Magic Maker - How to make magic in another world - - Chapter 102

Magic Maker – How to make magic in another world –

Chapter 102   Challenging individuals

The students looked around, unsure of what to do, but gradually began practicing releasing magical power in their own ways.

“…Grr, come on, magical power! Come out! I said come out!”

“Magical power-chan, come here! I’d be happy if you come out! Hehehe, if magical power comes out, I’ll treat patients, receive rewards from the country, get praised by Mom and Dad, and marry into a prestigious family—”

“Ugh, why did you disappear, Roxanne? Come back… I’ll release magical power, I will! I’ll release magical power!”

“Ah, it’s fine if it doesn’t come out. I don’t need it anymore. I want to take it easy. Sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating, and occasionally releasing magical power would be nice. Actually, it’s fine if it comes out. It feels good if it does.”

It was already chaotic. The earnest students, following my words, began their challenges by letting emotions well up in their own ways.

A chaotic situation indeed.

However, I couldn’t help but be moved by their sincere efforts. Each one was seriously experimenting and attempting to release magical power.

I checked on everyone’s progress, walking around the area. Were there any problems? Could I offer any helpful advice? I pondered these questions as I walked.

No one had successfully released magical power yet. It seemed quite challenging. My sister could release magical power quite quickly, though. Perhaps she was an exception. Even I was astonished at her rate of growth.

Well, it’s a journey. It would be great if they could gradually learn to release magical power. Yes, they should do their best at their own pace. Yeah, everyone is doing their best.

“Hoohooo! Yosshoooo! Surge forth, my magical power!”

They are giving it their all, aren’t they?

“Ummm, ummm! Well, yeah! I want to eat cake! I want to eat lots of cake!”

But they should be trying their best.

“My right hand is roaring with magical power! Burn, rage! Nyaaaah!”

Are they really trying their best?

“Huh? Huh? Wh-what? Wh-what is everyone doing… Ugh. This can’t be true. Do we have to do something like this? Th-this is not how it’s supposed to be… But if we don’t… Um, something I like? Uh, okay then, nya! Nyanya! Come out, magical power!”

The direction of effort is different. No, that’s not it. It’s different.

Eris is mimicking cat ears with both hands. Adorable. Cute. Cute.

But it’s different. It’s not that.

Thinking about something you like is not wrong. However, for Eris, who hasn’t touched magical power, what she needs is to connect emotions to the release of magical power.

It’s subtly wrong. It exists, but it’s wrong.

By the way, the three before her, Goltba, Isaac, and Sofia, are also wrong.

Goltba is just shouting, Sofia is leaking desires all over the place, and Isaac is just saying something like a passionate protagonist.

If it were me, I could release magical power using the methods of the other two besides Sofia. However, before that, practice in forming the image of releasing magical power is necessary. They are skipping over that part.

This is not good.

If I don’t point it out, it’ll stay like this forever.

It’s amusing to watch, but I really should address it.

Thinking that, as I tried to approach them, my attention was diverted by someone in the corner of my vision.

A boy with gray hair was standing at the edge of the room, looking around nervously.

He was alone, seemingly lost.

If I remember correctly, his name is Mice.

As the only commoner, he doesn’t have a last name.

He seemed uneasy, shoulders hunched and fidgeting.

“Is something the matter? Can’t figure out what to do?”

I tried to speak to him as gently as possible, but he seemed a bit frightened. Reminds me of Winona when I first met her. Well, maybe not to that extent. He’s probably just feeling overwhelmed.

As evidence, he looked at me straight on, despite his confusion.

“N-no. Uh, yes. I-I’m sorry. Um, no, I mean, I apologize.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. There’s no need to be so formal.”

Even if I say that, it’s probably difficult for him.

Everyone else here is a noble, and I’m technically a marquis.

He’s the only commoner in this place.

“Th-thank you very much.”

He seemed quite tense, shoulders stiff. It’s not easy for anyone to relax when told to do so. He’ll have to find a way to calm his mind in his own way.

“Do you understand what needs to be done?”

“Y-yes, somehow. I’m sorry, but I can’t read, so…”

Ah, I see. He, being a commoner, can’t read the textbook. I knew it, yet I didn’t fully comprehend it. I’ve been thinking that what I can do, others can do as well. He couldn’t read the textbook, and perhaps even the schedule.

“Do you know the class schedule?”

“N-no… I didn’t know, so I came early in the morning.”

“I see… I’m sorry; this is our oversight.”

“N-no! It’s my fault for being uneducated! Y-you’re not to blame, sir!”

This isn’t kindness, is it? He’s frightened, just like any commoner would be in the presence of a noble. It’s sad, but this is the reality, and changing it would be difficult. However, I can choose my own attitude.

“Thank you, Mice-kun. However, if you encounter any problems from now on, please let me know. Everyone, including you, is my student, so if you hold back, it might actually cause more trouble. I intend to teach everyone equally, so you’re included in that.”

“T-thank you very much…”

He seems quite bewildered. He probably hasn’t heard something like this from a noble before. Well, I haven’t led a life like the other nobles, but I need to be careful with him. Too much attention might make him stand out, and it could attract the notice of other students. However, some support is necessary. … Maybe I should go with that approach.

“It might be a bit challenging, but shall we practice?”

“Y-yes. I’ll do my best. I’m okay.”

Mice seems to be signaling for us to hurry. Other students are starting to notice us. It’s important not to attract too much negative attention. I understand the sentiment. I’ll step away from him and observe the other students once again.

“Hooo! Hoooii! Hooooooo!”

“I want to eat a fluffy and creamy cake. Delicious, with lots of cream.”

“Woooo! Shineeee! Sparkleeee!”

“Nya! Nya! Nyan! It’s coming, nya! Ugh… why is this happening?”

… I forgot about those four.

The elderly gentleman whose blood pressure seems to be rising.

The girl daydreaming about sweet treats, wearing a somewhat sloppy expression.

The slightly foolish boy shouting passionately.

And the girl turning red, half crying, and saying meow meow.

All of them are putting in effort but heading in the wrong direction.

Their straightforward and honest efforts are endearing, but it’s a bit disappointing.

I hurriedly approached them, feeling apprehensive about what’s to come.