It's Okay Even If It Breaks - 2
In the Maynans family, the days of those who live there pass like gears doing their assigned tasks.
At this hour, this. At that hour, that.
Yet, their days could never be described as boring. To outsiders, they were incredibly noble.
However, every rule has its exceptions, and today was one such case.
At an unusual time, Michelle entered the mansion, and the nanny's face showed panic.
"Ah, young miss! We couldn't pass on the message that you'd be coming, so we haven't prepared anything! Should we prepare tea now?"
Not only the nanny.
The other maids also had faces showing surprise. The owner of this mansion was Michelle, and no matter what time she arrived, she could handle her own affairs, but the timing was too bad.
"It's fine."
"Ah, I see. Then what about the meal?"
"I'm not particularly hungry right now."
"Th, then... But we're cleaning the room now. Would you like to stop by the study for a bit?"
Normally, she would easily accept the nanny's suggestion and go to the study.
Michelle always stayed in the library after finishing her daily routine to study. If practical training was needed, she did it in the mansion's courtyard, but either way, she stayed until night.
So today, she had come to an unexpected situation, and they might have been cleaning the room.
The story isn't particularly strange. The story isn't strange, but...
Her father, who always welcomed her, wasn't there.
The nanny and maids looking nervous despite no fault, the absent father. An unusual atmosphere inside the mansion. A bad premonition.
It didn't take long for judgment to be made. Michelle immediately changed direction.
"Ah, young miss! By the way, your hair seems a bit disheveled. Would you like me to comb it? I can apply something to your skin too!"
"Later."
And that was Michelle's answer.
The maids couldn't block her path or the nanny couldn't cling, so she spat out the coldest tone possible.
Controlling something lifeless with telekinesis is easy. But helping with something alive is not so easy.
If it's her own legs, even more so.
She limped up the stairs. The long corridor split in two appeared.
To the left was Michelle's room. To the right was her father's room.
Normally she would go left, but to find out the source of this ominous feeling, she had to go right. The girl did so.
"Is that even a reasonable thing to say!"
She had only gone halfway down the corridor. Her father's angry voice was already heard.
Somehow, she reached her father's door. Michelle just stood quietly and listened to the conversation.
"There's no way! If there's no way, we have to find one! I didn't call you to hear such irresponsible talk!"
"Your highness's feelings are understood a hundred times. However..."
The man's voice trailing off, Michelle knew.
The saint Aurite, the god of this world. A religious figure active near the saint serving him. She didn't know the name, but she often saw her father talking with him.
"...Your highness, haven't we shown you everything we can?"
"If that's all, you'll have to brace yourselves. Find more methods quickly!"
"Even if we find them, it won't be soon. Your daughter's legs..."
When she heard that far, Michelle unconsciously recalled an old event.
The first time she used telekinesis, her mother and father exclaimed in admiration in front of her. It was the day a new genius sprouted in the Maynans territory.
It was just smooth days, walking on a carpet laid straight.
Everything was easy, and if difficult, they overcame it. If others asked for the secret, she just replied with one word.
Genius.
But luck wasn't on her side.
An accident occurred in the level test against Hamila, who was as famous as her. No particular blame to the opponent.
It was an accident, pure and simple, where both showed their best skills.
The opponent side even voluntarily offered to help Michelle.
But.
But...
If it doesn't heal?
No matter which way they tried to help, if there was no way to treat it in any way?
It was strange. Near-death experiences are what humans see before death.
No, upon thinking, seeing near-death wasn't that strange. Michelle felt the same as a death row inmate standing on the gallows right now.
"...There is currently no way to treat it."
Finally, the guillotine fell.
Without feeling pain, or rather, her head not rolling off, Michelle thought she was dead at that moment.
The essential thing for handling 'telekinesis' is the lower body.
Distribute mana as much as possible to the lower body, and assuming the two legs can support it, telekinesis is most powerful.
"As expected."
She had known to some extent. It's her own body, and knowing her own condition is natural.
Somehow, nothing worked. Somehow, even as time passed, it didn't get better.
Limping, Michelle returned to her room.
There was no reason to pretend to walk normally while using telekinesis to assist. After all, the legs wouldn't heal.
Without even thinking to change into pajamas, she collapsed on the bed. The large bed didn't even shake. Michelle, a girl, was so small.
"What now."
She knew to some extent but wanted to deny talking about her legs. If she could deny and push it away somehow, she thought it would become a story far from her.
Idiot.
She had been spiteful to the failing class students and taken it out on them. Why? It wasn't like her.
