as an outsider, may I say something?”

“Oho, an advice from the Golden-Eyed, hm? Tell us.”

“Then....”

I cleared my throat and changed my tone to something dignified.

The kind of tone that matched perfectly with the image they had of the Golden-Eyed.

“Jǫrmungandr, the Mystical One who protects these lands, says that the coming storm is beyond imagination.”

“You–how do you know the name of the Mystical One?”

“I have met her once before.”

I followed most of the script that Vermel gave me.

“Ahh, how trustworthy!”

“Then what was the solution provided by the Mystical One?”

As expected, it wasn’t a bad reaction. If Vermel as an elf had come himself, he wouldn’t have garnered this much favor.

“The basic idea isn’t much different–that is, prioritize getting food and evacuate the people of the village to somewhere safe. But there is one problem.”

“What would that be?”

“With the time that we have left, it isn’t possible to fully reinforce the embankment.”

To evacuate, they needed time to prepare.

What if the river flooded and wiped out the village before then?

“The Mystical One read the direction of the clouds and has said that the village will be devastated by this storm. As such, she recommended that we start evacuating but we currently lack the materials or technology to stop the river from flooding for long.”

It was, as they say, a race against time. Would the embankment burst first, or would this tribe get to safety before that happened?

“The estimated time to evacuate fully is thirteen days. As long as the embankment holds until then, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“But that would only be if most of the people are packing. Who is to work on the embankment?”

That was what I was waiting for.

Slowly lifting the corner of my lips, I placed a hand on my chest.

“Freyr and I will do it.”

“Euegh? M-me?”

I didn’t tell Freyr that this was the plan; we’d only met yesterday so when could I have informed her?

“By yourselves?”

“You may be Golden-Eyed, but that seems to be a lie.”

This, too, had been expected, since I was claiming to construct a sturdy dam in a matter of days.

However.

“I learned through spending time with Freyr at Tilette Academy that she has natural talent for transmutation.”

“Transmutation?”

“Yes. If I design a blueprint and give it to her, then Freyr will be able to build the embankment within a short period of time.”

Freyr’s skills had been proven with that one transmutation from before.

The tokamak.

Because this kid was a monster_ _who could make even something like that when given the materials and blueprint.

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, I left the tokamak at Lotte’s place.

Well.... that wasn’t what was important right now.

“I’ve already come up with the specifics of building the embankment.”

I pulled out dozens of papers from the bag I had brought.

It wasn’t the magic paper commonly used for scrolls but plain A4-sized paper marked with normal ink. On these papers, countless formulas were having their own social gathering.

“What is all this?”

While all the other Youko wondered, Freyr was the only one keenly eyeing the papers.

Though she was juvenile in her behaviors, Freyr was a gifted student of the prestigious Tilette Academy; understanding the math formulas I wrote was a piece of cake for her.

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With narrowed eyes, Freyr spoke with disbelief.

“This is the multidimensional flow equation we learned during Water Magic class!”

“Multidimensional.... What?”

“It’s an equation that can predict the flow of water or air! If this is understood, then we can calculate in reverse how strong the embankment has to be based on water pressure!”

To put it plainly, it was this world’s version of the Navier-Stokes equations.

The most fundamental equation for analyzing all weather phenomena and flow of fluids.

But the form was slightly different because I’d corrected the effects from Elemental studies and Water Magic theories. Thanks to that, it was easier to solve than the Navier-Stokes equations.

“Anyways, how did you calculate all of these?”

But I still couldn’t find the analytical solution, since the math of this world wasn’t that much better compared to Earth’s.

And so, I used the most primitive method.

“You mean...!”

“Yeah, it’s what you’re thinking.”

The task commonly referred to as ‘grinding’.

I got it from putting every possible function into it.

1. "Under convective instability thermal mixing through convection in the form of warm air rising leads to the development of clouds and possibly precipitation or convective storms."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atmospheric_instability#Forms