The wife of the villains, returning to death to change her mind.

Marquis Clarte, a militant nobleman ruling the northern part of the country.

Blood Clarte was born the eldest son.

From a much younger age, Brude was brought up by his father, Marquis Clarte, who told him that in the future he must wear martial arts and magic with the intention of dying as a sword and shield to protect the country.

The duty imposed on Brood by the Marquis Clarte was always severe, but Brood knew more than himself that his father was willing to die every day, so he was able to keep quiet.

... no, I might have thrown up a little bit.

I can't do it anymore, and I've never been to my mother's Raal while crying.

In the end, however, he fulfilled his father's duties and did not fail to train.

As far as that's concerned, as a nobleman, I was able to realize the magic quite quickly at the beginning of my fourth year of age, and by the middle of my fourth year of age, the magic was as small as a fireball, but I was able to let it go.

Tough on that, my father was glad to let go, and I could certainly think that my efforts had borne fruit.

However, even with the same amount of effort, there are people who cannot reach where they should.

For Brood, it was his brother Ladart.

My younger brother was also raised by his father, and he tried to do the same thing as Brood, one by one, but still worked hard.

In fact, at that age, it was excellent, and magic was a little bit good, but it became usable.

However, compared to Brood, his abilities were unfortunately low.

Still, Brood is a dear brother to me and a lovely child to my parents.

Moreover, having acquired some magic was undoubtedly a testament to excellence and the efforts of Ladart.

That's why I didn't doubt that Brude would be able to enroll with Ladart in this sorcery college entrance exam.

At least until we actually see what other students are capable of at the exam venue.

Magicians are few in number and can't be that easy.

Not to mention, it is normal for people to be five or six years old to be almost unaware of magic.

And yet, the examination venue was filled with amazing numbers of talented people.

Of course, Brood himself was strong enough to get into those talented men, but the problem was with Ladart.

Ladder is... a little weak compared to this one.

That's all I could think of yet.

Yes, it's still true.

With a little more time, I'm sure we'll be strong enough.

At least this is not the limit.

But this time...

The cool part of Brood told me that Ladart's exam was tough.

But Radart could not speak of it after he had made his face shine and attended the academy.

Then the exam was over, Brood passed, and Ladder fell.

Radart was shy, but he was also a man taught by his father how severe he was against himself.

I took the results seriously, told my brother, Brude, to work hard, and I promised to be junior next year.

Therefore, there was no complaint about the results themselves, and I intended to do so, but what I learned after enrollment was that special magic holders were allowed to enroll on the basis of talent only in a form that was almost untested.

I had heard some about it at briefings, but because it was for parents, it was difficult for Brood and I didn't understand the details.

However, in the college, there were classmates who talked about listening from their parents, etc., and it was easy for Brood to understand, and the word "that is" remained in his heart.

When he noticed, Brood complained, almost like a punch into the class where the special magic holders gathered.

I knew nothing would happen when I said this.

I couldn't help but say it.

My brother certainly worked hard, much harder than you, and in fact, magic was better than you.

That's what I thought.

While saying that, I felt that something was wrong, but the rage didn't stop.

Say what you want to say, and among the other students, as the strangely powerful female student tried to use some magic, the lady who was quietly observing entered the stop.

Even though I was a little dissatisfied with that, I felt deeply grateful.

Moreover, when I entered the college, my mother told me with dreamy eyes that Elaine, who serves as the director of the elementary department of the college, is a model of a noble lady, and a woman who has performed various studies and achievements. It was said that being invited to her tea party was an honor to contest one or two in this country.

That's why I don't want him to look coarse.

The only thing that seemed a little trembling when I said that was that my mother knew the terrible part of Elaine.

Face to face with Elaine, Brood realized that there were really people who shouldn't defy his existence.

But at the same time, I felt the beauty of the world and the kindness that enveloped it, and I couldn't help but nod to convince Brood in the next class.