Radmar's home country, the Kingdom of Volkad, is a small country in the Middle Plains.
Among the many small nations that follow the kingdom of Foretta, the great power that is the champion of the Middle Plains, the status of the Kingdom of Volcado can never be said to be high.
It was also due to the kings of history who failed to establish good diplomatic relations with Foretta, and originally because Volcado's land itself was mountainous, a land that did not benefit the population or its products.
King Volcado's presence was extremely sparse, even at the occasional meetings of the countries of the Middle Plains.
It was in contrast to what was once the antagonistic Kingdom of Logosha between Volcado and the State actively pursued an assimilation policy with Foretta, now even referred to as the brotherly country of Foretta.
But Radmar liked this country.
In my home town, Volcado, there were mountains that had no great national territory but were beautiful.
I had a mother who was proud and beautiful, who loved me.
Foretta, who intimidates her surroundings with force, is a lawless country with only large figures.
Snuggling by it and flattering, Logosha is a country like an ugly whore.
Volcado is proud to be poor.
Volcado doesn't flatter Foretta.
Volcado is the proudest country in the world.
That, of course, is not the language of the young Radmar himself.
It was his mother's cliche, with extreme pride in being himself a blood muscle of the Volcado royal family.
But I'm pretty sure that word fell on Radmar's own mind.
Even so. We are proud.
He who licks Volcado will see it in his eyes.
Radmar grew up with those thoughts.
Though royal, not everyone can inherit a limited amount of land.
Those with low throne inheritance rights are forced to live with their own talent.
Some served the courts of other countries, while others lay their hands on unfamiliar commerce.
Still, we all dream of the day when Volcado's use from the court will come to us one day, wanting us to succeed him to the throne.
Radmar's entrance exam to the Norc School of Magic at Foretta was also part of the fabric stone for such a future.
There was little chance that Radmar, son of the king's sister, neither that nor his eldest son or anything, would succeed to the throne.
So he also needed to seek his place outside.
Still, I thought Galai was too far away.
The north is barbarian land. South is the land of the corrupt.
That was also my mother's cliché.
I put up my father's face, who mediated the exam, regardless, the exam was taken seriously by him, but when he was notified of his passing, he was a blue heavenly thunderbolt.
Radmar complained to her mother that she did not want to go south.
I want to stay in Nakahara at least.
If my mother didn't recognize me north or south, I would have thought she would agree.
But my mother's answer was unexpected.
Go, Radmar.
said my mother.
Go and show Volcado pride.
Radmar thought he was abandoned by his mother, home.
To go home, you have to show it.
Volcado's pride.
For Radmar, who grew up with no difficulty as a royalty in the bend and had done nothing to prepare him for life and schooling at the School of Magic, where he had no intention of entering, life at the College was a series of suffering.
I am flatly asked to do completely inexperienced matters without any explanation on the spot.
It's not just classes. In all situations of life, it was.
And classmates who do it without difficulty.
I can't do it alone.
I thought I was terribly stupid.
Volcado pride.
My mother's words bound Radmar.
There was no way I could imitate like such a whore, such as begging for help and begging for teachings from nobles and civilians in other countries.
As a result, Radmar was isolated, naturally.
I couldn't do much meditation, the magic didn't improve, and martial arts even showed women.
But still not to be humbled and disoriented as royalty.
Radmar thought that was Volcado's pride.
Contempt me if you want. [M]
But I'm honored just to be here. It's not like you guys.
I met that fortune teller when I was walking through the city of Norc without a destination for holiday worries.
It was the first time I had ever seen that fortune-teller in that place, wearing a hood softly, who didn't even know if he was a man or a woman, but Radmar didn't go out to the city every day, and Norc, the port town, originally had various people in and out of it.
The fortune teller called Radmar to praise you for having a great talent.
It wasn't easy to get on with such flattery Radmar, but the words continued by the fortune teller captured his heart.
Your heart shines with golden pride. You have the style of the Great King.
The fortune teller, who felt Radmar show a listening attitude, handed Radmar a small ring.
It's a ring that brings out your talent. Let me give you a commemoration of what we met.
From that voice, Radmar thought that this fortune teller might be a lot younger than he first thought.
When Radmar put on the ring, I felt that I had the immediate power.
The magic that I would not normally be able to do was just put on that ring and I couldn't make it.
But I just tried the magic twice in front of the fortune teller, and that ring blackened and lost its effect.
The ring was too small for your talent.
That's what the fortune teller said.
The next time you see him, make sure you have something better.
It was no coincidence that the next time I met that fortune teller.
The next holiday, Radmar asked for it himself.
As usual, its occupier, wearing the hood softly, handed Radmar a small black box.
I tried to open it, but it didn't.
The force is still sealed.
said the fortune teller.
To open that box and draw your true power, you must meet your enemies around.
He said he was my enemy.
To Radmar, who disproves, the fortune teller nods suddenly.
During your first grade, there is only one transfer student who has just entered the 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. Proud of the power you deserve.
Radmar didn't immediately look for a transfer student when he received that box, not because he wasn't interested in the power of the box.
Radmar, who had no teacher or friend to talk to properly, had no idea how to find the transferee.
So as Radmar's inner mind and the appreciation of those around him diverged even further that his true power was not like this, he waited for a moment.
I did nothing, I just waited.
It's time to meet the enemy.
And tonight, the time has finally come.
During his internship, the third graders talked a lot to Radmar, took care of him, and his kindness could be described as the warmth of the first person he felt since he entered this college.
But to accept it honestly, Radmar's heart was too closed by his painful college life.
A Southern aristocratic girl who was particularly gentle with me among the third graders.
From the beginning Radmar was nowhere else, and to his kindness lay the kindness of his former mother.
In my hometown, my mother used to wrap a bandage around me from my hand when Radmar fell and injured his hand.
Tonight, he accidentally burned his finger and when she took Radmar's hand for that treatment, he almost accidentally spilled tears.
I don't know what this emotion is, but I wanted to be recognized by her.
He wants this girl, who is similar in kindness to my mother, to acknowledge herself.
But Radmar also realized that there was always one boy ahead of her gaze.
A man of Radmar's most loathsome kind, who does everything and doesn't seem to have anything to do with any struggle, inferiority, etc.
What is better about such a man?
And the man was the only transferee in the last grade.
Barbarian and corrupt.
The fortune teller said, his enemies.
When he found out about it, Radmar was surprised and confused at the same time.
But her desire to be recognized and the jealousy that the man was recognized by her moved him.
Look, Wendy. My power.
When I thought of it, the strays quickly missed.
Radmar put his hand on the box, trembling with joy that he could finally show his true power.
Think.
Which is better, me or him?