In front of the main bulletin board of Magic Knight Academy
Three days before the school entrance ceremony, Ronald and his friends were suddenly told of a big announcement by the academy, and they came to the large bulletin board in front of the school building in high spirits.
âAre you joking!!!â
The red-haired boy next to them, Allan Kruger, squeezed out the words while glaring at the bulletin board with a fiery color of anger on his face.
Ronald completely agreed with Allan this time. In fact, I could confidently say that his indignation was even greater than Allanâs.
It was because the matter posted on the bulletin board was so unreasonable in every sense of the word that it was unacceptable to Ronald.
The parchment posted on the bulletin board read as follows.
âNext change in class â Sirabe Ines Navarro to be Class G teacher.
Transferring to Class G: Mia Cyrus, Teresa Hartwig, Pluto Brauser, Cliff Millard.â
âIâm in a different class.â
Mia looked a little sad and somewhat resigned as she spat out the words.
âWhy is Mia in the infamous Class G? Besides, is that person in charge of Class G? Thatâs ridiculous!â
Of course Ronald was confused.
Certainly Mia was hopeless in the emission-type magic, but her magical reserve was extraordinary. If we talked about physical strengthening magic, she might be on top inside the school and because she was also a diligent person, without doubt her academic scores were in the top class. No matter how negatively she was evaluated, she was sure to get into Class A. If they were evaluated properly, there was no way that they would go to G class, which was also known as the disposable cockroaches class.
And the homeroom teacher for Class G was Sirabe Ines Navarro, who was supposed to be teaching Ronald and his Class S.
Everything about Sirabe Ines Navarro was unusual.
His dignified demeanor, his superb knowledge of magic, and his outstanding leadership skills had led Ronald and the others to victory. Not a single one of the people who had fought the dragon-shaped golem in the course of practical lesson under his command would be stupid enough to think that he was a student like Ronald and the others
The fact that he looked the same age as Ronald and the others made sense when you considered that Old Seig brought in the elves, who were rumored to be long-lived forest keepers, to teach Class S.
The elf clan was a race who appeared in the book of genesis where they lent their powers to the founding emperor, Philip Rose Archive. Because they were so secretive, except for their physical characteristics, there was no stipend that had been communicated to the public or even officially.
And those physical characteristics were that he was ageless and extremely beautiful.
In fact, his appearance was so dainty and beautiful that at first glance he could be mistaken for a girl. However, his appearance, tone of voice, and atmosphere clearly denied that he was a woman, and not many people would actually consider him a woman upon meeting him.
Anyway, if he was an elf, Ronald didnât see the point of having someone who had come all the way here to be in charge of Class G. Ronald didnât understand the reasoning.
âIf you look at the lineup of Class G, itâs pretty clear!! For the most part, Mia is disturbed by Lord Cyrusâ downfall to stay at the academy, and as for Sirabe-sensei, he doesnât like teaching outsiders. Itâs just a bunch of stupid fence-mending by adults!â
Allanâs bellowed shout drew a few startled glances from the students around him.
âAllan, nothing will change no matter how much you let out your frustration. Letâs go and ask Old man Seig.â
Seig had been Ronald and the othersâ private tutor since they were children. He was absolutely not the kind of person who would do something hat wouldnât be in the best interest of Ronald and the others.
ââŚâŚâ
Shaking with unspeakable indignation, Allan moved his feet toward the professorâs office where Old Seig was.
Mia, who must have been quite shocked, left first because she had to practice, so Allan and Ronald decided to go to the instructorâs office. From the look she had, Ronald had a rough idea what she was going to do.
Ronald knocked on the door.
âCome in.â
However, it was not Old Man Siegâs voice, but an unfamiliar manâs, who gave the permission for them to enter.
Ronald opened the sliding door and stepped through it into the room.
This must be a lieâŚ..
Ronald reflexively gulped as he looked at the people seated at the small wooden table in the center of the large room.
The blond-haired gentleman sitting across from Old Man Sieg was the head of this academy, Riot Bernstein. And the gentleman with crimson hair sitting next to himâ
âWhy is my father here?â
Allan shouted in a displeased tone.
âWhat is the point of telling you where I am?â
The crimson hair man, unfazed with Allanâs outrage, smiled faintly and spoke harshly.
He was the Warlord, Horus Kruger, Allanâs biological father, who had the highest authority in charge of the military affairs of the Imperial Regular Army.
After biting his teeth together, Allan regained his breath and turned around, his expression of anger disappearing.
âWhatâs the reason behind that class composition?â
He quietly asked for an explanation of his biggest concern.
âDeplorable. Donât you even know what my professional duties are? Iâm a warlord, a military person. I canât possibly have a say in the academyâs internal affairs.â
That was a fair point. But then he wouldnât have been here without a reason.
âDonât play dumb! Youâre not going to show up at this teaching institution without a reason!â
âWhat do you think about that, Riot?â
Warlord Horus asked the headmaster.
âHumphâŚ..bastard, you are asking me that? Making such a large ruckus, now the whole academy is thrown into chaos!â
Headmaster Riot swore and looked at Lord Horus as if he was the enemy of his parents.
âHeadmaster Riot, Iâm formally requesting the withdrawal of that compromise.â
The two look at each other and take a deep sigh.
