Reincarnated with a Military System in Another World

Chapter 194: Faster Learning and New Idea

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The next morning, Vincent stood in the research lab, waiting for the elves to arrive. It had been a few days since they first began their lessons, and today, he planned to see how much they had absorbed. Beside him, Colonel Brandt reviewed a checklist, ensuring everything was in place for the day's activities. Vincent glanced at the array of tools, machines, and diagrams they had set up, knowing this would be an important step in the elves' education.

"They're progressing, but we'll see how much has stuck," Vincent muttered as he folded his

arms.

"Testing them this early is a good idea, sir," Brandt replied. "It will show us where they're struggling and where they've excelled."

As the door to the lab opened, the five elves entered, their expressions calm yet focused. They had exchanged their flowing robes for more practical attire, and the curiosity in their eyes reflected their readiness for the day.

"Good morning," Vincent greeted them, his tone serious but welcoming. "Today, we'll be putting some of what you've learned to the test. Don't worry this is just to see where you're at. We'll use this to guide the next stage of your lessons."

Elandir stepped forward, speaking on behalf of his group as usual. "We are prepared, Commander. We've been discussing what we've learned over the past few days and are eager to apply it."

Vincent gave a small nod, appreciating their diligence. "Excellent. Let's begin, then."

He motioned for them to gather around a workbench, where a partially disassembled internal combustion engine sat. This was the same type of engine they had learned about earlier in the week.

"Your first task," Vincent began, "is to disassemble this engine further and then reassemble it correctly. Focus on the key components we discussed-fuel lines, pistons, and crankshaft. I'll be observing, but you're on your own for this."

The elves exchanged glances, then moved to the engine. Elandir and Faelor took the lead, their hands carefully moving over the machine's components, while the others watched closely. They worked methodically, recalling the lessons they had been taught. As the minutes passed, Vincent noticed their hesitation when it came to the more intricate parts of the engine.

"Remember, it's all about precision," Vincent said from where he stood, watching them carefully. "You can't force anything. These machines are built to be taken apart and put back together in a specific way."

Elandir nodded, his face set in concentration. "Yes, we must be delicate, like weaving a spell. It's about knowing the limits and connections of each part."

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As the test continued, the elves showed improvement. While there were a few missteps along the way, they worked together to solve each problem that arose. After some time, they managed to reassemble the engine, though not without some visible effort.

Vincent stepped forward to inspect their work. "Not bad for your first real test. You've put everything back in the right place, but it took longer than expected. That's okay for now, but in real situations-especially in war-you won't have the luxury of time."

Elandir glanced at the others before replying. "We understand. This process is still foreign to us, but we are beginning to see how each part functions in relation to the whole."

Vincent gave a short nod, satisfied with their progress. "You're getting there. It's a completely different way of thinking, but I see you're adapting. Now, let's move on to power generation."

He led them back to the area where the coal-powered turbines were located. This time, the elves were tasked with walking through the entire process on their own, from loading coal into the furnace to managing the steam that powered the turbines.

"Power generation is critical to our operations," Vincent explained as they stood by the massive turbines. "Without it, nothing runs. You'll need to know how to troubleshoot problems and maintain the system to ensure the plant operates smoothly."

Elarion, one of the quieter scholars, stepped forward to examine the control panel for the turbine. "This process-it's almost like controlling a current of magic. You need balance, or else the entire flow could fail."

"Exactly," Vincent said. "It's about maintaining control, keeping everything within the parameters we discussed. Try it."

Elarion hesitated for a moment, then began to carefully manage the control panel, adjusting the flow of steam to the turbines. With Vincent's guidance, the elves took turns managing different aspects of the power plant. There were moments of uncertainty, but overall, they managed to keep the plant running without issue.

Vincent watched closely, pleased with their progress. "You're improving faster than I expected. There are still some concepts you need to fully grasp, but you're on the right track." Elandir wiped his brow and looked at Vincent. "We have much more to learn, but we are beginning to see the logic behind this technology. It's different from magic, but there is a kind of order to it."

Vincent smiled. "That's the key. Once you understand that order, you'll be able to do more than just operate these machines. You'll be able to build, modify, and improve them. And that's when real progress happens."

As the day went on, the elves continued working through various tasks. By late afternoon, they were clearly tired but proud of the work they had accomplished. Vincent could see that they were making significant strides in understanding human technology.

After dismissing the elves for the day, Vincent found himself thinking about the next steps. Teaching the elves was already proving fruitful, but another group had also piqued his interest: the dwarves. Their collaboration with the humans had already led to advances in metallurgy, and Vincent believed that with their craftsmanship and precision, they could contribute even more.

As he stood by the turbines, Vincent turned to Colonel Brandt. "The elves are progressing well, but I think it's time we start considering expanding this initiative."

Brandt looked curious. "You mean involving the dwarves?"

Vincent nodded. "Exactly. They've mastered metalwork in ways that even our engineers struggle with. If we can combine their skills with our technological expertise-and now the elves' growing knowledge-there's no telling what we could achieve."

Brandt grinned. "A collaboration between humans, elves, and dwarves. That could be something truly powerful."

"That's the idea," Vincent said, his mind already turning over the possibilities. "We're fighting a war against demons. We'll need every advantage we can get. Bringing together the unique strengths of each race might just be the key to turning the tide."

Brandt nodded in agreement. "I'll begin making arrangements to reach out to the dwarves. If they're as eager to advance their craft as the elves are, we could have a powerful alliance on our hands."

The following morning, Princess Elara requested a private meeting with Vincent. As they sat across from one another in the briefing room, Vincent could tell by her expression that something was on her mind. He had just shared his idea about involving the dwarves in their collaboration, and he could see that Elara wasn't entirely comfortable with the suggestion. Elara crossed her arms, her face serious. "Vincent, I've been thinking about your plan to bring the dwarves into this project. While I understand the rationale behind it, there's a problem you may not have considered."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "And what would that be?"

Elara sighed softly, glancing out the window before meeting his gaze again. "The history between the elves and the dwarves... it's not a peaceful one. We've had centuries of conflict, misunderstandings, and deeply rooted mistrust. Trying to collaborate with them now could

stir up old grievances."

Vincent frowned. "I see. How bad are we talking here?"

Elara leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. "Bad enough that any formal alliance would be met with resistance from both sides. Our people have long memories, Vincent. There are stories passed down from generation to generation about betrayals, land disputes, and wars fought over resources. Even though the last major conflict was a few hundred years ago, the scars are still there."

Vincent took a deep breath, processing her words. "I didn't realize the tensions were that deep. Knowing that you reacted so normally when we told you we have been collaborating

with the dwarves."

"That was true, but that was simply a show of diplomacy," Elara continued, her tone growing more serious. "I understand the necessity of survival, and I am willing to set aside our people's past grievances for the greater good. But the same can't be said for many of the elders in the Elven Council. They see any cooperation with the dwarves as a betrayal of our heritage and values. And the dwarves, well, they aren't exactly known for forgiving easily

either."

Vincent rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "This war is unlike anything any of us have faced. The demons don't care about the history between the elves and dwarves. If we don't come together, none of us will survive."

Elara nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing as she weighed his words. "You're right. I agree with

you. But convincing the elders and the dwarves to set aside their differences..."

"You'll handle it, Elara. This needs to work."

"I will try, Vincent."