Chapter 46

I felt like I was X-ed, and was about to quickly dispel the magic, but a voice full of complaint rang out from somewhere.

“Is this right!!!”

I couldn’t even guess whose voice it was.

Ignatz Schreiden. It was those eight syllables that were starting to get on my nerves.

“Ignatz, what’s your complaint?”

Perhaps she had heard about yesterday’s incident from my father, because Professor Beatrice’s voice was not very gentle.

The complaint that had momentarily colored her face was gone, replaced by a clear annoyance.

However, Ignatz, though shrinking, shouted proudly.

“Unless the professor told Theo Lisitoel about the magic that would be on the exam in advance, does it make sense for him to use the magic so quickly?!”

“You seem to have a lot of complaints since yesterday… Ignatz Schreiden, does the Academy’s exam look like a joke to you?”

“But aren’t you too blatantly favoring a specific student!”

“And that specific student just happens to be the son of an Academy professor?”

At Professor Beatrice’s question, Ignatz shut his mouth.

Everyone seemed to be thinking something similar, as they all kept their mouths shut.

Except for Zephyros and Lucian.

“Are you just flapping your lips because you have a mouth?”

“You should know when to stop with the nonsense.”

I was somehow touched that even Lucian was defending me.

How much courage must our sweet-potato have mustered to say such a thing!

“Do you see the Academy’s anti-cheating magic circle as a toy?”

“You could have told him in advance!”

“To not even know that it’s a magitool that catches even that, the Schreiden Marquis family is on its last legs.”

Zephyros pointed out with a hollow laugh.

I didn’t know that either… good, let’s take this fact to the grave.

“This is not a matter for the Duke of Nevera to interfere in! It’s been strange since yesterday! The fact that his father is a professor is─”

“Are you confident you can take responsibility for your words right now?”

Professor Beatrice asked coldly.

Her anger was cold enough to make one wonder if that was what a blue flame was, but it was hot.

“I am asking if you can take responsibility for the deplorable words that Professor Lisitoel, who is also called the face of the Academy, committed fraud for his son, and another professor participated in that fraud. Ignatz Schreiden.”

If he hadn’t been wearing the Academy uniform, wouldn’t he have been reduced to ashes in front of her flames long ago?

“I’m asking if this Beatrice Belpiar made a mockery of the Academy with only a specific student, and that too, with the son of Professor Evan Lisitoel.”

“That’s not what I meant….”

“No, that is what you meant. It is a statement that can only have that meaning.”

The shrunken Ignatz immediately shouted at me.

“Then do you think it makes sense for a transfer student to be able to replicate the magic so quickly just by looking at the magic circle!!”

“What nonsense is that?”

I asked, genuinely not understanding.

So the reason you think I cheated on the exam is because I’m too good?

At my question, which was rather incredulous, chuckles leaked out from all around. Though they quickly subsided at Ignatz’s fierce gaze.

“Wasn’t this an exam for using magic in the first place? Are you saying I shouldn’t have done what I could do?”

What kind of bullshit is that?

“That’s─”

“If you’re so dissatisfied with that, then you show me a completely new magic.”

“What?”

“You can just give me the problem.”

Ignatz fell silent.

Did he belatedly realize that the problem was gradually getting bigger?

But, isn’t there a saying like that?

Go big or go home.

If you back down now, you’re the one who’s going to be X-ed.

He flinched for a moment, then burst out laughing as if nothing had happened, Ha!

“What if you can’t do it? Are you admitting that you cheated?”

“No, that’s a matter for the Academy to judge. I’ll obediently admit that there’s a problem with me.”

Where does this guy think he’s going, trying to drag Professor Beatrice into this too?

The guy, whose face had been turning red and blue at my words, burst into a hollow laugh.

“Fine! Let’s do it! If you can’t use it in the same way within 5 minutes, you’ll see!!”

The huffing Ignatz Schreiden quickly used magic.

The time it took for the magic circle to form was only a moment, so I barely saw it all.

It was a very cowardly trick.

To the point where even a few of the students who had been siding with Ignatz looked at him with eyes that said, ‘That’s not right.’

“Why? Can’t you do it?”

“No, your mana is lacking so you can’t even maintain the magic circle properly, so I have to understand.”

Sorry, but since I entered this body, I’ve been able to memorize most things without much difficulty.

I could memorize a magic circle just by looking at it once.

And right now, I was in a pretty pissed-off mad dog state. That meant that there was nothing I wouldn’t do to screw him over.

I replicated the magic he had shown me.

But, if I stopped at that, he would just start barking loudly again.

I cut off the most vulnerable part of the magic circle in an instant. The magic circle, whose flow was incomplete, quickly broke as if it had never been there and completely lost its form.

I know exactly where your magic circle is lacking, you son of a X!

“A guy who can’t even do the most basic thing, why are you talking so much about the Academy’s exam? Are you a professor?”

“Th-that’s….”

“Know when to stop with the nonsense. It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

After snapping at Ignatz, I immediately dusted off my hands.

“A spitting image of his dad….”

Professor Beatrice’s mumble was clear, but I decided to ignore it.

