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And so! I was to receive magic control training directly from the Crown Prince himself!
The two of us were in the deserted back of the school building. The Prince, just to be safe, had cast an βinvisibilityβ spell on us. Despite it being a high-level magic, the Prince was amazing, effortlessly casting the spell on both himself and me.
(. . .But, the first thing he said was, βI canβt make progress in finding my bride!β. . .)
Somehow, I got carried away and created an atmosphere of βPrince~! Are you going to help hopeless me?! Thank you~!β. . . But, dealing with my charm magic is just a bonus. . . right?!
βWhatβs with that look? I sense disrespect towards me.β
βNo, itβs nothing! Nothing at all!β
Well, whether itβs a bonus or not, itβs fine. As it is, I have obstacles to leading a normal school life, and even after graduation, to leading a modest, reserved, and steady life. . .
The Princeβs goal is to βfind his brideβ. To do that, heβs willing to help me control my troublesome charm magic. Yes, itβs good that we both benefit.
Now, to control my charm magic. . . First, Iβm practicing the control of βfireβ, a basic magic.
Maintaining the perfect heat so that the water in the pot doesnβt boil over. . . Itβs a very mundane training, but itβs incredibly difficult.
I have a lot of magical power. Itβs easy to output tremendous firepower without thinking, but this delicate heat adjustment. . . Continuously adjusting while watching the state of the pot is quite tough.
If I lose focus for a moment, the pot boils over in an instant.
And if I panic, the fire intensifies and burns the pot.
βAt this rate, who knows when youβll be able to control your charm magic. . .β
As the Prince shakes his head in exasperation, the contents of his cloak jingle.
Yes, I didnβt know because I hadnβt been close to him, but the Prince makes a jingling sound with every move, thanks to the anti-evil items in his cloak.
I feel like calling him βJingling Princeβ in my head. I wonβt call him that. Only in my head.
Ah, thatβs right. I try saying what I thought of.
βHow about distributing the royal familyβs evil-Banishing Items to everyone at the academy?β
If we do that, the whole school wonβt be infatuated with me, and there wonβt be any βfavoritismβ, and the Prince can search for his bride with high spirits. . .
βItβs not as simple as just wearing them. All these accessories are custom-made. They wonβt have much effect if worn by anyone other than me.β
Thatβs a shame. Well, but, indeed, it wouldnβt be a fundamental solution.
I have to do something about my uncontrollable charm magic. . .
Even though Iβm receiving training directly from the Prince, Iβm still not aware that Iβm using charm magic.
ββBang!
β. . .It burst, didnβt it?β
βYouβre losing focus, arenβt you? If you were concentrating on adjusting the fire magic, your charm magic output shouldnβt have increased, right?β
βI-I-I-Iβm sorry.β
It seems that if I think about other things, itβs immediately noticeable. Iβll be careful, Iβll concentrate.
This Prince, although his attitude is arrogant and his tone is harsh, surprisingly, heβs very good at teaching.
Todayβs training. . . is it already the third day? I donβt think I can master magic control overnight, but His Highness seems to be patient with me.
His Highness, with his long legs crossed, is sitting on a perfectly cut stump behind the school building, casually reading a book. Although he is reading, he seems to be concerned about my condition.
β. . .It seems that you, have too much magic power to handle.β
βUgh, that might be. . . true.β
In the magic tests, I always released magic that was several times more powerful than the specified power. But, because it was evaluated as [Wow, you can use such powerful magic! Extra 30000 pointsβ‘]. . . I didnβt care much.
(. . .But, that overly sweet grading, itβs all because of my charm magic. . .)
Thatβs why, when I accidentally burned the roof of the school building, I wasnβt scolded.
I bow my head in silence.
ββBang!
His Highnessβs Evil-Banishing Item broke again. I shouldnβt have let my mind wander. The pot is burnt.
βThe stronger the magic power, the harder it is to control. Itβs not shameful that your magic control is a piece of junk, considering the extraordinary amount of magic power you have.β
βJunk. . .β
βEven though youβre rotten, youβre still attending the Magic Academy. But, the minimum line that others can tolerate is much stricter for you.β
βEven though Iβm rotten. . .β
I donβt know if Iβm being praised or criticized. . . I feel like heβs saying something grateful. . . but I canβt concentrate.
βIf the schoolβs faculty werenβt so spineless, you would have been better at controlling your magic. Just a little bit of my unreserved guidance, and your magic control has improved dramatically in these three days.β
βReally?β
When I take a step closer, another of His Highnessβs Evil-Banishing Items explodes. It seems that itβs no good when I get closer. His Highness frowns, narrowing his striking blue eyes that give a strong and flashy impression.
βIβm sorry. . .β
βAbout the charm magic that youβre unconsciously deploying all the time. . . the road will be long.β
His Highness sighs. With a jingling sound, His Highness lightly flips his cloak, raises his eyebrows in a triumphant manner, and smiles at me.
βBut a step is a step. You will progress as much as you strive. Your honesty is a virtue. If you keep working hard, you will surely be able to walk on your own power, not with a false evaluation.β
β. . .Your Highness. . .β
After school, the sun had already set. The setting sun was making His Highness glow red. His confident and insolent expression looked very cool.
βYes, I. . . Iβll do my best!β
When I face His Highness with determination, the Evil-Banishing Items explode one after another.
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