âYour Highness Ronald, I wish I could do the same for you, but as a result of that unreasonable person working behind the scenes, the decision has been officially made by the faculty. Therefore, even I, the headmaster of this school, cannot interfere with it.â
Headmaster Riot once again glared at the Warlord.
âWait a minute! Donât say something scandalous just like that. I just gave them a push on their back. The choice until the bitter end was their own.I donât like being treated as a villain.â
âWhat do you think you are saying?â
Out of frustration, he screamed while rhythmically hitting his soles on the floor.
âThanks to that, your beloved daughter is now in Class S, in addition to the strongest bodyguard. That should be enough, right?â
âThis and that are different things! There is no reason to involve children in our filthy politics!â
Politics⌠As expected, the cause of all of this was the Empireâs dispute? Really useless.
âYou are seriously a cold-hearted, unreasonable, and a horrible guy, thatâs for sure in public eyes. That level of wizard, just because he wasnât an imperial person, no, just because he wasnât from a human race, you dropped him to that disposable class. Iâve really misread you.â
At Allanâs abusive words, Warlord Horus changed the type of his smile to something more vicious.
âAs expected of my son. You seem to be misunderstanding something.â
âMisunderstanding?â
As Allan repeated back, Warlord Horus raised the corner of his mouth.
âHe is human and also an imperial person from the same imperial nobility as you. And he is 13 years old.â
âWhat? Donât you dare lie to me!â
At the response of Allan, he narrowed his eyes and took a sigh.
âAnd the biggest misunderstanding is between his standing and Class G.â
Allan had a very unpleasant premonition.
The Warlordâs vicious smile made Ronald extremely nauseated.
âThe standing of Shirabe-sensei and Class G?â
He must never hear the rest of it. He had a feeling, but his parched mouth parroted the question back to him.
âI have sent you a list of candidates who are permitted to stand on his side in the future.â
âWarlord Horus!!â
Without changing his expression in the face of Old Man Seigâs fury, Warlord Horus said.
âAllan, if you had any natural talent at all, I would have gone to any length to get you into that miracle class.â
For Ronald and the others, the words he spun were exactly the same as denying their existence.
âWe donât have any talent?â
Allan asked with a hoarse voice.
âYou guys are ordinary people. Youâre not the type of vessel that could pull your weight in this turbulent world.â
âShut upâŚâŚâŚâ
Warlord Horusâs smile vanished for the first time as he looked at Allan, who was grasping his fist tightly.
âDo you feel frustrated? Did you think you are extraordinary, different from others? Unfortunate to say, but vessels like you arenât even worth a dime.â
âHe is truly one of historyâs rarest heroes. Even though youâve been exposed to his miracles, even temporarily, youâre not qualified to join his ranks if you canât imagine anything more than a meager desire to learn magic.â
âEnough, Horus!!]
At the shout of Headmaster Riot, the Warlord shut his mouth for the first time.
âSorry, itâs just as you have guessed. This timeâs arrangement is just a filthy pretext. But, youâve achieved the highest level of grades among all the students. Thatâs an unmistakable fact.â
âOld Man, thatâs still not a consolation.â
If they were to comprehensively consider what the Warlord had just said now, then Ronald and the others were poor and untalented Honor Students. That was the kind of position they were in.
âIâm not trying to console you, Iâm just saying that the talent that Lord Horus is referring to is the aptitude of a monster like that man. If we were to take that as standard, it would not be too farfetched to say that Hero Yukihiro and of course even I, too, are just normal people.â
Seig had always been a man who did not show off his strength. Even if the opponent was an enemy, he would never say anything to undermine them. In other words, Seig must really consider Hero Yukihiro as an ordinary person.
Certainly, there were a lot of people who condemned Hero Yukihiro for confessing his sins. Most of them would probably give him a negative evaluation. Ronald also didnât like the way the man looked at his sister, Lilinoa, in a stubborn way.
However, no one who spouted such negativity would deny that he was a superhuman hero.
âDonât worry! His Highness Ronald and the others, in Class S, we had prepared the best mentors and the strongest assistance. You will have to work hard in this environment and achieve results that will satisfy us in the regular examinations at the end of this year. If you doâŚ
âI will arrange for that man to be your teacher. I promise you that.â
âThat means we have to beat Class G. Is that it?â
âThatâs right.â
Finally, a thread of hope appeared, though it was too thin to even be outlined.
Miaâs total magical power was slightly greater than Ronald. If it werenât for her inability to control her magic, she would be no match for Ronald in terms of talent. If it was that person, he would have no trouble correcting Miaâs flaws and maximizing her strengths. And now that the Warlord had discovered her talents, it was safe to assume that the other three had at least the same potential as Mia. The same old routine of training would not be enough to win.
Mentor was indispensable. Ronald and his friends needed a mentor who would lead them to the peak of superhuman ability, a strict and intelligent person who would not tolerate any indulgence.
Ronald looked at Allan next to him, and he nodded his head. The hesitation in Allanâs eyes disappeared, replaced by an intense will.
âSo, Old Man, tell us about the mentor.â
In the words of Allan, Old Man Seig raised the corner of his mouth.