(MTL)For some reason, the villainess who went backwards lost her magical

chapter 38

102 Theodore's Perspective

I let out a deep breath as I felt Miss Rachelle's footsteps receding.

--I was surprised.

"... I thought you remembered."

A small muttered voice seems to disappear into the starry sky beyond the glass.
While gazing at the twinkling stars, I was thinking back to when I first met that girl.

"monster! Stay away! 』

I was about 12 years old when my best friend called me that.

I've never seen him angry because he was always smiling, and when I showed him his new magic, he said, "Theodore is amazing! ' was the kind of guy who would be happy.

I trusted him more than anyone else and was a very dear friend.
However, the expression of my friend, who was always smiling, became cloudy. That's because the friend was bullied by children his age when his grandfather's corruption was discovered.
One day, I saw him lying with blood dripping from his mouth, surrounded by about five classmates.
At that moment, the blood rushed to a level I had never felt before, and anger covered my whole body.

I need help.
can not forgive.

I was ruled by such feelings.

Then, as if responding to my anger, lightning struck the five of them many times.
Luckily... or should I say, they didn't get hit, and the guys who were bullying ran away screaming.

However, when I held out my hand to my friend who was left behind, my pale and trembling friend swung it away and rejected me as a ''monster''.

At that moment, my existence was shaken.

As the eldest son of Marquis Camus, who has produced many excellent magicians since childhood, he has been blessed with talent and has been expected.

Even so, even in the Camus family, I understood that I was different.
I was able to freely manipulate magic that I should have never learned, and above all, I was able to understand the language of the spirits.

In the midst of all this, the words of rejection from a friend who trusted him more than anyone else, calling him a "monster," made him feel as though the foreignness he had vaguely felt had been made clear.

The Marquis Camus family is a throwback because they draw the blood of a saint.
Many say so.

But it's not.
A power greater than the power of a saint...yes, a power like a spirit, for example.
I felt like something like that was inside me.

I tried to find the answer to my heterogeneity, but I found the answer surprisingly easily.

That was when I was depressed because of the matter.
My father's contract spirit, the high spirit of fire, told me.

"A long time ago, a girl born between a saint and a king fell in love with the Spirit King. A beautiful girl was born between them. This is the house where the child came to be married!
That's why the people in this house are all people with strong magical powers.
But you are even more special! It looks like you inherited the power of both the spirit and the saint. You don't normally inherit the power of spirits! That's why all the spirits like you.』
"A descendant of the Spirit King... you say? I've never heard of such a past."
"It's easy for the Spirit King to manipulate people's memories."
"Then...why did you tell me that?"
"Because you are in trouble. When you are sad, the spirit is sad too. I came to teach you because you wanted to know."

In other words, I am neither a spirit nor a human.
A half-hearted existence, I suppose.

The truth conveyed by the spirit was too big for a 12-year-old me to accept.