NOVPUB“Well, I was scolded by my master that I should at least get the title of Wizard, so I reluctantly came here. But it turned out that I first needed to get the title of Magician to do so. What a hassle. I came to this yawn-inducing place only to find a bunch of low lives giving it their best shot.”
“…You, are you one of the successors of the great magician, Aegir Egg?”
“Oh, you’ve answered correctly. You’ve got it all figured out.”
“I simply recognized the egg-like symbol on your robe. I’m sure the instructors noticed it too.”
The symbol that Roma pointed out glowed golden on the chest area of the man’s robe.
Litty was concerned about the man’s presence, but she was also worried about Maamu. She kept her eyes on the man, while glancing occasionally at the light of Healing Magic.
“The disciples of Oswen, a descendant of the ancient sorcerer Aegir…. All of them, I hear, are recognized for their advanced magic and magic power quality.”
“Yes, yes. We are certainly recognized for our talent, but we are not allowed to be apprentices without titles. So, I came here because the master was being very strict with me. It’s a hassle, you know?”
“What did such a great man’s disciple do to such a small child?”
“Wait a minute… I asked her if I could train her, and she agreed. I’m sorry I was a little rough on her. Fortunately, it wasn’t fatal, right?”
“The wound is healing slowly…! What have you done?”
The healer shouted at the man. It was then that Natasha grabbed the man by his clothes near his chest, raising him slightly as she pulled him up with both hands.
“Oi, oi, you don’t have to be so rough…”
“I understand that Maamu-sama agreed to this training and that she was hurt because of it. I am already holding back because if I beat you up here, I’ll be interfering with Maamu-sama’s decision. But you know? Training is also a test of the teacher’s skill.”
“What, did you really think that I was not a good teacher to her?”
“Haah, do you want me to straighten out that arrogance of yours? Do you really think you are that great?”
Natasha’s anger made even the man slightly change his attitude. For him, Natasha was also worthy of his attention. The man’s expression changed as he straightened his robe after Natasha let him go.
“…I thought they were all trash, but it seems like there are some decent ones here. That being said, though, the ones who have low magic power like you are simply miserable.”
“Miserable? I believe I’m still better than most magicians.”
“I’m not talking only about you, but also about the apprentices and their instructors. I mean, what are they teaching? A magic user is supposed to be determined by the total amount of magic power.”
“Wow, you think you are smart for pointing out something so obvious.”
Natasha replied with a hint of sarcasm, but the man was dead serious. Shaking his slightly drooping Mohawk bangs, the man became even more talkative.
“Don’t you understand? Even Bandera, that disaster called Eraser Witch, ended up reaching great heights only because of her stupidly high magic power. Compared to that, the control and release of magic power is trivial. What I’m trying to say is that someone with low magic power should not be qualified to call themselves a magic user. It’s not nice to have them around. Or are you going to take responsibility for that? What if I get dragged down by one of those people?”
“You’ve got a very uncommon and silly belief. I think you should be the one evaluating yourself… Thinking that it was important to ‘Let the world know about your magic’ or that ‘Those with high magic power should rule’.”
“What’s so wrong about that…haah?”
