The Lord Just Wants to Have Fun

Liberta was on her way to a village near the lord’s castle.

She had heard that some of the recently settled refugees had fallen ill.

“Don’t cry, little one. I’ll heal you right away.”

As she reassured the child, she placed her hand over his injured knee, and as if by magic, the wound disappeared.

“Wow! It doesn’t hurt anymore!”
“We’re so lucky to have an angel sister!”

The children cheered and surrounded Liberta excitedly.

Since following Philip to Baron Brandel’s territory last winter, she had not only gained popularity among the refugees but also won over the existing residents.

Changing her approach, she had chosen to set an example by spending her own wealth to aid the poor.

Furthermore, whenever she encountered the sick or injured, she personally treated them—
and such minor uses of divine power were overlooked even in the celestial realm.

Because of this, the people had given her the nickname “Angel.”

“I heard that the local priests aren’t too happy about it.”

Philip had heard that the clergymen were quite displeased,
as her popularity was interfering with their “business.”

“Where are you headed?”

“To the ironworks. Today is its completion ceremony.”

Approaching Philip, Liberta pointed at the skateboards the children were riding.

“They seem to get hurt often while playing with those. If it at least had a handle, it would be safer.”

“Oh, that would be a scooter.”

“A scooter?”

“Yeah, it’s a thing. Now that you mention it, maybe I should make one.”

After exchanging a few words with Philip, Liberta excused herself and hurried off to tend to more patients.

As he watched her walk away with her escorting soldiers, Philip turned to Terry.

“Are you making sure she’s properly protected?”

“Yes, my lord. As you can see, she always has guards with her.
No one would dare try to harm her.”

In this territory, Philip was the true king—
and as long as he protected her, no one could lay a hand on her.

“She’s quite valuable to me, after all.”

The high-grade potions she produced were invaluable to the territory.

Rather than using them directly, they were diluted into mid- and high-grade potions,
which were still potent enough to treat most injuries and diseases.

They had become an essential supply for the domain.

“By the way, Mau, you still don’t know which god she serves?”

“”

“Really?”

“”

Mau, clearly flustered, shouted and vanished from sight.

Philip frowned in thought.

“Hmm… She doesn’t associate with any of the local temples, so she probably isn’t from the Water or Earth Orders…”

Yet, her healing abilities suggested she might be aligned with the Water Order.

With her true allegiance still a mystery, Philip’s suspicions deepened.

While Philip pondered Liberta’s identity, the ironworks was bustling with activity.

“More coal! Shovel it in!”
“Hurry! Don’t let the furnace cool down!”

Hans, the newly appointed Chief Blacksmith, watched over the scene with pride.

“Amazing! This is truly a new world!”

Built near the river, the ironworks was massive—almost like a fortress.

It housed a blast furnace many times larger than the forge hearths found in standard blacksmiths’ workshops,
along with an array of metalworking equipment.

Among them were:

Conveyor rollers to transport refined metals
Rolling mills to flatten and shape metal

“Even the dwarven forges don’t have these. Perhaps only Eldir’s divine workshop in the heavens would.”

Everything had been constructed based on designs drawn by Philip himself.

Of course, practical modifications had been made by hands-on experts like Hans,
but the core ideas were something no one had ever conceived before.

“If it weren’t for the lord, I’d still be hammering on an anvil!”

He owed his new world to Philip.

And for that, he praised Lord Eldir, who had granted his Apostle such divine wisdom.

While Hans was marveling at the ironworks, Philip arrived.

“Ah! My lord, you’ve come!”

“You’ve done well, Chief Hans. How’s the ironworks running?”

“Perfectly, my lord! Please, come see for yourself!”

Following Hans’ pointing finger, Philip turned his head toward the blast furnace, where molten metal was being refined.

Vwoooong!

In front of the furnace was a massive bellows, tirelessly pumping air into the smelter through a spinning wind turbine.

Unlike traditional bellows, which relied on manpower or waterpower, this one was powered by enchanted wind magic from Myron Phel.

“How effective is it?”

“It’s incredible, my lord!”

Hans, unable to contain his excitement, explained enthusiastically, spitting a little as he spoke.

“With stronger airflow, we can heat the furnace much faster and maintain high temperatures more efficiently.”

“Which means we can mass-produce higher-quality iron.”

“Exactly! If I had known it would be this effective, I would have considered using magic long ago!”

However, enchantment mages were notoriously arrogant—

Getting one to work in a rural territory was already difficult, and even if they did come, they would prefer crafting high-end magical items rather than dealing with something as grimy as a blast furnace.

Even Phel and his disciples had a similar attitude, but their insatiable thirst for new knowledge had allowed Philip to lure them in.

In exchange for building the magic-powered bellows, Philip had taught Phel about electromagnets—creating magnets using electricity.

Even though they were in the middle of developing electric lamps, Phel had been extremely intrigued.

Perhaps his next research project would involve electromagnetism?

“Molten iron incoming!”
“Everyone, take your positions!”

Glowing red-hot molten iron flowed out of the furnace like lava.

Philip, enthralled by the sight, clenched his fist in excitement.

Thinking back, it was truly remarkable—

A small-time YouTuber from modern Earth,
thrown into a medieval world with nothing,
yet somehow, he had built an entire ironworks facility!

“Hah! Even those engineering-obsessed Western nerds wouldn’t be able to pull this off!”

Philip had always admired them—

But now, he had accomplished something even they wouldn’t have dared to attempt.

