Chapter 20: 3

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Sapphiras Perfectio, 2nd son of the Earl of Aldridge

 

In the middle of magic class, I carelessly ignored the teacher and flipped through the textbook, and I found my former name. I am very curious to know what it says.

 

Fortis Sinistra, aged 25.

Magician without incantations.

Born in Saltus, Kingdom of Solmontana, third son of a merchant family.

Died in an accident after defeating Insania Metus, the Black Flame Dragon of Calamity, together with his comrades.

 

……Thank goodness, it isn’t written that I jumped into a carriage and died. I can’t believe that a great magician who would be mentioned in history books would die in such a stupid way……no, I guess this description is because they couldn’t write it.

But in a way, I think it’s a very typical end for me. I’m sure those guys were too surprised to be saddened in the slightest.

But still, it’s been 150 years since then. For me, it feels like it was only a few days ago, but as you’d expect, they’re probably all gone now. It was really tough back then, but every day was a bottomless pit of fun.

Evan, the dynamic swordsman, Byron, the brave beastman, and Urla, the great saint who uses rare holy magic.

No matter how dangerous the request, the four of us could handle it easily. We laughed, cried, and even fought sometimes. Even that was the essence that deepened our bond.

I wonder what life was like for everyone after I was gone. I never heard from them that they were dating someone or that they liked someone, but I wonder if their descendants are somewhere in this world.

Before I knew it, the lecture on the history of magic had ended with a flashback. Somehow I feel sad.

I’m fine on my own, but that doesn’t mean I have to be alone. More than half of Fortis’ life was spent with his friends. So I don’t intend to stay in this solitary situation forever. Sapphiras is too naive now, my knowledge from 150 years ago won’t necessarily be helpful to him. I can understand why 14-year-old Sapphiras, who has nothing ahead of him, is uneasy about getting out of this situation. But life is what it is. If there is no point in staying at the academy, then just leave. You don’t have to be obligated to that family.

To get a change of mood, I looked out of the window and saw my brother, who is two years older than me, walking down the corridor. He is the same age as Gilliam and seems to be an outstanding student in the third grade. When I entered the academy, my father strongly told me not to bother my brother. Even though he’s my brother, he’s like a stranger to me, so I probably won’t have anything to do with him in the future.

After learning about the history of magic, we had a practical magic lesson. We moved to the training ground in groups, and the first thing we did was, as usual, to determine magical power with crystals. I think this is a really nonsensical method of measurement. In fact, it’s nothing but a piece of crap, since I, who has an insane amount of magical power, is judged as having no magical power.

I could use magic to make it glow so bright that it would blind me, but I wanted to be sure how this crystal glows. Is my hypothesis correct or is there something else?

Everyone in the class was making the crystals glow one after another. When it was finally my turn to touch the crystal, it didn’t even twinkle. However, there is a sensation of magic flowing through the crystal.

I see. The crystal doesn’t glow with my magic power. I guess my magical power has a different nature from everyone else’s.

As I pondered for a while, my maternal relative, Casey Morgan of Viscount Stuart’s family, started laughing as if he had taken the head of an ogre.

“Ha! No magical power, you’re indeed Perfectio’s shame!”

The students around me looked at me as if they were seeing something pitiful.

“Perfectio, don’t worry about it. Even without magic, there is much to learn in this academy.”

The teacher is sympathetic, probably knowing about Perfectio’s shame.

“……Teacher, I think it’s too early to judge that there is no magical power just because the crystal doesn’t glow.”

I smiled. In the first place, it is strange that the principle of how the crystal glows is not understood, but such an ambiguous thing is used as a basis for judgement.

I produce a flame in my palm without chanting. It is a high-temperature blue transparent flame.

The surroundings rustle.

There are different levels of flame magic, and the temperature changes according to the strength of the magic. From low temperature red to medium temperature orange and high temperature blue. The more transparent the flame, the higher its temperature, melting even steel.

“Did he chant?”

“No way, a blue flame…”

You’ve probably never seen a magician who uses magic without incantations. Look carefully. If you are far away, come closer and see.

I shoot a blue flame at a target at the edge of the training ground.

The flames flew at high speed, hit the centre of the target without missing it by a hair’s breadth, and burnt the whole base to the ground.

“Th-that’s cheating! How can you use magic when you have no magical power? And not to mention, no chanting! Perfectio’s shame, this time you’re going to besmirch the family name with lies!

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Why do you of the Morgan family care about the Perfectio family? It’s none of your business.

