Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

55 – Episode 55

Xenia leaves the room.

I roughly moistened a towel with water and wiped the coffee stains from Xenia on the sofa.

It’s said that it’s not good if water touches the leather, but if it gets damaged, I’ll buy a new one.

That’s because I received enough money to overflow.

Didn’t she say that she would come every evening?

Looking around the room, there is definitely nothing that isn’t a mess.

I find a dustpan with the broken glass still in it and sweep the glass into the trash can.

With the sound of shattered glass crashing, it began to fall into the trash can.

Then he picked up a broom and started sweeping the room.

Ah, I guess this is the first time I’ve ever cleaned a room myself.

It is fortunate that at least there is no smell in the room.

Or maybe it’s because you’re so sick of the smell of tobacco that you feel like you can’t smell it.

After roughly finishing the cleaning, I lay down on the bed and close my eyes.

Whether it was because I moved my body even slightly, or because I got back in the carriage, I felt drowsy and fell asleep in an instant.

I think I had a slightly, uneasy dream.

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Knock. Smart.

I wake up to a knock on the door.

I checked the clock on the wall and it was time to go to school.

My head is dizzy, so I grab a nearby cup and drink water.

Then I went to the front door and left the door slightly open.

So Misty can open it on her own and come in.

“Ah, Eric. I’m here to pick you up! Today is just a theory class, so you can head straight to the classroom.”

“Yes, wait a little bit. I’ll just wash my face and come out.”

“And then look at this.”

She gently shook the bundle she was holding in her right hand.

“I brought a packed lunch.”

Then he smiles charmingly.

I went to the sink, washed my face, packed my bag, and went out into the hallway with Misty.

Then Misty subtly puts her arms around me.

“Come to think of it, Xenia already knew that Eric was transferring to the Faculty of Magic.”

“Oh, I did.”

“I thought it was a fact that only I knew.

“…Let’s go get something to eat.”

“It seems that only at times like this do we always change our words..”

“That’s hard to answer.”

“You answer strangely well again.”

The restaurant in the morning was empty as always.

After finding a suitable seat and sitting in her chair, Misty puts a packed lunch on her table.

A box, a basket, I don’t know what to call it, but inside was a sandwich and a bottle of milk.

Misty wraps her sandwich lightly in a white cloth and hands it to me.

“Eat, I got up early and prepared it.”

“You made it?”

Misty didn’t answer that, but she shrugged her shoulders, making her face look like it was obvious.

I took a bite of a sandwich with unknown vegetables and a thin piece of meat inside – not even ham, but something strangely like combat rations.

The taste was just so-so.

“How does it taste?”

“It’s delicious.”

I looked at Misty’s face as she asked, pushing her face.

My pupils were slightly dilated as if I was tired from waking up early, and the characteristic muttering at the end of my words that occurs when I lack sleep was also strong.

“Why are you staring at me all of a sudden?”

“How about sleeping?”

“Good night!”

“Are you tired around your eyes?”

With that said, Misty shuts her mouth.

Then she murmured to herself so that I couldn’t hear her.

After finishing the sandwich, drink milk lightly.

When I was getting sick of the sour aftertaste of dairy products, Misty took a small dried mint leaf out of her pocket and handed it to me.

At first, I wondered if it was marijuana or something like that, but when I smelled it, the fragrance came up.

Just like Misty does, just put the leaf in your mouth and chew it gently.

It was bitter, but my mouth felt pleasant as if I had brushed my teeth.

“I chew it every day after eating, but it’s too bitter.”

“But it’s refreshing and nice.”

I listened intently to Misty’s voice and walked to the classroom.

I hear whispers about why I am here, whether there are people who know my face.

The classroom I entered was much more spacious than the one where I was taking third class.

Yes, almost one and a half times.

It must have been made large enough to use magic in the middle.

Find a suitable place and put the bag on it.

Anyway, the center was empty, so the space for students to sit didn’t look much different.

Misty sits right next to me.

“If you wait a little bit, the teacher will come.”

