Chapter 126: The Spellcaster of a Sword-Wielding Family
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 126: The Spellcaster of a Sword-Wielding Family
"Oppa! Oppa! Look at this! Look!"
I was busy reading a major-specific textbook to prepare for the Magitech Olympiad when my younger sister started pestering me.
"Yeah, yeah. Our Grasha is the best. The absolute best."
Lately, the youngest had been starved for my praise. She’d bring over the most useless things just to hear me say, "Good job, good job," so I gave her a half-hearted reaction.
"I said look!"
"Fine, fine. I'm looking. It's probably just—?"
My Alpha Tyranno's transformed form was floating in mid-air.
"???"
"Impressive, right?!"
Beside it, the dinosaur form of my Beta Brachio was also floating.
"???"
"I can even lift this! Watch!"
The youngest reached out her hand with a little grunt, and our family's pride and joy—the 120-inch TV—rose into the air.
"No, what on earth..."
"Amazing, right?!"
"How are you doing that?!"
I shoved my hands into the youngest's armpits and started tickling her. I couldn't allow her to keep such an incredible technique all to herself.
"Hahahaha! Oppa, that tickles! Stop it! Stooop! It tickles!"
"Spit it out! Mom taught you this in secret, didn't she? No, who was it?! Who's the bitch who taught only you and left me out!"
"Hahahaha! N-No! I-It tickles, nooo...! Hahahaha...!"
The youngest thrashed around, giggling uncontrollably, but I didn't stop. That inferior species elf definitely had some secret family technique she hadn't shared with her son.
"Eek?! Hehe?! If... if you tickle me... I can't... ugh...! My strength is... Hahahaha, heehee?!"
"Tell me already! Mom taught you, right?! That slutty elf bitch! She lied to her son, saying the only family secret was swordsmanship!"
"Waaaaah, s-stop...! Stooop...! My strength is...!"
The youngest surrendered, but I didn't let up. I kept tickling her.
Cr-crack.
"Ah..."
That was the sound of our family's pride and joy, the 120-inch TV, falling from the air and shattering.
***
My mother was a civil servant with a steady paycheck, but perhaps because my grandmother was a war criminal, she didn't get angry over the unfortunate accident of the 120-inch TV being smashed.
After checking to see if Gracia or I were hurt, Ame Cal Degrain simply called a cleaning service to tidy up the mess and looked at the youngest with a complicated expression.
"...To think a spellcaster would be born in our house."
Mom let out a long sigh. Both Grandma and Mom were incredibly strong swordsisters—though Mom was a police officer, her primary combat style was that of a "executioner" dancing with a blade. It seemed she had a lot on her mind regarding the youngest's talent, which broke the long-standing tradition of our family.
"Well, I suppose it happens!"
Ever the optimist, Mother quickly cheered up and made a call.
"Yes, President? Have you been well? No, no, don't mention it. We're close, aren't we? Yes, regarding that matter, the prosecution has agreed not to move forward with the charges. Yes, there's no need to worry. It's a common occurrence, isn't it? We're well aware he was targeted by a honey trap. Ah, I didn't call to hear your thanks for such a trivial and obvious matter. It's about our youngest..."
And so.
"Hello... I am Yvette, a mage from the Magic Tower's... Education Department."
A young woman with brown hair, who looked gloomy and incredibly timid, visited our house.
Mom stood beside her, nodding as she introduced the mage she had brought.
"This is the magic teacher who will be tutoring Gracia and Yong-hwan from now on. Say hello, everyone."
"Hello!"
Gracia greeted her while lifting my Alpha Tyranno high into the air.
"...Hello."
My heart began to ache at Mom's blatant favoritism. Why hire a private tutor for an idiot like the youngest, no matter how much talent she had?
But more importantly.
"Hiek?! A-A boy?!"
"Ah, did I not mention it?"
"Y-You only said there were t-two students..."
Yvette looked at Mom with a face that said she felt betrayed.
"Yong-hwan is a good boy who listens to adults, unlike other selfish children, so it'll be fine."
"N-No... but still... he's a b-boy..."
According to social norms, I was supposed to be the one afraid of women, but looking at this dorky mage sister who clearly looked like a pushover, I didn't feel the need to be afraid at all.
"Mom, is this a new toy?"
"Hieeeeeek!!!"
I clung to Mom with an innocent face and pointed at Yvette.
"Now, now. She's your teacher. Your teacher."
"Hmm~! So you're the new teacher~?"
I scanned Yvette from head to toe. Her slightly hunched posture, her terrified jade-colored eyes, her waist-length brown hair, and her timid expression.
It felt like I had gained a fun new toy.
"...U-Um. Senior Superintendent... I, I'm not good with b-boys..."
"He's just a child. I'm counting on you."
Yvette tried to refuse, but Mom just gave a slight smile as if that wasn't an option and put on her coat. She mentioned something about a dinner party for the launch of a new investigation team, so it looked like we'd be ordering in for dinner tonight.
"Listen to your teacher and enjoy the lesson! Mommy's going off to be a hero of justice now!"
"S-Senior Superintende-e-ent...!"
Teacher Yvette looked toward Ame Cal Degrain with a face of despair, but the ill-tempered elf simply walked out, acting as if it wasn't her problem.
"Hehehehe..."
When I let out a truly villainous chuckle, Yvette's pale face turned even whiter.
***
"Teacher! Teacher! Aren't you thirsty?!"
"Huh? Oh?"
"Teacher! I didn't understand this formula in magitech, so I just memorized it! Can you solve it for me?!"
