After all, the only institution that offers higher education is the Magic Academy.
When you go to the top of the world, you’ll find out that everyone’s a mage.
Even the heroes who are the protagonists of fairy tales among the commoners are simply patrol soldiers.
This is a deliberately created impassable wall.
Knowledge has been monopolized in order for nobles to remain nobles and for lowly to remain lowly.
It will continue to stay like that because it can never be broken.
Just as a lowly man with mere money cannot become a mage, there are clear criteria to be admitted in the academy.
Surprisingly, the nobles and the lowly are treating each other as different races.
Therefore, it is impossible for one generation to rise to the top. His family must continue to be rice for generations to come and continue to accumulate blood of the noble race.
The Schenkers is a family like that.
I’ve thought about this for a long time but, what I’m trying to say is….
Noble = you’re a mage
Mage = doesn’t mean you’re a noble
Therefore, I’m very humble toward the powerful.
This is my survival strategy.
TN: Nobles = race of magic users, Lowly = race other than nobles, may or may not be mages.(both are humans)
「I’ve heard a bit about your charitable deed to the lowlies lately.」
「Hehehe, it’s a great honor for Estoma-sama to be concerned about me.」
「You seem to be doing well despite your lack of talent.」
「Thank you for your praise.」
「I’ve heard nothing but good things from Professor Marino of the construction magic department about you. I look forward to what you’ll do in the future.」
「Of course, sir. Please don’t give up on me in the future.」
「Umu.」
I was freed by Instructor Estoma and walked around the school while applying healing magic to my shoulders due to heavy fatigue.
Estoma is a hero of our country’s sea lane defense.
When aquatic monsters flooded the undersea dungeon, he used magic to cut the sea, walked to the bottom of the sea, and killed the dungeon master.
Although he was from an old noble family, he was an open-minded person who saw my value even though I was from an ordinary merchant family and could not use offensive magic very well.
「Oh, Sawadi.」
「How was your assessment?」
「Ah, Jinni, Ehra, so so. It’s hard when you can’t do much offensive magic.」
As I was heading home, I met my friends, Jinni and Ehra, in the lobby of the school.
Jinni is the third son of a long-established furniture maker’s family and is in a similar situation to me.
Ehra is the grandson of a first-generation noble or in layman’s terms, a commoner with connections to nobles.
We are the only three people in our class who are not nobles.
And since the three of us like plays, we get along well.
「I can use offensive magic but there’s no way for me to become an attack mage.」