Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 121

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 121

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

75. What the Hell Is That Supposed to Be?

 

 

 

 

 

100 points.

 

Naturally, it wasn’t a score I had expected.

 

Maybe 99 points, or 98 points, or even 90 points would have made sense.

 

But 100 points meant the professor was completely satisfied with my work.

 

So even I was a bit surprised, but I could understand it to some extent after Professor Denabo’s following words.

 

“Let me ask our freshmen. Do you really think this exam was simply about solving problems well?”

 

The surroundings were quiet.

 

Professor Denabo had an expression that said he expected as much.

 

“Not many students realized the true intention behind deliberately holding an exam over such an unreasonable amount of time, emphasizing multiple times that it was open book, and saying you could do anything except cheating.”

 

A 24-hour exam.

 

The rule that you could do anything ‘except cheating.’

 

Plus the condition that it was ‘open book’ and you could bring anything other than people.

 

“The core of this exam was to check how you handle the situation of an ‘exam’ as a mage and as a Magic Department student.”

 

So it was an exam with a separate intention.

 

“Of course, it would be nice if you solved the problems well too… but what’s important for a mage is understanding the environment in which problems are given, rather than the ability to solve problems.”

 

Professor Denabo made eye contact with several students, including me, and smiled slyly.

 

“Therefore, some students who received their scores now might be somewhat puzzled. ‘I didn’t even take the exam properly, so why did I get such a high score?'”

 

Several nodded their heads.

 

Probably students who took the exam in ways that were clever or excellent enough to satisfy Professor Denabo.

 

“Of course, there are also students who solved the problems well without such methods. This is also praiseworthy, and focusing on problems is also one of the virtues a mage should have.”

 

Professor Denabo then mentioned me.

 

“But there was only one student who did both well.”

 

His gaze turned to me, and then the other students’ gazes also turned toward me.

 

“Dane Sogress. Despite being a student from another department, you achieved excellent exam results. It’s unprecedented in history for a student from another department to come to the Magic Department and achieve such outstanding grades.”

 

Amid the mixed gazes of envy, jealousy, and amazement directed at me, Professor Denabo added:

 

“The idea of summoning a summoned beast was excellent. The point about receiving various buffs from that summoned beast was also great. And… the problem-solving was also perfect. Better than any other student.”

 

I felt slightly embarrassed.

 

“Everyone should learn from Dane Sogress. Not because he did well on a Magic Department exam as a student from another department, but learn from the problem-solving ability and situational awareness that Dane Sogress demonstrated.”

 

When Professor Denabo clapped, the other students’ applause followed.

 

By the way, Professor Denabo’s gaze toward me seems unusual.

 

I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before…

 

Right.

 

I think Professor Delfineso looked at me like that.

 

That look in his eyes when he was being greedy while looking at me.

 

Is being too good also a problem?

 

“Sorry to the other students, but it’s the first time I’ve been so tempted by a student from another department.”

 

Just as I thought.

 

Professor Denabo’s eyes were sparkling.

 

Anyway, from then on, problem-solving and feedback continued.

 

A department head is a department head.

 

He explained those difficult problems with clear solutions.

 

Most of them weren’t much different from the answer sheets and solution processes I had written, but there were also answers that stood out in terms of experiential aspects of magic.

 

I kept all of those things in my head, and when the feedback ended and I was about to leave the lecture hall, I encountered that fellow Altur.

 

“Haven’t given up yet?”

 

“…”

 

How many times is this now?

 

Coming to find me and recommending that I join the student council.

 

“Really no thoughts about it?”

 

“I said no.”

 

“If you just come, you could become the center of the Academy?”

 

“Why bother?”

 

The meaning is twofold.

 

One is whether I need to become the center.

 

The other is—

 

I can become the center even without going to the student council.

 

Of course, how you interpret it is up to you.

 

“You’re really a unique fellow. Would you have been the same even if you weren’t a Sogress?”

 

“Well. Right now it doesn’t seem to have much to do with the family.”

 

Student council recruitment.

 

They say if I just join, I can get an executive position and even rise to an important position that determines the Academy’s future policies.

 

But it doesn’t appeal to me.

 

Rather, I’m curious.

 

“Why are you making such offers? I’ve refused several times.”

 

This fellow’s intention.

 

Unless there’s a very important reason to drag me into the student council, he would normally give up after this many rejections.

 

Because this fellow and I weren’t acquainted from the beginning.

