Prologue
There was a terrifying legend in the academy.
You know, if you dont practice more, youll end up like Ruin Ardell.
Dude, senior will hear you.
Who cares? Its the truth.
Ruin Ardell
A na synonymous with a failed magician.
A testant to failure.
Those greenhorn underclassn used the na behind my back to motivate others to study.
My damned na.
When this happened, I put my hand on their shoulders, smiled sincerely, and said this.
Hes right, you know. If you keep that up, youll beco like .
S-Senior!
I-I apologize.
I was kind of a maverick of the academy.
Well, currently I was a typical example of a failed magician.
S-Sir.
What is it?
Can I ask just one question?
What?
When you first entered the academy, did you really enter as the best of the class?
Soone worthy enough to enter the academy as the best of the class.
At first, I was more talented than anyone.
At first, I was the most promising magician.
I was soone smart enough to morise most of the magic theories in the world.
While reminiscing about my glory days, I said,
Yes. I was the best."
* * *
Most people knew the feeling of reminiscing about a better past.
That included , since I used to be pretty well off.
Entering the Academy at the age of 10, most people in my vicinity associated the na Ruin Ardell with Magic Genius.
The son of a no-na countryside noble.
A small dragon born in the wasteland known as the Ardell Territory, which couldnt produce a single magician, let alone a court magician.
Thats right.
The dragon was born from nothing.
At age 6, I felt mana for the first ti.
At age 7, I succeeded in materialising that mana.
At age 9, I successfully initiated 1st-circle spells without any tutelage.
On the year of my 10th birthday, I entered the Ignit Magic Academy, and was the best in the class, beating the children of many other prestigious families.
The Best.
I stood at the podium as the student representative, and many eyes stared at with jealousy.
However
Wow, youre so gullible. Dont you know hes actually that?
What?
One sumr night, the prestige of being the best disappeared like it was just a dream.
My level now wasnt the best, nor the second best.
That one with Evocation Inability Disorder.
Evocation inability?
The worst.
A curse that magicians were too fearful to even say.
I was able to sense mana and materialise it.
But that was it.
My spells only floated around on my palm.
They couldnt move more than a ter from my body.
It was because I lacked the innate ability to release magic.
In dical terms, Mana Extension Inability Disorder.
Well, thats that. An Ardell? It seed weird he used to be the best when hes from so no-na family.
Yeah Ruin, who are you to be a Magic Genius? A family with no prestigious bloodline is bound to be like this.
The fall from a Magic Genius to a Magic Cripple didnt take long at all.
A minor countryside noble who had their glorious title as Best disappear.
A magician who couldnt release magic. When hit with such a harsh reality, what do you think happened to that cursed boy?
Did he give up?
Did he run away?
No.
Why do you keep coming to class?
He probably cant accept his inevitable failure.
Even that thing can be tenacious.
I never gave up.
It had already been 6 years since I was trapped in that dark cave of despair.
Even though my magic talent had stagnated ever since I turned 10, I was still attending the academy.
* * *
One of the underclassn who was quietly listening to my story suddenly asked a question.
Why?
Huh?
Why do you still attend the academy? Evocation Inability Disorder. Its an innate problem that cant be fixed by effort alone. You yourself should know that this is futile, so why do you keep coming?
The curious student seed to be very serious in his question.
Well, why wouldnt they be?
A Legend of the Academy! (Not in a good way)The failure of a student who refuses to die, Ruin Ardell!Why is this damned upperclassman who cant even beco a magician still in the academy!
It was understandable that they would ask why Im still living like this while paying that expensive school fee.
I looked at the underclassman straight on and said this,
It really piques curiosity, doesnt it? Why Im still not leaving the academy.
The student, as if they were waiting for , imdiately nodded their head.
Yes!
Are you confident that, if I tell you, you can promise to never talk about behind my back again?
Of course! Ill even beat up anyone who dares to talk badly about you!
Is that so? Can I trust you?
You can trust .
Then Ill tell you. The reason I havent left the academy and am still attending it 6 years later is
is?
As they sat waiting seriously for the answer, I choked on my laugh and grinned at them.
is because the food at the cafeteria is too good.
What?
Im dead serious. You know the chicken soup they serve on Friday morning? Its almost a specialty of the academy. Soups from other restaurants are like water now that Im used to this beauty
Huh? What the hell is that?!
HA!
I couldnt hold back my laugh after seeing them complaining.
As always, talking with people was great.
Its a joke, just a joke.
Obviously its a joke!
The underclassman was pouting, so I patted them on the back.
You asked before, right? Why Im not giving up, even though its hopeless.
Eh? Ah, yes.
Ill answer your question. Before that, Ill give you a bit of advice as your senior.
A bitter chuckle escaped at the notion of senior.
But I told him my advice, a light smile on my face.
Never give up.
Thats it.
If you do this, whatever you thought impossible will beco possible. Miracles only co to those who endure it to the end.
Do not ever give up.
Even when trapped in that gloomy, pitch-black darkness, one would find a path to freedom.
The ones who found those paths were those that never gave up.
This I knew.
I had personally experienced this, even with the death sentence to magicians known as Mana Extension Inability Disorder.
This was how,
I saw that miracle.
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