The Weakest Summoner’s School Conquest – I Became Strong Only After Losing – Chapter 6

𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝


At fifteen, Albero was packing his belongings in his room at the Rushout residence.

He packed clothes, books, snacks for Mog, and Mog’s food bowl into a bag.

Everything fit into one large bag, and Albero looked around his room.

“Maybe. . . . . .I won’t come back here.”

His room wasn’t very spacious.

Just a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a small sofa by the window in a simple room.

He would be spending the next three years at the Asgard Summoning Academy.

Well, at least three years. The academy operates on a six-year system, and summoners must attend for at least three years.

“Sigh. . . . . .”

Albero sighed.

He sat on the sofa by the window and looked outside.

“. . . . . .”

Probably, Albero might leave the academy in three years.

He plans to study without trouble, graduate in three years, work part-time during his studies to earn money, and save funds to leave the Asgard Kingdom.

A third son of a remote baron like him would surely be considered unnecessary and a hindrance.

After all, even though he’s departing tomorrow, neither his father nor his mother spoke to him.

Albero had resigned to the fact that he wasn’t expected, and was treated as if he didn’t exist.

Treated like air, allowances, and chores were all done through the butlers and maids.

Meals organized for his brother and sister went on as usual, nothing special for him.

“Well, it’s fine.”

Saying so, Albero leaned back on the sofa.

At fifteen, Albero had lost interest in the Rushout family.


The next day.

At least they provided a carriage, and a large one was parked in front of the Rushout residence.

“You’re late!”

“Ashe? Oh, I see.”

“What, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Did you load your luggage?”

“Yes. What about yours, Albero?”


“Only that bag? You have a school life ahead.”

“It’s fine.”

The reason the carriage was here was for Ashe.

Ashe had just received a B-class certification as a summoner. She’s the granddaughter of the Rushout’s butler and holds high expectations.

Albero considered himself an afterthought.

As they loaded the luggage, Ashe was surrounded by the butlers and maids. One of them hugged Ashe. . . . . .the butler of the Rushout family and Ashe’s grandfather.

“. . . . . .They’re not here, of course.”

His parents were nowhere to be seen. The servants were too engrossed with Ashe, and no one noticed Albero.

Albero quickly got into the carriage and summoned Mog to his side.

“Mog, we’re heading to a boring school life. Probably, it won’t turn out well. . . . . .but take care.”


Mog responded confidently while on Albero’s palm.

Ashe, having said her goodbyes to the servants, climbed into the carriage.

“Ah, Grandpa hugged me too tightly. I’ve told him I’ll be back for summer vacation.”

“Hehe. He’s probably sad about the farewell.”

“. . . . . .Albero, are you okay?”

“With what?”

“. . . . . .Never mind.”

The carriage began to move slowly.

Albero took one last glance at his family home. . . . . .but as expected, his parents were nowhere in sight.

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