 

“…”

 

Is it real?

 

If so, that means…

 

“Did a professor tell you to do this?”

 

I can see it.

 

The face that reacts for a moment.

 

He pretends otherwise, but anyone can see it seems right.

 

“Sorry for not meeting expectations, but I’m not interested.”

 

Altur asked urgently.

 

“Is, is there anything you want? If it’s something I can do…”

 

There is something.

 

Information about the Magic Kingdom Arcana?

 

But I don’t think this fellow or the person who ordered him to do this could provide that.

 

Even if they could, I have no intention of going.

 

“There isn’t.”

 

“…”

 

I said to the fellow who had become dejected:

 

“The result will be the same next time too, so I hope you won’t make a wasted trip.”

 

Refusing is fine once or twice.

 

If it continues after this, it’ll be annoying.

 

By the way, at this point I’m curious.

 

The intention behind this student council recruitment is obvious, but what kind of person gave Altur the orders?

 

“Hehe. Are you already close with the Magic Department seniors?”

 

Ah.

 

Could it be this person?

 

I spotted Professor Denabo approaching with a shameless smile.

 

“Altur, he’s a student from another department, but is this really okay?”

 

“Ah, P-Professor. Hello.”

 

“Hehe. Dane’s talent is so outstanding that our Altur seems to be quite interested.”

 

Interesting?

 

I noticed Altur’s appearance, who seemed to be trembling strangely beyond just being flustered.

 

Why is he afraid?

 

“P-Professor. I was just making a student council proposal.”

 

Even considering he’s the supervising professor, this seems to go beyond the level of pressure from hierarchical relationships.

 

No matter what, there’s no reason for a fellow who’s already a 5th year and even serves as the 5th year representative to tremble like that in front of the Department Head.

 

“Huh, student council? You mean you’d make a student council proposal to a student from another department? Hahaha. Fellow, you have quite a good eye.”

 

“Th-thank you.”

 

Professor Denabo turned his gaze toward me.

 

“Well then, think about it slowly. It will be of great help to you. Think of it as being together with seniors and juniors who will push and pull for you, so there’s no burden.”

 

He gave a good-natured smile and patted my shoulder, then said to Altur.

 

“You must do well.”

 

Is it my imagination if I feel there’s a subtle meaning to that?

 

Well, it’s not really something I need to worry about.

 

“Professor, I have another lecture, so I’ll go ahead first.”

 

“Oh, right. It seems I’ve kept you too long. Go ahead.”

 

There’s nothing good about staying long.

 

As I left, I looked back and forth between Altur’s expression and Professor Denabo’s face.

 

And when I had some time and stopped by Big Sister’s Research Lab, I came to a rough conclusion.

 

“Altur? The fact that Professor Denabo treats him almost like a slave is something everyone who knows, knows. But why are you suddenly asking about that?”

 

I told Big Sister what had just happened, and Big Sister sighed.

 

“That professor never changes. He tried to do the same thing to me.”

 

“To you, Sister?”

 

“Yeah. I didn’t mention it because I didn’t think you needed to know yet, but he tried to do the same to me. Trying to make me his person. I refused. Because I could see his intentions.”

 

It seems Big Sister received a similar proposal.

 

“He’s always looking for kids with good talent that he can use like his hands and feet. That professor does. Because it’s convenient for him. Well, I didn’t fall for it because our family is what it is, but Altur is different.”

 

I heard that Altur’s family doesn’t have much power.

 

So that was it.

 

“He does that to kids who have outstanding talent but low family prestige, making their path to success ambiguous, using advancement as bait. He’s a cunning person. Really bad.”

 

Big Sister then speculated.

 

“If he’s having Altur propose joining the student council… it’s almost the same as what he did to me. He told me he’d make me student council president from my first year. Since you’re from another department, he probably tried to entice you with the student council.”

 

“I did well not to accept it?”

 

“Of course. I mean, I would have liked it if you had gone to the Magic Department, Dane, but that doesn’t mean I want you to be dragged around by professors.”

 

Advice followed as well.

 

“He’s a scary person. Professor Denabo. Not just his skills, but he goes beyond making people his allies to making them unconditionally follow his orders. Like puppet dolls. So be careful. You need to refuse well too.”

 

Hmm.

 

This is also politics, if you call it politics.

 

It’s a bit difficult, but still, wouldn’t it be manageable?