"Huh?"
"Teacher Yvette! When I'm drafting magic circles, I keep stuttering at this part!"
"Oh...?"
"Teacher Yvette! You're amazing! I can light a fire in just two seconds now!"
"I-Is that so...?"
"Since I did it the way you told me, the chanting time for basic magic has been cut in half!"
"I see..."
Yvette was actually quite competent. She looked at me with a bewildered expression, but compared to Mom's friends—who, when asked about magic formulas, would say nonsense like, "Why are you calculating that? It just works. Why can't you do it?"—she was practically an angel.
"This part doesn't follow standard physical laws. The symbols might look the same, but it's solved using Magitech Cluster Theory. It's a theory redefined about fifteen years ago based on a new interpretation from the Quantum Mechanics of the Colony, and it was included as an introduction, so you don't really need to approach it this way. Using the basic formula is..."
She was a professional.
"There might be an error of a few centimeters, but calculating it with the simplified formula is much faster. Since this isn't for the engineering field, those few centimeters don't mean anything. And once you get used to the calculations, you can move to this formula... then this one... think of it as slowly climbing one step at a time..."
And she was student-friendly.
"You learn quite fast for a boy..."
However, the fly in the ointment was her gender-based stereotypes.
"How fast? Exactly how fast?"
"Um... among boys, you're at the very top... but on average... middle of the pack?"
It was sad that she held such prejudiced views, despite the fact that a man could do anything.
I had simply been acting as well-behaved as usual, and the magic teacher's guard dropped easily. The youngest started looking at Teacher Yvette with a wary expression, perhaps annoyed by how friendly I was being.
But that wasn't what mattered.
"M-My goodness... You did what I just taught you through mental calculation?"
"It's easy!"
Teacher Yvette was completely captivated by my incredibly stupid and inferior younger sister, who had just glanced at a formula I had been struggling to dismantle for a minute and replicated it instantly.
"Um... Teacher, I can't solve this one..."
"Wait, wait. Gracia. Do you want to try following this one too?"
"Hmm... like this?"
"Oh, heavens... Goddess above."
Yvette began to breathe heavily as if she were hyperventilating.
"You can replicate this just by looking at it, without the formulas? How on earth...?"
"I can see the sparkly things moving!"
"Mana Eye... T-Then, can you see this?"
"Yeah, yeah! It looks like a butterfly!"
Yvette's body trembled. It was a tremor even greater than when Camel had been forced into a climax.
"Gracia, Gracia Cal Degrain. You are a genius. With this much talent, you could even surpass the Witch of the Far North..."
"I want to watch TV now!"
"No, no. Just a little more, let's try just a little more!"
"No~!"
The Yvette who, until a moment ago, had shown interest in a kind, well-spoken, ambitious, and polite boy was gone.
"Ugh... I'll buy you that toy. Okay? Can't we just try a few more?"
"No~! I already have it! Oppa has tons of them!"
Yvette whipped her head around and glared at me.
"...Teacher."
"What... what is it..."
I felt like I was going to be wounded by the way Yvette muttered in a voice full of hatred.
The only person in this house now was a sexist who was desperately trying to get the youngest's attention.
"Senior Superintendent, Gracia possesses magical talent that exceeds even the Witch of the Far North."
"Pardon? She's better than Cassia?"
"Yes. I'll need to confirm further, but she's observing things phenomenologically and manifesting phenomena instinctively without formulas..."
"I'm a complete amateur when it comes to magic... but I understand for now."
Mom nodded, looking pleased at the news of the youngest's talent.
And so, Grasha's gifted education began.
"Teacher, I... don't get this..."
"I'll tell you later, okay? Gracia. Just try this one more time..."
My hostility toward Yvette grew by the day.
She had been afraid of me because I was a boy, but maybe it was my fault for looking like a kind, obedient, and innocent kid.
"I'll get my revenge..."
Then, a month passed, and as winter break approached.
"...I think we'll finish the most basic level by next month."
As I began to show a hostile attitude, the sexist mage sister said, avoiding my gaze and acting a bit intimidated.
"What about Grasha?"
"She's almost finished with basic magic... and today she's supposed to start intermediate magic..."
The mage was discriminating against me because I was a boy. If I had received as much interest and love as Gracia, I surely would have started basic magic by now.
In fact, I wasn't even learning the basics. I had already mastered the basics and had been learning basic applications for a month.
"You said I was fast! You said I was incredibly fast! Teacher Yvette!!!"
"Y-You are on the faster side... D-Don't cling to me like that... Ugh... Y-You can't touch my chest..."
I clung to Yvette and, from behind, kneaded her breasts—which were quite large for my small hands, but overall felt like petite, firm potatoes.
Since I was always surrounded by tall sisters with long limbs, this sister with her petite 150cm height and potato-like breasts just looked cute.
No, cute? I take that back. Considering she was a sexist with a trashy personality who wouldn't even teach me magic properly, she wasn't cute—she was a bad woman.
"Teach me properly too! I said teach me properly!"
"Huu... I-I'm sorry... B-But... I have to match the t-talent... ugh..."
"I want to learn intermediate magic like Grasha too. Please? Just teach me one! Something I can use! Please~?"
I wanted to discipline her with a spanking, but a gloomy, dorky type like Teacher Yvette would surely have a PTSD breakdown and get terrified if I hit her, so I had no choice but to coax her gently.
"T-There are a f-few simple ones..."
While teasing Teacher Yvette, who was blushing and at a loss for what to do, our magic lessons slowly progressed.