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 29

To conclude, Mu was undoubtedly a genius.

No, considering the precedent set by Eve, it has rather reached the level of a genius beyond that.

It’s only been two months since you came to my classroom, and you’ve already improved almost all the elemental magic you’ve learned.

Also, the improvement in skill level was extraordinary.

Now, I can use magic of all attributes up to E rank, and the ones I’m relatively good at—fire, lightning, and darkness—reach D rank.

On the other hand, the only talent he had was for magic, and everything else was a complete mess.

Even though I let them try holding the sword, they couldn’t even swing it properly.

In the end, I got so bored that I let go of it.

The incredible focus when improving the magic formula and the dignified atmosphere when casting spells are completely absent.

The vacant expression and eyes didn’t change at all.

I can confidently say that I have absolutely no talent for handling weapons.

Rather, one could say that they have abandoned other talents and dedicated all their efforts to specializing in magic.

“By the way, what’s the class on Mark Magica like?”

One evening, while I was relaxing in the living room, I asked Mu, who was sitting blankly in front of me.

Mu, who had been staring into space, directed his gaze at me without changing his expression.

“One teacher, many students”

“I guess it really is just like a regular classroom.”

“Typical?”

“No, it’s my turn to talk. I heard from a magician from Mark Magica before, but it hasn’t changed at all.”

As I reminisced and grumbled, Mu reacted slightly.

“Do you have any Mark Magica?”

“Oh? Are you asking if I’ve been there?”

Mu is not very good at speaking, or rather, he mostly talks in single words.

After a few months of being together, I became somewhat able to understand what they wanted to say, but even so, there were still times when I had to ask for clarification like this.

“Yes”

Mu nods with a slight bob.

The words seem insufficient, and although there are few changes in facial expressions, there is a strong impression of gestures and movements.

“There is. I’ve been there a few times for requests. But, well… there are quite a few introverted people there, so it doesn’t really suit me…”

“Yeah… classes, the magic tower, the same.”

“Oh, is that so? He hadn’t been to the magic tower, so this is the first I’ve heard of it… Don’t you want to go to the magic tower?”

A facility called the “Magic Tower” where one can study magic and enhance their own magical abilities.

The towering spire in Mark Magica seems to be a place similar to a university on Earth.

The adventurer I heard about didn’t choose that path, but apparently, highly skilled wizards sometimes do.

In response to the question, Mu shook his head.

“I’m not interested.”

“Is that so? Looking at how much your magic has grown now, it seems like you could get in…”

“Endy, do you want to enter the magic tower?”

“Mm…”

I’ll think about it.

If you enter the Magic Tower, you will likely be able to further enhance Mu’s abilities.

No, rather, her overwhelming talent might even put her in a position to teach others.

An educator of the magic tower pursuing the pinnacle of magic in this world.

That must be a job with a really good salary.

“……cash cow”

Was my wicked thought showing on my face? I got glared at by Mu with a sidelong glance.

If I were to mention one failure in guiding Mu, it would be that I initially conveyed that I was only interested in money.

Although it is a fact, there have been many times when I wished I had kept it hidden.

“Ah, it’s almost dinner time. I guess it’s about time for you to start making dinner too.”

“Forcefully changing the subject”

“Alright, let’s do this. Hurry up and come here.”

It was still a bit noisy, but when I told Mu to come over while ignoring it, Mu reluctantly stood up from the chair and followed me.

I moved to the nearby kitchen and lined up.

“Have you ever cooked before?”

“Not there”

“…It was the same when I was teaching you how to clean and do laundry, but you shouldn’t say it so boldly, okay?”

After living together for a few months, I’ve come to realize that Mu’s family, the Asgard family, seems to be quite well-off.

When I asked, it turns out my father is assisting the associate professor at the Magic Tower.

Although it wasn’t as good a life as that of a noble with a territory, I heard there were butlers and maids.

So, it means they have no cooking experience either.

That said, since I’ve already learned to clean and do laundry, I should be able to cook too.

I thought so, but…

“Hey, wait a minute, why did you try to add it by eyeballing it instead of measuring?”

“？ I roughly understand.”

“There’s no way this isn’t too much!”

At this point, an unexpected problem has arisen.

“You bastard, what did you put in there! Why is the stew turning red?”

“Secret ingredient, red fruit”

“Is there an idiot who puts in the spicy stuff? I mean, the recipe is written on paper, so why don’t you just follow it?”

“Improvement, good.”

“Do you think there’s a good reason for this? You little brat!”

Sad news, Mu, I can’t cook at all.

Even though there is a carefully written recipe, they don’t measure the ingredients they add and try to make alterations.

It seems that because they can improve the magic formulas themselves, they also change the cooking recipes.

As a result, what was created was a contradictory work called “Crimson Stew.”

What is this? Just looking at it makes my eyes hurt.

“……I made it in a small pot because it was just a trial…… I could have given a certificate to my past self.”

“Masterpiece, completed.”

“There’s no way that’s true, it’s a complete failure!”

“Unbelievable, it’s definitely delicious.”

It seems that Mu, who made the contradictory stew, doesn’t think her cooking is wrong at all.

The expression is serious, and the eyes are straight.

Seeing her like that, a possibility emerged within me.

(……It happens sometimes, right? Something that looks terrible but actually tastes delicious, that kind of scenario.)

It was already a story from anime or manga, but Mu seemed to have so much confidence that it felt like it could actually happen.

That’s right, this guy is a genius at magic, so he might be a genius at cooking too, or at least that’s what I thought.

With trepidation, I scoop the contradictory stew from the pot with a spoon and, steeling myself, bring it to my mouth.

The stew that looks and smells terrible is actually very delicious when you try it…

“Spicy! Damn spicy! And disgusting!”

There was no way it could exist.

The spiciness is not like that of curry, but rather a sour spiciness with a bad aftertaste.

It’s so unappetizing that I can’t help but wonder what on earth they did to make such a terrible meal.

“Cough! Cough! It’s stuck in my throat… ugh…”

Even though I immediately pour the water next to me, the aftertaste still doesn’t go away easily.

The taste was so bad that I felt a bit dizzy.

“Endy, excuse me.”

“Idiot! You, try eating it!”

Without thinking, I thrust the spoon towards Mu and take another sip of water.

Even so, the aftertaste wouldn’t go away, and I was starting to feel sick.

After a little while, Mu took a spoon in hand and scooped the contradictory stew from the pot.

And after pausing for just a moment, he brought it to his mouth.

Savoring it, chewing. The small throat moved.

Delicious

“……No way.”

Sad news, Mu-san had a terrible palate.

Since he eats the dishes I usually make with a good appetite, he might have a wide range of things he can eat.

I was a bit annoyed. You should just eat the grass growing around here.

“You are banned from entering the kitchen and cooking.”

“Eh”

“You’re banned from cooking for life. I’ll handle the cooking, got it?”

“No… I want to cook.”

“Is, is, it?”

“……Hmm”

It was the time I swore never to let Mu cook again.