As he was basking in his achievement, semi-transparent scrolls appeared before his eyes.

[The Ironworks is now operational. You have completed the “Build the Second Temple” mission.]
[With increased iron production, Lord Eldir is delighted. He commends His Apostle’s dedication and grants 11,000 points.]

“Wait, 11,000 points?”

The original reward had been 10,000 points—why the extra 1,000?

Philip tilted his head in confusion, and Mau suddenly appeared, puffing out his chest smugly.

“”

“What? So Eldir is in a really good mood, huh?”

“”

Mau launched into a lecture, but Philip, still high off his unexpected bonus,
let his words slide in one ear and out the other, humming happily to himself.

Seeing Philip’s good mood, Hans spoke up.

“You seem to be in excellent spirits, my lord.”

“Of course. I imagine you are as well, aren’t you?”

“Naturally! I wonder how Lord Eldir views our efforts…”

“He is quite pleased. He commends your dedication.”

“Ah…! It is an honor beyond words!”

For a while, the two excitedly exchanged words,
until Philip, regaining his composure, spoke again.

“Now that we’ve developed a new furnace, try constructing a version for refining other metals.”

“You mean like tin or copper?”

“No, not those. I’m talking about metals with even higher melting points.”

Metals like chromium and tungsten.

With these, he could create lighter, stronger alloys.

The only issue was acquiring the ore—
but if he commissioned the Callisto Trading Company,
they would surely be able to source it.

Ssshhhhh!
Clang! Clang!

Philip remained at the ironworks for some time, observing:

The cooling of the molten iron,
The forging of steel plates and other metal products.

Finally, satisfied, he left the ironworks—
heading toward the magic research lab.

Inside the dimly lit research lab, tension filled the air.

Everyone held their breath as Cain cautiously activated the Lightning Magic Circle.

Crackle!

A tiny orange spark flickered to life within the delicate filament encased in glass,
causing Dr. Phel and his disciples to flinch.

Then, they prayed desperately.

“Please work! Please work! Please work!”
“Oh, Seiran, god of magic and knowledge, grant us your blessing!”

Perhaps their prayers reached Seiran—

The glass did not shatter.
The precious platinum filament did not burn out.

“It worked!”
“Master, we did it!”

“Shhh! Calm down. It’s too soon to celebrate.”

Just as the two disciples were about to cheer, Phel hushed them,
afraid that speaking too soon might jinx their success.

One minute passed.

Even after ten minutes, the light bulb remained stable.

An hour later, the lab was still brightly illuminated.

At last, Phel and his disciples erupted in joyous shouts, embracing one another.

“We finally did it!”
“Hahahaha! We actually pulled it off!”
“I… I’m crying! It was so hard!”

The five years of struggle flashed through their minds,
and the three of them wept with relief and joy.

At that moment, the lab door burst open, and their youngest disciple, Lily, barged in.

“Master, outside—oh! You really succeeded?”

“Yes! It’s finally finished!”

“For real? Wow! The nightmare is over!”

Seeing the brilliantly glowing light, Lily danced around in excitement.

Then, suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly reported—

“Oh! Master! The lord is here!”

“Huh? Baron Brandel?”

Eyes lighting up, Phel dashed out of the lab without hesitation.

He had endured years of failures out of sheer stubbornness—
and now that he had finally succeeded, he couldn’t wait to show his benefactor.

“My lord! We finally did it! We created an electric lamp!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Come! Let me show you!”

Phel dragged Philip into the lab, where the familiar glow of electric light greeted him.

Mounted on the Lightning Magic Circle,
the glass-encased filament emitted a brilliant light—

far surpassing the dim flicker of candles or oil lamps.

Seeing the bright and ethereal glow, Philip’s face lit up with a smile.

“Congratulations, Doctor.”

“No, my lord! This would have been impossible without your help!”

For years, Phel had failed over and over—
until Philip had given him a crucial hint:

Use platinum filaments inside the glass.
Make sure the inside of the glass is a vacuum.

Even with that knowledge, success hadn’t come instantly.

They had to adjust the filament thickness,
fine-tune the magic circle’s voltage,
and overcome countless trial-and-error experiments.

But after enduring an entire winter of relentless research,
they had finally succeeded.

“I wish I could show this to all those senior mages who ridiculed me for my ‘pointless experiments’!”

Tears welled up in Phel’s eyes,
and Philip patted his shoulder reassuringly.

At the same time, Philip’s grin stretched so wide that it nearly split his face.

“At last! I can finally sell electric lamps!”

A light source brighter than candles or lamps,
with no risk of fire—

It would sell like crazy.

And if combined with crystal glass chandeliers?

Everyone would be captivated by the beautiful, enchanting glow!

Apparently, even the gods were impressed.

Before Philip’s eyes, semi-transparent scrolls popped up one after another.

[Lamuze, god of the arts, declares this invention a true work of art and grants 1,000 points.]
[Freya, goddess of beauty, asks, ‘How much does it cost?’ and attempts to recruit Philip.]
[Seiran, god of knowledge, offers Philip a position as his apostle, promising great benefits.]
[Eldir warns other gods to stop trying to poach his apostle.]
[Eldir further threatens that if they keep annoying him, he will stop making weapons and tools for the gods.]

“Judging by their reactions, I must have really hit the jackpot this time.”

Then, Philip’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

“Seiran is offering me benefits? Hmm… should I consider switching sides?”