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Vol.16, The Magician Who Doesn't Know Magic

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't quite understand why Medea was so angry, she could tentatively understand that it was because of her own failure.

I also feel a little aggrieved. After all, Medea's magic class is like a particularly annoying mix of mathematics, English, physics, chemistry and advanced history...

Like mathematics, it requires precision, like English, it's tongue-twisting, like physics, it's hard to figure out the operational road map, like chemistry, it requires rote memorization of reaction formulas, and of course, there's the history of magic.

Knowledge.

This is too difficult to understand.

In the corner, Cu Chulainn watched Medea leave, then curled his lips and said: "It would be great if the magic world were all little girls like you (referring to Matthew). So, that kind of arrogance

The guy is the most difficult to deal with. Isn’t it just magic from the Age of Gods? What’s so great about it! Humph…”

Even though he said this, Cu Chulainn still understood in his heart that in terms of magic, she was indeed much better than him.

That's why I especially don't want her to say anything about my weakness.

Because...compared with Medea, my magic skills are really not worth mentioning...so I am especially angry. Because I can't refute it at all...

"Well, as expected, that's it for today's magic class!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his head, stood up, his orange hair hanging down, and rushed out of his room quickly.

It was obviously her own room, but she was kicked out...

This result is too ironic.

At the door, Fujimaru Ritsuka walked past Medea silently and ran away.

Yagi Xuezai shrugged, and Medea gave him a disdainful look: "What are you doing? I won't apologize."

"Yes, yes, I understand this too. Well, you should understand it a little bit. After all, she is just a budding magician. Before coming to Chaldea, she was an ordinary female high school student."

"Then when did she come to Chaldea?"

Medea raised her eyebrows, as if she had taken Yagi Xuesai's words as prevarication. She was already preparing her next answer.

"About four or five days ago? Maybe a week?"

"I only used it for...a week?!"

Medea was about to say something. It took her as much time as she could to learn something, but when she heard this quantifier, she was shocked.

Because when she first started learning magic, it was almost like this...

“Isn’t that fundamentally layman?”

"Yes, so didn't you make it clear from the beginning? She is a pure layman."

"Then what do you mean by magic newbie?"

"Wouldn't that sound too embarrassing..."

"Tsk..."

Medea was stunned and said angrily: "Don't you Chaldeans choose people carefully? Are you recruiting such a layman to be your master?"

"Ah ha ha……"

Yagi Xuezhai was so embarrassed by her words that he smiled bitterly.

"Forget it, forget it. That's it for today."

After realizing that this man who could only smile bitterly could not influence Chaldea's decision-making, Medea lost interest in her actions and returned to her room.

The room had long been transformed into a workshop by herself, and the sophisticated magic equipment in the past had become boring today.

Sighing, she casually pulled up a chair and lay down on the back of the chair to sulk.

Fujimaru Ritsuka...occasionally reminds her of herself.

That innocent girlhood that didn’t understand anything.

Back then, I was like this, ignorant of everything.

The exploration of the devil's path is arduous and difficult, and I have known that for a long time.

This is especially true in modern times, when magic has generally declined.

Since the disappearance of the Gods, mysticism has gradually declined.

Watching a person learn magic with enthusiasm and with that kind of excitement that is almost frivolous as a layman, but actually understands nothing. This gap makes Medea, a famous magician, particularly angry.

(Did I tell her too obscurely?)

Medea couldn't help but start to reflect like this.

For a girl who has never been exposed to magic, will my explanation seem too... blunt?

She sighed, not even bothering to sew the cute clothes she had been so enthusiastic about before, and stayed alone in the workshop in a daze.

I was summoned, and I rarely wanted to do something that could help my master, but this is the result?

But, unfortunately, she didn't know how to show her kindness.

In the past, she had been obsessed with someone and made crazy advances to him.

However, in the end, his goodwill ended in ruin.

When she thought of that man's face, Medea's face turned ferocious and she gritted her teeth.

It's because of that person that Medea doesn't want to trust her Master or the man now.

Moreover, creatures like magicians are indeed not worthy of belief.

After all, during the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, as a caster, she was severely betrayed by her first Master.

Unconsciously, she began to sigh again.

(Forget it, let’s take a rest today.)

Thinking like this, she stopped thinking and just leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes.

The next day, she did not go to the Master's room.

The same goes for the day after the next day.

After all, if something like that happened before, I would be too embarrassed to disturb others.

Medea's magic class was declared bankrupt after running for less than one day.

Obviously... it should be a happy thing...

Medea thought so.

Obviously, I got rid of a troublesome matter...

However, I can't let go.

"Dong dong"

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door.

Medea did not get up, but waved her hand twice in the air. The magic power of her fingertips activated the magic circuit of the door, and she operated the door to open on its own.

Standing outside the door...

It's Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Teacher Medea! I, I have remembered it all!"

The girl's eyes were still bloodshot, and her face looked a little haggard.

"ah?"

Medea didn't understand what she was talking about for a moment.

"Write on the blackboard, I have memorized everything! You can start the next lesson."

Fujimaru Ritsuka held up the notebook in her hand and strode into Medea's workshop.

For a magician, the workshop is like a castle and his strongest defense.

However, this little girl actually stepped in twice...

(Haha, this is what is called, aren’t newborn calves afraid of tigers?)

Medea felt happy in her heart and asked her a few questions casually. Sure enough, the answers were fluent.

Although I don't have many writings on the blackboard, they are all very obscure things that magicians must understand. Especially those basic theoretical foundations. They are really boring and difficult to understand.

It can be seen that she must have put in a lot of effort, right?

(Although I have no experience or ability, at least this enthusiasm is real. Alas... forget it, everyone else has come, so let’s continue to talk to her.)

Medea sighed and continued to tell her other introductory knowledge about magic.

Of course, it was as obscure as ever, so she probably had to work hard for several more nights, right?

At the same time, on the other side.

Yagi Yukssai fell into a deep sleep, snoring slightly. Heroic spirits do not need sleep physically. Sleep is a psychological need. If you need rest time, you will sleep.

Reviewing magic with Fujimaru Ritsuka is not an easy task.

It only took her a few days to master the obscure knowledge explained by Medea. It must not be her fault alone.


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