 

“Maybe because it’s you, Dane, he might throw bait that can’t even be compared to the student council. For example… early employment at a Magic Tower?”

 

“Early employment?”

 

“It’s a proposal that Magic Department kids absolutely can’t refuse. Getting a job at a famous Magic Tower is a great honor for anyone.”

 

Big Sister then suddenly tilted her head.

 

“No. Because it’s you, Dane, he might propose something else?”

 

“Something else?”

 

“Hmm. Maybe something sweeter than early employment?”

 

I shrugged my shoulders.

 

“What could be better than Ancient Magic Power?”

 

“That’s true. Actually, I’m envious of that too. Professor Denabo would probably be envious too?”

 

Well, anyway, the conclusion is that I have no intention of accepting whatever proposal he makes.

 

I’d rather not have people who bother me in Academy life increasing one by one like this, but still, let’s think positively since it means they recognize me.

 

“He’ll probably call for you soon. You don’t need to steel your heart that much, just refuse as softly and tactfully as possible.”

 

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

 

I also mentioned the test results.

 

“By the way, you got 100 points on Professor Denabo’s test? Our youngest is amazing?”

 

“It’s thanks to my summoned creature.”

 

“But you’re the one who solved the problems, right? I couldn’t even get 100 points. I got so frustrated while solving it that I just left.”

 

I can imagine it.

 

Big Sister’s freshman days during her turbulent period.

 

Is that why Professor Denabo didn’t mess with her more?

 

“Father and Mother will be happy. Make sure to tell them, okay?”

 

“Of course. Naturally. I was going to tell them together when the other test results come out.”

 

“Oh, that’s right. How did the other tests go?”

 

The test results for other lectures were of course perfect too.

 

Summoning Department lecture.

 

Spear Arts Department lecture.

 

Two liberal arts lectures.

 

Plus Introduction to Military Science.

 

“Professor Gabius doesn’t know how to give up?”

 

“The Graduate School proposal must be the twentieth time already?”

 

“Amazing, truly amazing. How much he must like you.”

 

If I had to pick the most persistent person I’ve seen so far, I think I could choose Professor Gabius.

 

Professor Gabius made another Graduate School proposal to me even at the place where test results were announced.

 

It’s so scary, how can I attend lectures?

 

“So our youngest will become the top student of the first semester?”

 

“We’ll have to wait and see until the end.”

 

“Hmm. In this sister’s prediction, it seems almost certain? Oh my, you precious thing.”

 

Big Sister grabbed both my cheeks and stretched them to both sides, just like she did when I was a baby.

 

When I frowned and puffed up my cheeks, her hands bounced away with a pop.

 

I brought up a story I had thought of in advance to stop Big Sister’s approaching hands again.

 

“Sister, that’s right. I have something to tell you.”

 

“What now?”

 

“This.”

 

What I took out from subspace was an Illusion Generator.

 

“I modified it slightly for training, and I was wondering if there’s room for further development.”

 

“Modified?”

 

Big Sister asked back in a somewhat surprised voice, asking what I meant, then quickly picked up the Illusion Generator.

 

“Yeah. So that a weak current flows when you touch the illusion.”

 

“A-a current flows when you touch the illusion?”

 

“Why?”

 

Big Sister’s reaction is unusual.

 

Big Sister immediately activated the Illusion Generator, created an illusion of a small summoned creature, and infused it with mana.

 

Then she lightly brought her hand to it, confirmed that current was flowing, and muttered blankly.

 

“…This is impossible.”

 

“What’s impossible?”

 

Big Sister suddenly stood up and grabbed my shoulders.

 

“Dane. Do you even know what you’ve accomplished?”

 

Why, for just slightly tinkering with and modifying an Illusion Generator?

 

“Making magic applicable to illusions is incredibly difficult. It’s not a matter of invention, but about ‘mana bestowal.'”

 

Mana Infusion.

 

I’ve heard of it before.

 

It’s about projecting mana onto a target temporarily, semi-permanently, or even permanently if the skill level is high enough, to give it specific properties.

 

Come to think of it, since I applied magic to an illusion, it would indeed be Mana Infusion.

 

“Have you ever learned about Mana Infusion?”

 

I shook my head.

 

And I could see Big Sister’s mouth slowly falling open.

 

“…Now you can even use Mana Infusion.”

 

Big Sister let out a hollow laugh.

 

“No wonder the Department Heads are desperately trying to get their hands on this kid…”

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