Why, what, what are you gonna do about it. What’s wrong with a son resembling his father.

* * *

The exam proceeded properly again.

I was secretly surprised that Lucian beat Zephyros and passed in second place.

What, does that guy have a talent for magic too?

Zephyros was third, and Ignatz, perhaps because his flow was completely messed up after pointing me out, kept messing up and the exam finally ended.

“Now, all that’s left is the ‘Magical Engineering’ assignment and the midterms are over!”

I have to prepare in advance so there are no problems during the final exams.

“Do you think your grades will be okay?”

At Lerwon’s question, I answered while rolling around on the hideout’s sofa.

“The problem is that it’s so good that a weirdo picks a fight with me.”

Did he do that on purpose because he thought a transfer student who often skipped classes would get good grades?

“I went through so much trouble.”

Does he think it’s possible with ordinary perseverance to raise proficiency by using only magic like a zombie for a whole week?

Does he know how many days I burned for that 3-second moment, good grief.

“They say the disciplinary hearing is next Monday.”

“That’s fast.”

“I guess it’s because he messed with my father, of all people.”

Lucian crunched on the sweet-potato chips he had bought.

Of all things, he had to buy something that resembled himself.

“He’s the face of the Academy.”

The Emperor’s teacher and a person like the pride of all magicians. He’s my father, but his specs are really broken.

Because he was that kind of person, he could have faced even that Lerwon while evacuating the students.

The Lapidemy management must have killed him 100% because his specs were better than the protagonist’s. Damn bastards.

The sweet-potato chip crumbled into powder in my hand.

“Anyway, I’m definitely not letting him go.”

How dare you touch me. I’m a fossil player who has played this game for 10 years, that’s what.

Most of all, I have to completely screw over that bastard Ignatz right now so that my soft, sweet-potato-like body can be safe.

If I don’t, it’s obvious that guys who look down on me will try to crush me with force somehow.

“Making enemies isn’t my hobby, but I hate just taking it even more.”

“Right, make sure you screw him over.”

I was planning to do that even without being told.

* * *

“This year’s first-years are a real handful.”

As Beatrice muttered her thoughts, Evan let out a sigh as if in agreement.

The fact that his son was at the center of all those incidents was also a headache in many ways.

It was right to remain neutral as a professor, but in the end, blood is thicker than water, and his heart kept leaning towards his son, which was very troublesome.

“No, what on earth is the Marquis of Schreiden thinking?! He can’t even manage his own son!

Does he want to make the entire Academy his enemy?”

“He must have been certain.”

That Evan Lisitoel, who doted on his son so much, would ignore all of the Academy’s rules and commit fraud for his son.

He was a precious son for whom nothing was too good to give, but that was only for things within the designated lines.

No matter how much he cherished his son, if he crossed the line… he would scold him severely.

“That aside, about your son’s eyes.”

“The same eyes as mine?”

“…Yes.”

It was impossible not to know after seeing him perfectly replicate Schreiden’s magic circle and even grasp its weakness in an instant.

Simunan

The eyes that all magicians desperately desire.

However, it was a rare and precious talent that appeared only once every few decades or even hundreds of years.

“Was Simunan originally passed down by blood?”

“It has never been so until now.”

It was purely a talent that Theo was born with.

“By any chance, is there a water vein running through the Lisitoel family estate?”

At Beatrice’s question, Evan fell silent. At his rather serious expression, Beatrice frowned.

“It was a joke.”

“I was just worried.”

Simunan was a very rare talent. In Evan’s case alone, the number of people who had attacked him since he was young, aiming for his eyes, would be enough to fill several castles.

Even though transplanting the eyes wouldn’t pass on the talent, the world was full of beings who would trample on a coveted talent if they couldn’t have it.

“I’ve made them keep their mouths shut about this for now, but it won’t be effective forever.”

Because it was an ability that couldn’t be hidden even if you tried to. Moreover, he himself had no particular awareness of it.

“It would have been less of a headache if he were a hothouse flower.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Because he was a son who had been lying down, unable to even move a finger, like a hothouse flower in a greenhouse.

Rather than that, he just wanted him to live actively, even if he caused a little trouble. That was the only thing Evan wanted for his son.

“So, the storm is something I must endure.”

「If we meet again. Will you date me then? Young noble master.」

He remembered every moment of that day clearly.

His wife, Theo’s mother, was a woman who wielded a sword rather than holding a flower.

The only light that had come into his life, always energetic and bold, and had taught him what love was.

And another light that light had left behind.

Evan would gladly offer his life to protect his son.

“It’s going to be noisy for a while.”

At Evan’s prophecy-like mumble, Beatrice tore at her hair.

“Aaargh! Why did I have to take Evan Lisitoel’s son as my disciple!”

“If you’re so displeased, you can expel him.”

“Then you’ll kick me out of the Academy.”

Evan let out a small, silent laugh.

Since that was a sufficient answer, Beatrice tore at her hair once again.

How did someone like this end up as my friend!!

There must be a curse on those who befriend someone with the name Lisitoel that makes them unhappy!

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