“As for classes, what kind of classes do you usually do?

Even though it’s a theory class, I don’t get a sense of it at all.”

“Usually, you would think of a theory class as sitting down and reading a book, but since it’s a Magic Faculty, I think it’s more likely that you use it yourself.”

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And soon after, Julieta, the crown prince, enters and takes her seat.

Those two sat behind me in a bad mood.

“Ah, that’s right. The Faculty of Magic. I tend to forget about it for a while.”

The prince, who looked like he wouldn’t study if he behaved erratically, unexpectedly took out a book and started to prepare.

Julietta had been doing that before.

Soon after that, the teacher started entering the classroom.

After coming back to the academy, half of my dark circles, probably from sleeping all day, had been erased.

“Four, sixteen, thirty two, forty. Well, that’s it.

Students who are standing should all sit down, and students who are reading a book, whether it’s a preliminary study or whatever, put them in.”

Then she pulls out one of her wands, which she hadn’t seen before.

“A new student has arrived.

And they say they learn magic here.”

At those words, the atmosphere calmed down in an instant.

What should I say, to be precise, wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that a cold stare was stuck in me?

The group’s united gaze is so sharp that it starts to feel quite difficult to stay in this space.

Misty glared at the kids looking down on me, but what’s the difference between her and an illegitimate child?

“So, after a long time, I want to lay the groundwork.

Students dealing with metals and chemicals….”

The teacher lifts a tile from the classroom floor into the air with her cane.

She and she concocted some solution and she sprinkled it on it.

The tile melts in an instant, making a bloody sound.

“How to melt the most important, the foundation of foundations.”

Then she creates white light from her hands.

“Students who aspire to become healers learn how to steal the divine power of God.

Ah, there will be a teacher who will teach you how to dictate instead of stealing, so I’ll put that aside for later.”

After that, they make a model of a lizard that breathes fire by lighting a fire, a dragon made of water, a doll made of clay, and a wolf made of wind blowing fast enough to be seen.

In an instant, the classroom became a mess, but the children seemed to be used to it and did not blink an eye.

“Today, I will replace the class with a test on how to handle fire, water, soil and wind, which are the most basic.”

The teacher walks to the large chair next to the blackboard and sits on it, using a cane to prop up the floor.

Then the students approached the teacher and began to test something.

Do you mean learning by watching how to use something like that?

I don’t even know how to write it in the first place.

Everyone in the class made magic as easily as if it were funny and passed the test.

Some did repeat it two or three times.

Of course, Misty took less than 4 seconds and passed right away.

Quickly ending the lesson, the teacher snaps her finger at me.

I nodded her head and walked over to the teacher.

“There are two ways to learn how to use magic.

One is fast, and hurts a lot. There may be aftereffects, but somehow this seems to have been resolved.

And the other one is filthy slow, and doesn’t hurt that much. There are no sequelae. No, just forget what I said later.

Because a person who is incomparable to a healing magician came in as a teacher. What will you be coming soon?”

Then he suddenly put his hand on my forehead.

From the tips of my toes to my eyes, I feel as if my entire head is turning white.

“You must have been to the bathroom, it’s okay to scream as long as you don’t get tired like that bun-haired lady over there.”

At those words, the girl with bun hair looked at the teacher with a reddened face that looked like she was about to cry.

But she just stared, didn’t frown, and just turned her head back.

I can’t breathe.

Her limbs began to tremble.

Misty is staring at me as if it was only natural.

Although he bit his lip and looked a little worried.

It follows her from the tip of her toes to her spine and back, and starts ringing all the way to her head.

My vision is red, as if a blood vessel has burst in my eye.

The sound of something falling to the floor was heard.

Perhaps nosebleeds are coming out.

Feels like an hour has passed.

In an instant, the field of vision narrows to the inside of the black circle, and then begins to widen.

In the air, I began to see particles of something flying.

At the same time, consciousness disappears.

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When I open my eyes, I see a familiar rather than unfamiliar face.

“Eric, long time no see. He.”

“… Yeah, it’s been a while.”