Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 18



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 18

Paper Bird (4)

… … In my life, I think I’ve suffered quite a few unfair things that I don’t know about. These are irresistible events that cannot be changed by my own power, whether there is a return or not.

My mother, whose face I can’t even remember, died of neglect in the hospital, my father died after being betrayed by the family he had been loyal to all his life, and I developed brain tumor, leukemia, and danjeon cancer one after another.

It felt like the world was talking to me.

You are a person who should not live. He was born wrong.

This dog is the same world.

“… … Let’s see.”

Nevertheless, I came back to life and am here in Endex’s library.

[For magicians, even middle school students can understand]

[From magic to magic formula]

Magic.

I plan to study again the science that forms the basis of magic formulas and magic spells.

Both then and now, I was mostly a Mapoja – a reporter for Mahak.

I got a perfect score in theory by cheating using “Notepad,” but almost failed the practical exam. In that way, I achieved a balance of just D.

“after.”

After borrowing three or four books on the first floor, I went up to the third floor and sat down.

I won’t be using “Notepad.”

It doesn’t have enough space, and I wanted to find out the difference between studying on my own and memorizing things in a “notepad.”

I opened my first magic textbook.

——[Magic that even middle school students understand: Introduction]——

Magic is the study of magic. It is a study that calculates, analyzes, and compares horsepower. You don’t have to think about it too hard. ‘Mathematics that quantifies horsepower and derives answers using various formulas’… … .

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It was a time when I was concentrating hard and reading.

A good scent wafted in from somewhere.

It felt like a flower had bloomed on the tip of my nose, and instead of a flower, someone sat across from me.

A woman who appears without a word and puts down her book first.

She rests her chin on one hand and turns the pages of a book, muttering to herself.

“Even middle school students understand magic… … The level is dropping. “Are you a monkey?”

I saw her. It gave the impression that booty and tits were flowing. It seemed like he was making excuses for boasting things like “I am a noble.”

“Congratulations on failing. “Please drop out now.”

Her name, who urges you to drop out in a calm tone, is Elise Petra.

He is a private school and medical conglomerate who owns Petra Magic University, University Hospital, and several other large hospitals of the ‘level’ university hospital level, and is the ban of Baresi Petra, a second-term lawmaker.

“Nope.”

I hate and loathe this person quite a bit. The reason I was bullied was actually because of this woman.

She said expressionlessly.

“then. “Can you handle it?”

A short warning delivered with his eyes still fixed on his book.

I glanced at it and saw that it was a university-level textbook called “Magic Algorithm.”

I asked briefly.

“What can you handle? “What kind of shit have you been?”

Then Elise’s hand suddenly stopped. She smiled slightly and lifted her head.

He glares at me with one hand resting on his chin and the other hand resting on the pages of the book.

“Do you know? “The reason you are rolled.”

What does this question mean? Do you want to know why he hates me, or do you want to know why he torments me?

It probably has several meanings. It’s rare to find someone with a twisted life like me.

I answered.

“uh.”

“Well, you… … ?”

“I know.”

The reason Elise hated me from the beginning.

Know.

“… … what?”

When I was thirteen, I received treatment for leukemia at Petra University Hospital.

However, ‘someone’ ‘accidentally’ found out about the hospital’s corruption and relayed it to the reporter.

At first, I didn’t even know it was corruption.

Because I was thirteen.

I was purely curious as to why they bothered to test a new drug on me regarding the best drug to treat leukemia, so I just asked a reporter who was hospitalized in the same hospital room.

The rebate article broke as a scoop.

The entire continent was abuzz with news.

Elise’s father lost his bid for congressman.

So, is it my fault?

… … No way.

“Because I know.”

I looked around the inside of the library for a moment. Fortunately, it was early in the semester so there were very few people.

I leaned my upper body towards Elise. She frowned, perhaps displeased with this approach.

“Listen carefully.”

Elise Petra.

A person whose personality is as twisted as mine, both before and after his regression, and who I dislike quite a bit.

For her, I write each word with sincerity.

I whispered as if I was chewing hard.

“Agari. before tearing it apart. “Shut up.”

For a moment, Elise’s expression became frighteningly cold. Her lips and under her chin trembled.

“… … under.”

Soon she laughed as if she was shocked. I asked, running my fingers through her hair.

“you… … “Do you have about three or four lives?”

“well. I think there are two. Maybe three. “I haven’t checked.”

“… … “He’s mentally ill.”

I got up from my seat. Elise immediately got up and blocked the way.

The eye level is still roughly the same.

I was much older when we met again after graduating from college.

I said.

“Move.”

“If you don’t get out of the way, will we fight? “Do you think I can’t beat a bug like you?”

“no. Don’t hit me. Not yet.”

“… … ‘Not yet’?

Unfortunately, if I fight each other, not only will I have to develop it, but the Petra family is still very burdensome.

It’s only a little behind Libra, but it’s at least ranked 14th on the continent.

“Instead, eat this.”

I stuck my finger in her face. Put your middle finger upright.

“… … this!”

Elise’s expressionless expression was momentarily broken. The angle of both eyes soared to 11:10. She stretched out her hand and tried to grab her finger, but I quickly pulled it away.

He said as he turned around and walked towards the exit of the library.

“Oh right. I think you should take better care of your hospital. “The service was shit.”

“… … .”

Elise is speechless. It’s as if she’s somehow turned into a snowman, and she just stands up straight and glares at me.

The rising veins on the neck are so scary.

“Goes.”

I quickly ran out of the library.

I went down the stairs and stepped onto the asphalt of the campus.

Whiiiiing───.

The night wind was cold. As she walked her way, she closed her collar.

“It’s cold, it’s cold.”

As I say this, I feel refreshed inside, but a part of my heart feels lonely.

