Radomar's native kingdom, the Kingdom of Volcado, is a small country in the Nakahara.
Among the many small nations that follow the great Foretta kingdom, the hegemon of Nakahara, the status of the Volcado kingdom is by no means high.
It was also the fault of the kings of past generations who were unable to establish diplomatic relations with Foretta, and it was originally Volcado's land itself that was mountainous and unfavourable to its population and products.
King Volkado's presence was extremely rare even at the occasional meetings of the countries of Nakahara.
The Rogosha kingdom, formerly a country in conflict with Volkado, actively pursued its assimilation policy with Foretta, in contrast to what is now known as the brotherhood of Foretta.
But Radmar liked this country.
In Volcado, my homeland, there was no great land, but a beautiful mountain.
I had a proud and beautiful mother who loved me.
Foretta, who intimidates his surroundings by force, is a rude country with large graphics.
Nestled by it, the charming logosha is a country like an ugly whore.
Volcado is proud to be poor.
Volkado does not flatter Foretta.
Volcado is the most proud country in the world.
That, of course, is not the word of young Radmar himself.
It was his mother's habit to take great pride in being the blood of the Volcado royal family.
But it is certain that the words fell into Radmar's own heart.
That's right. We are proud. [M]
I'll show Volkado to those who lick him.
Radmar grew up with that in mind.
When it comes to royalty, not everyone can inherit a limited amount of land.
Those with low succession to the throne are compelled to live on their own talents.
Some served the courts of other countries, while others engaged in unfamiliar business.
Still, everybody dreams of a day when Volkado's court will send a message to take over the throne one day.
Radmar's admission exam to the Nork Magic Academy in Foretta was also part of such a future.
There was little chance that Radmar, the son of the king's sister, who was neither his firstborn nor anything else, would succeed to the throne.
That's why he had to ask for his place outside.
Still, I thought Galai was too far away.
The north is barbarian land. To the south is the land of the corrupt.
It was also my mother's habit.
He stood up to his father who facilitated the exam, and of course he took the exam seriously, but when he was notified of his passing, it was a blue thunderbolt.
Radmar complained to his mother that he did not want to go south.
I want to stay in Nakahara at least. [M]
I was sure she would agree with me if I didn't recognize her from the north or the south.
But my mother's answer was unexpected.
Go, Radmar.
Mother said.
Go and show Volkado your pride.
Radmar thought his mother had abandoned him to his hometown.
To go home, you have to show it.
Vorcado's pride.
For Radmar, who grew up without any inconvenience as a bending royal family and did nothing to prepare for life or schooling at the Magic Academy, life at the Academy was a continuum of pain.
You are flatly expected to do things that are completely inexperienced without any hasty explanation on the spot.
It's not just classes. That's true in every aspect of life.
And the classmates who do it without difficulty.
I can't do it alone.
I felt terribly stupid.
Volkado's pride.
The words of my mother bound Radmar.
There was no way I could imitate such a prostitute like asking for help, such as petting nobles and civilians in other countries to teach.
As a result, Radmar was isolated as a matter of course.
I couldn't mellow my meditation, I couldn't improve my magic, and in martial arts I was even adorned with girls.
Nevertheless, it is important not to lose your attitude as a royal family.
Radmar thought it was Volkado's pride.
If you want to scorn me, scorn me. [M]
But I'm just honored to be here. I'm not like you.
I met the fortuneteller when I was walking through the city of Nork without paying any attention to the distress of the holidays.
This is the first time I've seen a fortuneteller in a place where I don't know if he's a man or a woman wearing a full hood, but Radmar didn't go out to the city every day, and Nork, a port town, was originally filled with a variety of people.
The fortuneteller stopped Radmar and praised you for your great talent.
It wasn't easy for Radmar to take such a compliment, but the words that the fortuneteller kept on grasping his heart.
Your heart shines with golden pride. You have the style of a great king.
The fortuneteller, who felt that Radmar had shown himself to listen, handed Radmar a small ring.
It is a ring that draws on your talent. I'll give it to you to commemorate your encounter.
From that voice, Radmar thought this fortuneteller might be much younger than he first thought.
When Radmar put the ring on, he immediately felt like he had too much power.
Normally I couldn't do magic, but I could not make it just by putting on the ring.
However, I tried magic twice in front of the fortuneteller, and the ring was black and ineffective.
The ring was too small for your talent.
That's what the fortuneteller said.
The next time you meet, make sure you have something better to offer.
It was no coincidence that I met the fortuneteller next.
The next holiday, Radmar went out on his own.
As usual, the fortuneteller, wearing a light hood, handed a small black box to Radmar.
I tried to open it, but it didn't.
The force is still sealed.
The fortuneteller said.
To open that box and unlock your true power, you must meet your enemies.
My enemy. [M]
The fortuneteller nods loudly to the rebellious Radmar.
There is only one new entrant in your first grade who has just entered college since this year. That student is your true enemy. Barbarian and corrupt. When you meet him, open the box. Your true power will awaken. You deserve to be proud.
It was not because Radmar was not interested in the power of the box that Radmar was not looking for a new student immediately after receiving it.
Rather than consulting, Radmar, who had no decent teacher or friend, had no idea how to find the new student.
So, as Radmar's inner assessment of his true power was further diverged from that of the people around him, he waited for the moment.
I didn't do anything, I just waited.
Time to meet the enemy.
And tonight, at last, the time has come.
During the internship, the third-graders talked to Radmar a lot, took care of him, and the kindness was the warmth of the person he felt for the first time since he entered the academy.
But to embrace it honestly, Radmar's heart was too closed by his painful college life.
A noble girl from the south who was especially kind to me in the third grade.
From the beginning, Radmar lay down the kindness of his former mother.
Back home, when Radmar fell and injured her hand, my mother wrapped a bandage around her hand.
Tonight, when she took Radmar's hand to treat his unexpectedly burned finger, he suddenly began to cry.
I don't know what this feeling is, but I wanted her to recognize it.
I want this girl, who has kindness similar to my mother, to recognize herself.
But Radmar was also aware that there was always a boy ahead of her eyes.
Radmar's most disgusting kind of man who does nothing, knows no hardship, seems to have nothing to do with inferiority.
What do you like about such a man?
And that man was the only transfer student in the previous grade.
Barbarian and corrupt.
The fortuneteller said, his enemies.
When he found out, Radmar was surprised and at the same time confused.
But her desire to be recognized and her jealousy that the man was recognized by her moved him.
Look, Wendy. My power.
As soon as I thought of it, my doubts quickly faded away.
Radmar shook his hand on the box with joy that he would finally show his true power.
Know it.
Which is better, me or him? [M]