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Surely, he too would struggle for decades in pursuit of happiness, just like in the simulation.

A person's destiny isn't solely dictated by innate factors, just as life always finds a way through despair.

Much like how he became a hero and saved Medusa.

To admit that would be to deny the very foundation of his heroism.

This was why Moran decided to intervene in the debate between Kayneth and Waver.

He couldn't ignore such talk of innate versus acquired qualities.

After Moran and Kayneth's heated confrontation, the atmosphere in El-Melloi's classroom was hardly the same.

Many people's thoughts had been led astray.

Some felt Moran was simply a delusional madman.

Some believed Moran was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

And still others thought Moran might actually have a trump card.

Click—!

A sound that didn't belong in a mage's sanctum.

It was the sound of a camera, a piece of modern technology.

"Classmate Moran... to dare face Teacher Kayneth like that... Amazing! Truly amazing...!"

A female student in the back row.

She secretly took a picture of Moran with the camera hanging around her neck.

When she heard the words "innate doesn't determine everything," Camus couldn't help but tremble inwardly.

She too was someone of low bloodline.

In Moran's eyes, she appeared incredibly dazzling.

Chapter Twenty-Five: You Don't Dare to Bet, Do You? [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

Boom—!!

Smoke and mist slowly rose and spread outwards.

The floor bore a shallow gully from the violent impact, a perfect embodiment of the clash between power and beauty within this training ground.

This was located beneath the Clock Tower.

It was a training ground for students to freely fight and learn.

"Advanced Self-Defense Arts—this is a course where Magus display their vitality through physical ability. While the process is quite brutal, it's a foundational course that excellently reflects a Magus's talent and skill,"

Kayneth explained indifferently, hands clasped behind his back.

The two students currently battling on the field were from El-Melloi's classroom; they had just concluded a fierce struggle.

It was common sense for modern Magus to learn self-defense.

This was necessary to deal with sudden situations.

"Ahhh... Self-defense class... this is the class I hate the most...!"

Waver groaned, clutching his head.

As Kayneth had initially explained.

The intensity of self-defense was directly linked to a Magus's talent and skill level.

For Magus with excellent talent, they could reinforce their bodies with Mana to the point of crushing the ground or tearing steel with their hands.

As for Magus with Waver's level of talent.

When he reinforced himself, he could at best hope that being hit wouldn't hurt too much.

The performance gap between Waver and excellent Magus was too vast to be compared on the same track.

This performance difference was what was called reality.

In other words, the bloodline and talent that Kayneth spoke of.

"Classmate Moran, I said I would give you a chance to prove yourself. I believe there's nothing more suitable than this Advanced Self-Defense Arts class to make you and classmate Waver understand that bloodline and talent are everything. Now, do you still want to prove your point to me?"

Kayneth spoke slowly and calmly.

He maintained the elegance befitting a noble and a sovereign.

At the same time, he hadn't lost his arrogance.

In his opinion, even the most foolish student should understand by now that bloodline and talent were everything.

If he were to properly admit his mistake and apologize.

As a teacher, he could still pretend nothing had happened.

After all, those of low bloodline had limited vision.

He could understand the unwillingness of those from the lower strata of Magus towards themselves, and he didn't feel there was anything wrong with his approach.

As a teacher, and as a traditional noble.

Kayneth had performed both roles admirably.

"Teacher Kayneth... I..."

"Of course, I have to prove it! If I succeed, then Teacher Kayneth, will you admit you were wrong?"

Moran didn't give Waver a chance to speak.

He said it directly under everyone's stunned gaze.

Many people patted their heads and held their foreheads, completely bewildered.

To still refuse to admit fault at this point, they were astonished that someone in the class could be so foolish.

"Ho? This is quite unexpected...

To cling to your own ways even now, it's commendable in terms of self-affirmation. However, this is impossible. In my eyes, you lack the ability to meet this condition."

Kayneth said with a mocking smile.

He was making a reasonable deduction based on the current situation.

Waver beside him had already short-circuited, he had no idea where Moran was driving this self-destructing truck.

"Teacher Kayneth, you're not afraid to bet, are you?"

Moran said unhurriedly.

He used the most classic method of provocation.

"Heh... Afraid?"

Kayneth's gaze sharpened.

A chilling aura was released.

Soon, he calmed down again.

His brain hadn't lost its ability to think due to being provoked.

After a moment of thought, he deduced that Moran was deliberately provoking him, possibly with the aim of getting him to personally intervene.

Once he, the lord, stepped in.

Whether Moran and Waver won or lost, it would be dishonorable for Kayneth himself.

Moran and the others had zero cost.

If they lost, they could use the excuse that their lord had suppressed them with his strength.

Win? Kayneth didn't consider the possibility of Moran defeating him.

'Just showing off some amateur tricks, can't I, Kayneth, see through such shallow provocation?'

Kayneth did see through it.

But his pride wouldn't allow him to back down.

Moran had precisely targeted this arrogance.

"What am I afraid of? From any perspective, how could I, a lord, be afraid? Moran Edelfelt, do you know what price you'll pay for provoking me like this?"

"Of course, I'm not an idiot. If I can't prove it to you, then I'll declare that I'll never use magic in my life. I don't know if this price is enough?"

Moran possessed equal pride.

His words caused an uproar among everyone present.

This was even more excessive than giving up his magic career.

Forcing a Magus to give up the pursuit of mystery was already a death sentence; forbidding them from using magic was like forbidding them from breathing.

For a Magus, there was no crueler price.

Even Kayneth was somewhat surprised.

"Teacher Kayneth, I've gambled such a huge stake, you have to put something on the line too."

"Hmph, what do you want?"

"Let me think~"

Moran hadn't really wanted anything at first.

But seeing how things had progressed, it would be unreasonable not to get something out of Kayneth.

"I've thought of it. I want one of your Three-Prism Magic Cores, with your endless Mana! I've gambled everything as a Magus, so this bet isn't excessive, is it?"

"You scoundrel, you're really asking for the moon! That's the supreme heirloom of my El-Melloi family! Do you know what you're saying?!"

Kayneth was so amused he was angry.

How could his family's secret treasure be used for gambling?

However, looking at Moran's confident expression.

Did he really think he would win?

Kayneth couldn't fathom Moran winning, no matter how he thought about it, yet he found Moran's current state utterly unbelievable.

Something incomprehensible had happened.

Even as a prodigy, he couldn't grasp it.

"However, if it's merely a matter of borrowing the right, I can grant it to you as the head of the El-Melloi family."

"Alright, it's a deal then."

Moran simply wanted to casually skim some profit for amusement.

No matter how valuable the magic core was, it likely wasn't as precious as his blood.

He agreed without the slightest hesitation.

This made it even harder for Kayneth to see through Moran, completely unsure what gave him the confidence to gamble with him.

Interesting, he found it very interesting.

After many years as a lecturer, this was the first time Kayneth had encountered such a situation.

If someone like Moran, with such a tainted bloodline, could win this gamble, it would truly be a miracle.

He couldn't predict what kind of miracle it would be.

He, who was hailed as a prodigy, was also experiencing a moment of being at his wit's end.

Unconsciously, he felt a desire to unravel the unknown.

He wanted to see what miracle Moran possessed to gamble with him.

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Rules, I Will Trample Them! [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]