Because of a certain old memory that spreads through my ears with every sound of footsteps trampling on the road.

“… … ha.”

It’s not my memory.

This is a memory I heard from someone.

However, it is a very important memory.

According to that memory, my mother died of neglect in the hospital.

He said it was a stormy day.

My mother got into a car accident while driving and was rushed to a small nearby hospital along with the assailant.

The victim was a mother, and the perpetrator was a car carrying a pregnant woman.

Two people were seriously injured, and transport of the patients was impossible due to the harsh rain and wind.

If so, could the hospital and doctor have saved only one of the two? Was the situation so harsh that it really had to be that way?

I don’t know much about it.

However, the mother’s secretary threatened the hospital by citing her family. The hospital was also willing to focus on ‘more important’ people.

My mother was neglected.

——I heard that was so.

Only one nurse cared for him as he lay dying alone in his hospital bed.

——This was the nurse’s testimony.

No, since he refused to testify in court, his testimony was only given to me.

“… … Oh right.”

A line of thought that came to mind late.

I took out the Manitou card from my inner pocket. I saw the name written in it.

[Elise Petra]

Suddenly, I stopped and looked back.

The glass window of the library. There was a woman looking down at me in a place that was too bright compared to the night sky.

It’s that woman.

A life saved in place of a mother I don’t even remember.

* * *

“… … Ah, when will you do it all?”

Late at night. Asylene is grading in the office of the University Association.

This is the most annoying task for the person in charge. Endex even has as many answer sheets as there are people. I heard that other magic high schools only have 50 to 60 people.

“Ugh.”

Asilen scanned the answer sheet and marked the score.

The scoring criteria are as follows.

１. If you observe a paper bird and present at least a ‘big picture’ of magic magic, you get 0.5 points.

２. 1 point if you correctly describe at least part of the magic circuit of the spell.

３. Up to 1 point depending on overall completeness.

４. 0.5 points if you even detect the existence of a cleverly hidden ‘rune’.

Total 3 points.

The task itself is quite difficult, so the perfect score across the continent is probably around 1%.

“Elise, Solliet, Gerken… … . They say they are 6-star prospects. It’s real.”

There are three of them in Endex. The elite trio received a perfect score.

Asylene continued grading.

[Kiely Varan │1st period: 2 CP │2nd period: 2.2 CP]

[Jerome Bain │1st period: 0 CP │2nd period: 0 CP]

[Kane Traxil │1st period: 2.5 CP │2nd period: 2 CP]

127 people’s answer sheets, just mechanically swish-swish-swish-

“… … huh?”

I paused while flipping through it. My eyebrows furrowed, and my body naturally bowed.

“What is this.”

She looked in with wide eyes.

It was a magic spell the size of a fist.

Although it was small in size, it had a high density due to the magic circuits packed inside it.

Eighteen figures, one hundred and ninety-nine line segments, seven runes.

The answer to ‘Paper Bap Sae’, in which the geometrical structure of the technique and the dynamics of the complex and subtle circuits are very clearly described.

She picked it up. She turned it around.

There was no error. There were no errors.

Not only the smallest details, but even the shape of the runes were accurate, as if looking through a microscope.

“who is this.”

She quickly checked the name.

Zion Askal.

“… … Who is it.”

I don’t know even if I look at the name.

A search was conducted in the database of the University Association.

[Sion Askal │ Grade D-]

Bright yellow hair stands out even more than the miserable grade of D-.

“Was it him?”

I don’t know the name, but I remember the face.

Rumors are already rife among university associations. He said his future hope was to become Libra’s guardian knight, but he was an ignorant guy who actually hit the prism with a golf club.

What Libra hates the most are things that are ignorant and shallow.

“… … .”

Asilen looked at the scoring sheet again.

[Shion Askal │ 1st period: 0 CP]

Sion Askal, 1st period score ０CP.

I couldn’t catch the paper bird.

In other words, it is an answer written by looking at someone else’s paper bird. Yet, you submitted such a perfect answer.

And that’s just 15 minutes after the second period started.

“What do you mean? “Is your body strong?”

If you are naturally strong, this is quite possible. It is said that the stronger the person, the more efficient the magic body is.

If you can perfectly observe and remember such a small technique with just a momentary ‘glance’, it is an ultra-high efficiency that is a slap in the face to most “spectrums.”

Why was that guy a D- in grades 1 to 3?

No, if you had eyes like that in the first place, there’s no way you wouldn’t be able to catch a paper bird, right?

anyway.

Asylene wrote down the score on Sion Askal’s answer sheet.

[Sion Askal │ 1st period: 0 CP │ 2nd period: 3.5 CP]

The maximum CP that can be earned in the second period is 3 points, but the College Board has something called ‘instructor discretion.’

In the opinion of the person in charge, it is the most superior among all answers in Endex, so it is given a discretionary score of 0.5 points.

Of course, in order to give discretionary points, you have to submit documents and get approval from a university professor affiliated with the university association, but this answer sheet will convince even that young old guy.

Asilen sent a message through the association’s messenger.

[Theia Teacher. I gave one person a discretionary score, so please check.]

The person reporting is Theia Itsil, Distinguished Professor at Edsilla National University.

However, the two are the same age. Even though we are the same age, he is a long way ahead of us and is far above us.

[Theia Itil: I confirmed it, but please be careful of typos in the future. This is not Mr. Gyosun, but Mr. Professor.]

“… … “Nuiye nieh~”

Asilen tried to turn off the messenger.

[Theia Isil: Additionally, discretionary scores are a very important and sensitive part of college admissions. After reviewing it at least three times before forwarding it to me, and after sufficient discussion with the same person in charge… … ]

As expected, it is a long sentence befitting a young old man.

Asilen replied with a cursory glance.

[yes]