Born as the 7th Prince - 82

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After the match with Shirou, Seesikin furrows his brow and clenches and unclenches his hand.

"What's wrong? Something feel off?"

I ask, wondering if there was something wrong with my magic, but he doesn't even glance at me, let alone speak.

"Hey, let's have another match."

"Whoa, whoa!?"

Seesikin grabs me by the collar and pulls me back.

My throat's being constricted by my clothes, you know? You don't even feel like apologizing!

I don't hide my displeasure, but I don't say anything since I'm grateful for the opportunity to test my magic in a practical setting.

After that, we had several matches with me and Seesikin paired up against Shirou and a team with changing members each time.

"No, I can't take it anymore!! These stamina monsters!! My stamina can't keep up!!"

Even though I'm not swinging my sword as the main fighter, I'm getting tired from fighting so many matches in a row.

My magic accuracy is also dropping due to fatigue, so give me a break!

Seesikin and Shirou are only sweating slightly compared to me, who's out of breath.

Is this the difference in training volume...?

While I'm shocked by the difference in stamina, Mr. Müller, who had been watching our fights for the past few matches, approaches us.

"An interesting way of fighting. However, the effects are immeasurable. I always thought you would hold Artur Seesikin back... but surprisingly, the win rate is higher when you two are together."

Currently, my solo win rate is only about 20%.

I can only win by luck sometimes.

But when I'm paired with someone, my win rate is probably over 90%, right?

I think one of the reasons is that the other guys are simply not used to the magic.

"Well, I don't know anything about magic, but I can see why the teachers in the magic department often ask me about you."

"The magic department teachers?"

"Yes. They want to discuss the synergistic effects of magic. Why aren't you in the magic department? You would have been in high demand when forming parties in a few years."

That's harsh!! The blade of his words pierces my heart! The truth hurts!! But I want to be told "Not bad" by Master Cyrillos!! In swordsmanship!!

While I'm secretly taking damage from Mr. Müller's harsh words, someone grabs my arm and pulls me.

"If he's extra, I'll take him into my party. I won't give him to the weaklings in the magic department. I can make better use of him than those weaklings who only have brains."

I turn towards the arm that was grabbed and see Seesikin with a grumpy look on his face.

"Who would join your party? You've been calling me weak the whole time."

"Huh? It's a fact, isn't it? You can't beat me by yourself, no matter what you do."

"Who would join the party of someone who insults and looks down on them, idiot."

"What did you say, you punk?"

"I'm telling you! Why can't you two talk without being so confrontational?!"

Mr. Müller's smile deepens at the usual banter between me and Seesikin.

"Well. I won't let you form a party unless you pass my exam, and questing outside the academy is out of the question."

That's right, the role of the teachers in charge of the knight department is to judge whether or not they can really make it as adventurers outside.

If they don't have the minimum ability to make it as adventurers outside, they'll just die for nothing.

I wonder if the person in charge of the magic system that they ultimately choose will make the judgment for the magic department?

"It's going to be a little tough for Rai."

This selection exam is strictly an individual battle.

They have to prove that they can make it as an adventurer even if they are alone.

"It's okay, Rai Ortlnerk. There are no penalties for repeating grades for several years at the academy. It's just that your younger classmates will overtake you."

The blade of his words pierces my heart.

Please stop. Don't KILL my glass heart.

Rai's life is already zero!!

Shirou puts his hand on my shoulder to encourage me, as I'm crushed.

"It's okay! I'll wait for you for as many years as it takes! Right!?"

"Is repeating a grade a foregone conclusion, is it? Am I weak, I know, is it?"

I'm in a completely sulky mood, damn it.

His kind consideration only rubs salt into the wound.

"Come on, come on. Don't think about the future yet, focus on what's in front of you. It's time for the lecture, so let's move quickly."

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