A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special - Chapter 92

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A Returner’s Magic Must Be Special

Episode 92. They Move Forward (2)

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With the party growing to seven members, Dezir’s team had squeezed another sofa into the office.
Priscilla had thought the space quite spacious during her last visit, but now seven people working there seemed to make it just a touch cramped.
Yet she harbored not the slightest complaint. The office was incomparably better than the one her previous party had occupied.
At the very least, this place did not reek of sewage, the chairs and tables still had all four legs intact, and the walls bore no mold instead of wallpaper. If anything, someone had cleaned so thoroughly that the floor gleamed like a mirror.
‘The cleaning job is really impressive. Compared to the Beta Class office, this might as well be heaven. But…’
Priscilla glanced about, trying not to let her nervousness show. The office was crowded with assembled party members—Dezir, the party leader, had summoned them all.
‘I wish the party members could be friendlier.’
Priscilla had tried to strike up conversation with the newcomers who had joined alongside her, but it proved difficult.
Like her, they were from Beta Class—two brothers named Ren and Takiran—but their massive frames, being swordsmen, left her too intimidated to dare speak.
As Priscilla sighed and turned her gaze elsewhere, she found Azest there, calmly reading a book.
Her platinum hair flowed past her waist with a lustrous sheen, and even beneath that expressionless face, an unmistakable beauty radiated from her.
Priscilla sensed an unapproachable nobility emanating from Azest.
‘Absolutely impossible.’
She quickly abandoned the idea of addressing Azest. While her own timidity played a role, anyone would have found it difficult to speak to her.
Shifting her gaze once more, Priscilla’s eyes landed on a girl slouched in a rocking chair, head cradled in her hands.
“Ah!”
Spotting Romantika, Priscilla couldn’t help but let out a small exclamation of relief. She’d seen her once before when she came to join the party.
Thinking it would surely be easy to talk to her, Priscilla moved to approach. But she quickly realized her mistake.
She had assumed Romantika was cradling her head in thought, but upon closer inspection, a prominent lump protruded from her forehead.
With such a furious expression on her face, Romantika looked positively fierce.
‘She’s in no state to chat with right now.’
There seemed to be no one in the office with whom she could have a pleasant, relaxed conversation. In other words, she’d have to remain in this awkward atmosphere…
‘But I suppose there’s nothing for it.’
Just give up. Giving up makes things easier.
Priscilla decided to keep her mouth shut.
Then someone approached her.
“Good to see you again, Priscilla.”
It was Fram. He smiled warmly and handed her a steaming teacup.
“Ah, yes. It’s nice to see you too, Fram.”
“There’s no need to be so nervous, Priscilla. Romantika just needs some time alone for now.”
“I-is that so?”
“Of course. She’s actually quite kind. I’m sure you’ll become close soon enough. Oh, is the seat next to me alright?”
“Of course it is.”
“I’ll be sitting right next to you, so feel free to ask me anything if you’re unsure. It’s all new, so plenty will feel unfamiliar.”
“Th-thank you so much.”
“What’s there to thank me for? We’re all one family now.”
He’s an angel. This person is definitely an angel.
Priscilla felt certain of it.
Just then, Dezir pushed open the office door and entered.
“Everyone’s gathered.”
He scanned the room once, then spoke.
“The reason I called you all here is… but Romantika, what’s wrong with your forehead?”
At Dezir’s question, Romantika answered with a menacing expression.
“Don’t ask.”
…
Sensing something ominous in her tone, Dezir decided against pressing further—pressing her seemed like it would end badly for him.
He turned his head and continued.
“I’m not sure if everyone knows, but there is an Inter-Party Championship in the second semester.”
Everyone nodded in acknowledgment, though Priscilla alone looked bewildered.
Fram, noticing this, whispered an explanation to her.
“The Inter-Party Championship is a tournament where every party within Hebrion Academy participates and tests their strength against one another.”
“So it’s something like a Promotion Exam?”
“It’s different. The Promotion Exam evaluates individuals only, and parties are merely a means of cooperation. But the Inter-Party Championship values how you act as a party far more than individual strength. And unlike the Promotion Exams, which are divided by year, all grades participate together.”
Because students in Alpha Class and Beta Class showed increasingly wider gaps in ability as they advanced, the tournament had effectively become a stage dominated by Alpha Class.
“Naturally, our party will participate, and needless to say, we must perform well. But I have no intention of settling for merely decent results.”
Dezir spoke calmly, as though the matter were trivial.
“We will win the championship this time.”
Priscilla gasped, drawing in a sharp breath. Her face had gone pale as she spoke toward Fram.
“I didn’t mishear that, did I?”
“……You heard correctly, Priscilla.”
“B-but winning the championship means…….”
“It means crushing every party, including the Blue Moon Party. It means standing at the pinnacle of Hebrion Academy.”
“How can you speak of something so enormous so lightly?”
“You’ll grow accustomed to it. Dezir has always been this way. And…….”
Fram turned his gaze toward Dezir as he spoke.
“He’s always achieved what he set out to do.”
“……!”
Priscilla closed her mouth. Unlike her, another student voiced objection.
“Did you say championship?”
Takiran sat up.
“Is there some problem?”
“A question of realism. I know your party is impressive—that’s why we joined in the first place. But listen……. You just said the Inter-Party Championship is different from the Promotion Exam, didn’t you?”
Dezir nodded.
“That’s right. Because all grades participate in the Inter-Party Championship, the gap between parties widens considerably. But it’s entirely possible.”
“What…….”
Takiran felt frustrated, as if Dezir were chasing a dream disconnected from reality.
Azest, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, also spoke up.
“Dezir, what’s the point in being so fixated on winning the championship? Our party is already receiving sufficient support, and I don’t think that’s what we need right now.”
“A good question, Azest.”
Dezir’s party had already been receiving considerable support from the Magic Tower. Financially, they lacked for nothing.
“As you say, our party receives the highest level of support from the Magic Tower. We rose to Single Ranker status from a Beta Class background and gained renown through the Deltaheim incident.”
Dezir’s party, backed by the support of the Magic Tower—the premier sponsor—wanted for no funds.
Their reputation was hardly inferior to that of the Blue Moon Party.
“But my reason for forming this party and aiming for Single Ranker status was never for personal gain.”
As Dezir looked between them, Fram and Romantika nodded.