What... what now.
The only thing she could do now was one thing.
With the feeling of raising a dead body, Michelle moved her body. She sat in front of the desk.
Should I? I have to. Really... have to.
Yes. I have no choice but to.
Attaching the failing class tail to attend the academy, the genius label disappearing in front of Michelle Maynans's name. For the girl, it was simply unacceptable.
She brought a sheet of paper with telekinesis.
[Withdrawal Application]
The paper had those words written on it.
There are many things in the northern part of the continent that haven't been discovered yet. Even if she goes there to train, she won't attend the academy with the failing label.
Writing a withdrawal application is simple. Just fill in the student's own signature.
I'll write it. It's nothing special. Writing is something telekinesis can do.
But...
"......"
Her hands wouldn't move at all. The girl's gaze was directed at several sheets of paper covering one wall. Papers that looked like they were torn from some learning application.
"[Event Horizon Incantation]"
Event Horizon. The horizon of events.
A technique that reverses the direction of telekinesis, concentrates enormous mana, and sucks in everything existing.
A technique that can be said to be the most elegant among telekinesis-type magic that anyone majoring in telekinesis would dream of.
Incantations covering the entire wall to activate it. The maids had made sure not to clean those.
"...I wanted to try it."
Now it's become a very difficult story.
Just write the withdrawal application. She gripped the pen.
But this time too, her hands wouldn't move at all. The thing the girl thought of this time was a bit out of place.
"Adrian."
The girl muttered the name quietly.
- I will fulfill each student's wishes.
- What... it's just affection.
Why did she say that? You always carry the label of hating failing class students.
Why did you tell such a plain lie.
But what is this strange feeling.
There was no tremor in his tone. Like telling a suppressed sincerity.
After pondering and pondering.
Pfft—
Michelle burst into laughter.
"...No, even if it's sincerity, it doesn't matter."
After all, you won't fulfill my wish.
You can't heal my legs, and you can't make my wish to use Event Horizon come true.
Even if you say you can, you won't fulfill it.
You hate me more than anyone.
What do you know. You. How can you know my heart...
The girl felt her eyes moisten. But she wouldn't cry.
"I hate it. I really hate it..."
In the end, the girl started moving the pen.
In the quiet room, only the scratching sound of the pen and the sound of sniffling were heard.
The next day, the students arriving at the lecture hall were surprised.
"What? The desks have appeared again?"
"Is self-study over?"
They had been self-studying for about three days after Michelle and Charlotte fought.
Therefore, the rumor was slowly being treated as the truth that Michelle's hypothesis was correct.
The hypothesis that Adrian will eventually abandon the failing class.
The girl from the Maynans family took the seat in the back row. She hadn't come to listen to today's lecture. She had come to submit the withdrawal application.
"Not happy to see you."
As always, Adrian appeared spewing sharp words. His straight gait and coat with not a single wrinkle. Apart from words, he looked very dignified.
In the end, the students were all greeted under that momentum. Even the great Michelle hadn't hung back. It was a bit scary to resist.
"But even if you're not happy, you have to keep your promise."
When the professor snapped his fingers, papers flew from the door in front of the lecture hall.
One sheet. Two sheets. Ten sheets. A hundred sheets. No... Soon the students gave up counting. It was too many.
About thirty sheets of paper landed in front of each individual. The papers, manipulated in an orderly manner, had not the slightest disturbance. It was dazzlingly manipulated.
"Eh...?"
"This... really."
The students muttered unconsciously.
The papers were stamped with their names clearly. This was undoubtedly thirty sheets of material made for one student.
The moment Michelle's hypothesis, which was thought to be the truth, was smashed in everyone's heads. The moment Adrian kept his promise.
"You've worked hard so far. From now on, you'll work even harder."
Adrian said that and took off his coat.
"Let's start the lecture."
Michelle, who had been leaning her chin on her hand, straightened her posture.
She really prepared. Well, it's no longer her concern.
Michelle took out the paper envelope containing the withdrawal application from her pocket. It was time to submit and leave this academy.
In fact, she had been pacing in front of Adrian's office in the morning, but due to hesitation, she hadn't submitted it. This time, she would really submit it.
The moment Michelle pushed her chair back and half-rose—
[Michelle Maynans]
[Telekinesis: Event Horizon]
Through the above data, I will train the reader to be able to use this technique. Definitely.
Michelle's pupils began to shake. That small vibration soon grew like an earthquake.
"Lies."
Event Horizon.
And Michelle Maynans's own name.
Definitely
...It was clearly written in the data.