The Hero Creation Classroom of a Reincarnated Ordinary Person: After Reaching My Limit As An Adventurer, I Reluctantly Opened A Classroom In The Countryside To Earn Money For The Future, And My Student Became The Strongest - Episode 24

I realized I was different from others when I was six years old.

As my first spell, I was told to demonstrate the power of the fireball.

I couldn’t even activate that magic.

At first, I thought it was some kind of mistake.

I checked multiple times and attempted to activate it again.

However, it didn’t activate.

I wasn’t the only one who was confused.

The butler checking my bracelet, my mother verifying the magic formula, and my father tilting his head.

I remember everyone was in a panic.

But despite the efforts of many people, it ultimately never came to fruition.

“The young lady… it seems she has an illness that makes it difficult to cast magic, though the cause is unknown.”

The doctor’s words still linger in my ears.

Even though I have magical power within me, I can’t convert it into magic; that’s my illness.

At first, both the father and mother were saddened by the doctor’s words.

Even so, they told us to leave it to ourselves, the excellent magicians.

Two years later, my father stopped teaching me magic.

Another two years passed, and my mother also stopped teaching. By this time, my father wouldn’t even look me in the eye.

And then, two years later, I was told that my father and mother had adopted a child.

By this time, neither my father nor my mother was looking at me anymore.

I was already pouring my love into the adopted child who would likely inherit the family.

“If I had known a little earlier that that couldn’t be used, I would have arranged for another person.”

I almost threw up upon accidentally hearing those words.

In a somewhat small mansion, I became just an existence that lives there.

Until then, what had been given was never taken away, but there was no longer anything to be given.

And then, three years later, at the age of 14, I began attending a magic school.

For the sake of appearances, even though I couldn’t use magic, my parents made me attend.

“Go to magic school. I’ll pay.”

That was the terribly short conversation I had with my father after a long time.

In the brief time we spoke in my father’s office, all he gave me were words, and he never once looked at me.

The magic school will be a dormitory life, and I will be separated from my family.

Since I was originally alone at home, it wasn’t that difficult for me, but communication with my classmates was challenging.

Maybe because I hadn’t talked to anyone at home, I had become bad at speaking.

But it soon became a minor issue.

I can’t make any friends anymore.

“Oh? You are the young lady of the Asgard family? Hehe, nice to meet you, I’m Claudia Glasswand. I’m looking forward to competing in magic… Hey, sickly one?”

The first person to be noticed in the magic classroom was Claudia from the prestigious magical family, the Glasswand family.

My parents, my father was helping as an assistant professor at the Magic Tower, and my mother also studied at the Magic Tower in the past.

Therefore, many people knew about my house.

There is also the good point that we are a family of reasonably skilled wizards.

Of course, there’s also the downside that I can’t use magic well.

From Claudia, who hails from the prestigious magical family of Glasswand, it must have been the perfect prey.

The family name was impressive, but I, who was sick and couldn’t use magic properly, was subjected to horrific harassment by her.

“Can’t even use a fireball properly, and what kind of Asgard family are you? It’s laughable.”

Shut up. I didn’t choose to be born into that family.

“Mu-san? You should put more effort into your studies, you know? If you don’t work hard, you won’t be able to keep up with the classes.”

Shut up. I’m studying so hard that I barely have time to sleep.

But no matter how much I study, I don’t seem to improve at all.

“That’s right! I plan to study at the magic tower soon. Then, if I remember, I will also research Mr. Mu’s illness for you.”

Shut up. Go to the magic tower or whatever, I don’t care.

Leave me alone.

I’ve lost count of the times I’ve been talked about behind my back and the times I’ve been directly insulted.

I tried to ignore it with a blank expression and not say a word, but that didn’t mean anything either.

And the insults directed at me intensified when I returned home during the long break.

“We’ve received complaints from the school. Your attitude is bad, you’re disturbing other students, and your grades are poor… honestly…”

I was called by my father and told that.

“Can’t you even manage a proper school life?”

I told them that was wrong.

I told them that at school, I was being gossiped about and verbally abused by people, including Claudia.

I intended to convey that I wasn’t being a hindrance, but I couldn’t express it well.

But even if I had said it well, my father’s answer probably wouldn’t have changed.

“It’s your fault for not being able to do it.”

I also conveyed that it was due to the illness.

“Even if it’s an illness, it’s still a fact. Including that, isn’t it your fault? Reflect on it and behave yourself.”

Ah, I thought, this person is no longer my father.

My beloved father, who was kind to me when I was young, is no longer here.

Because I got sick, they stopped taking care of me.

Is it your fault? Indeed, it might be my fault.

But if that’s the case, why did you give birth in this condition?

If we’re talking about the root of the problem, isn’t it you guys who are at fault?

The moment I thought that, I no longer cared about anything.

The colors have disappeared from the world, and the sounds of emotions that were almost nonexistent until now have completely vanished.

That night, I took everything I had received so far and left the house.

Thinking that I would never return again, I dashed out of the house and didn’t look back.

I exchanged the items I had taken from the nearby town for money and set off on a journey in a magical carriage.

Even if I went north, I couldn’t leave the Mark Magica, and it seemed to end up in the sea, so I headed south to the country of Cielaira.

The journey was enjoyable at first.

The scenery I saw for the first time was fresh, and I also met kind people.

I felt like I could go anywhere from here.

But the travel funds quickly ran out.

No matter how much I had saved up until now, since I hadn’t received anything for a long time, the only things that could be exchanged for money were what I had received in my childhood.

Eventually, the money for the magic carriage ran out, and I had to start walking.

Eventually, I ran out of money to buy food, and I started to seriously think about what to do next.

Before I knew it, I had come to the western edge of Cielaira.

Even if we continue west and enter the Seiran Kingdom, nothing will change.

I was thinking about giving up and going back to my parents’ house.

I really hate it, but at least there’s a roof over my head and I can manage my hunger somehow.

Ah, but over there, there’s no future, no hope, no love, nothing at all. I don’t like it, I don’t want to go back.

How could I think such a thing?

I hated both the past and the present, and it was painful to move forward as it was to go back, so I wandered aimlessly, not knowing what to do.

I think I was just walking like a ghost, without thinking about anything.

And then walking, continuing to walk.

In front of the single-story house I found in the forest.

So, I couldn’t withstand the hunger and collapsed.

That place was the place of destiny for me.