In the first place, how can someone without magical power create all these tricks? First there should be a “buzzinga1”, before you call me a cheat. In the first place, if you can do that much with preparation, I’d rather you teach me. I’ll make a business out of it.

“…… Everyone, please be quiet. Classes will continue. Mr. Perfectio, please go to the principal’s office later.”

The teacher’s words drew a few glances from my classmates towards me, none of which were favourable.

It’s kind of boring, I thought that after 150 years, magic would be a bit more interesting. I sighed in an obvious manner, completely disappointed.

After school, I made my way to the principal’s office, receiving contemptuous glances from my classmates. Casey in particular had a nasty smile on his face, but you should look at your face in the mirror. You definitely won’t be popular with the girls.

“……I’m Sapphiras Perfectio.”

I knocked on the heavy-looking door of the principal’s office and a voice asked me to come in.

“Excuse me.”

Once you step inside the room, you’ll find that the air inside is quite oppressive.

The principal sits at her desk, and on either side stood several teachers with dour looks on their faces.

The principal is an elderly woman who looks a little stern. I only saw her from a distance during the entrance ceremony, and she is intimidating. Her glasses give the impression of a stern tutor with strict manners.

This oppressive atmosphere, if it was an average student, they would be too frightened to have a decent conversation.

Is it really that difficult for someone who can’t make crystals glow to be able to use magic?

“Well, I have been contacted by your homeroom teacher who says that you have done something to make it look as if you can use magic, is this true?”

“Yes. I believe that my magic is different in nature from everyone else’s magic. When I touch the crystal, I certainly feel something flowing through it. There is no doubt that it is my magical power, but my magical power may not have the power to make the crystal glow. However, I suspect that the difference is in whether or not the magic requires incantations to activate.”

The teachers were all buzzing, as if to say, ‘What are you talking about?

White Magic is a magic specialising in recovery. When a person who can use this magic channels magical power into a crystal, the crystal turns white and glows dimly. The person who has this magic is called a white magician because of the way it glows white, but if this magic is stronger, the white glowing crystal glows even more golden. Those who can do this are called holy magicians, and are already in the realm of saints.

I have only seen a crystal once in my previous life that glowed cloudy white and shiny as if it had been sprinkled with golden powder. It was when Urla, a saint in my party, touched the crystal. I still remember the roars of the people in the temple.

“Do you think your magical power is different from others?’

“Yes. Like white magic, there is magic that is different from normal magic, so I think it wouldn’t be strange to have a third type of magic.”

Here, I floated a blue flame in the palm of my right hand without chanting.

The teachers all looked startled.

“Please investigate to your heart’s content whether this is a trick or a deception or something of the sort.”

In addition, I placed a water ball in my left hand. I have no intention of destroying the principal’s office. Here, I’m going to use first-year magic. I change the water ball and the flame into one complicated shape after another. In order to change the shape of flames and water, it requires a certain amount of subtle magic control. I have no intention of destroying the principal’s office, but I don’t intend to spare any effort. I have to get them to admit that I can use magic to a certain extent even without using any tricks.

I made a birdcage out of water and trapped a little blue flame bird in it. Inside the water cage, the little blue bird continues to burn. Fire and water. Manipulating contradictory things at the same time without failure is impossible without considerable skill.

I think it’s a beautiful work of art, if I do say so myself.

“If necessary, can I show you some other magic?”

“…… No, that’s fine.”

The other teachers froze in amazement, but only the principal seemed to be pondering something.

Well, if I’m going to be expelled with this, that’s fine. I’m not particular about studying at this academy, and I don’t even have to study anymore. I don’t need to be able to use elegant magic. As an adventurer, as long as I have a certain power to complete requests, that’s fine.

“I understand. You may leave now.”

The principal asked me to leave the room, so I extinguished the flame and water, bowed and turned on my heel, but then it occurred to me to stop and look back just before I opened the door. I’ll tell you know how I feel.

“will follow the wishes of the academy. I am not asking for any particularly compassionate measures.”

At any rate, I tell them that I have no lingering attachments to the academy and that I would be fine if they expelled me. It doesn’t feel very good to have an air of being condescending and leaving me at the academy afterwards.

 

melon: 5177 words in the raws phew. Next chapter onwards will be significantly shorter, yay for me,  for you guys. 

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sorry idk a better way to translate this, it’s like on candid tv where you get tricked by the crew and then they tell you “you got punked!” or something.

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