To prove their own capabilities and overturn Hebrion Academy’s educational system—the one that dismissed commoners as incapable and neglected their education.

Dezir’s ultimate goal was to use this as a signal to prepare defenses against the Shadow Labyrinth, but there was no need to speak of plans so distant.
“The reason Hebrion Academy doesn’t provide proper education to Beta Class is simple. They don’t believe it’s worth the effort. They claim it’s a population that yields no results compared to the nobility, no matter how much you teach them.”
The commoner-born professors had done their best, but the noble professors couldn’t even bring themselves to teach them.
At this point, with the majority of Hebrion Academy’s professors being noble, it was virtually certain that Beta Class students would never receive proper education.
Ren, Takiran, and Priscilla unconsciously bit their lips.
They were angry—at those who refused to see anything, and at their own inability to show anything.
“Everyone who joined the party today is from Beta Class. What did you learn in today’s lecture? Priscilla, answer me.”
“……Mostly self-study.”
“Ren and Takiran, what about you? Have you made any progress since admission? If my words are wrong, then refute me.”
No one could speak.
Dezir’s words struck at the Beta Class reality with brutal accuracy.
“You are indeed inferior to Alpha Class students in ability. But that is not because you are inadequate or lacking talent. And it has nothing to do with being commoners.”
Dezir raised his voice.
“What is social status? Such a thing cannot possibly be the measure by which you are judged. You simply have not been taught.”
Everyone concentrated on his words.
“I am not arguing anything extraordinary. I merely wish for all to be equal. If commoners like you were to stand at the pinnacle of Hebrion Academy, we could show everyone that commoners can achieve things when given the chance to learn. If this continues, even the nobility will have no choice but to acknowledge this truth. At the very least, the academy’s excuse for treating Beta Class poorly will vanish.”

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