The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

"Opening doors is too much trouble. I'll just decompose it."

Faced with the metal door before him, so heavy it could rival a bank vault's, he slowly raised his hand.

Inside the special reading room.

Sayaka watched the work unfolding before her with complicated feelings.

The confidential documents contained the country's most advanced materials related to magic research, and only this terminal on campus could connect to them.

Her comrades—the members of [Blanche]—were hacking into the system.

But.

What on earth am I doing?

Taking the key without permission, becoming an accomplice to hackers... Was this really what she wanted to do?

Her goal was clearly to abolish the discriminatory treatment caused by magic... and she also understood very well that the discrimination caused by magical ability was not a problem that could be solved only within the school.

But why did they need the most advanced data on magic research?

It was true that making the results of magical studies public was the first step toward abolishing discrimination.

But what meaning was there in disclosing magical theory to people who could not use magic...

It was like the two halves of her brain were fighting each other.

One side said it had no meaning whatsoever, while the other said there must be some hidden research results here that could benefit ordinary people...

Like a reason forcibly instilled in her to convince herself, an answer guiding her to believe that.

And yet, no matter how many times she repeated it in her heart, she still could not truly accept that explanation.

Countless questions lingered in her heart like riddles.

But they were not unsolvable.

It was just that every answer those riddles produced pointed to the one she least wanted to admit, and also the answer Yotsuba Mahiro had once told her.

The world had never been fair.

She fell into confusion once more.

Until the door to the special reading room was forcibly broken open.

"Nihility!"

Indeed, the reinforced door of the special reading room was as solid as a fortress.

Even composite armor plating that could withstand a direct blast from an anti-tank rocket was still as thin as paper before decomposition magic, with its absolute destructive power.

The magicians of the magic world all said decomposition and reassembly were the most useless, but in Mahiro's eyes, they were the strongest!

Just look—even a door this sturdy could be silently destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the reading room, the two hackers in charge of decrypting and transferring the data were forced to stop working because of it.

They turned to look at the boy walking out of the faint haze of dust, and cried out in shock.

Wanted to make a move?

Mahiro would not give them the chance.

He casually threw two Nihility spells over, and the two of them, along with the decryption machines, were decomposed into elementary particles.

"Mibu-senpai, what are you doing here?"

Mahiro looked at Sayaka, who was guarding one side of the doorway, and asked calmly.

"Yo... Yotsuba... under... classman, why are you... here!"

Mahiro was not the least bit surprised that Sayaka had appeared in the special reading room.

Because he had known from the start.

And Sayaka, who likewise saw Mahiro arrive, backed away a few steps in disbelief, shrinking in on herself slightly, as if unwilling to let him see such an ugly side of her.

But with just that, how could she possibly avoid Mahiro's direct gaze?

"Mibu-senpai, wasn't what you were pursuing an improvement to the treatment system for Course 2 students? Then why are you here?"

He walked forward, as if interrogating her.

"I did say that change requires bloodshed and sacrifice, but do you really think stealing the school's secrets can change the situation of Course 2 students?"

"No! I just..."

"Just what?"

"You just thought that colluding with people like this could change this so-called reality?"

"Can stealing the school's magical research results and making them public really change the situation for Course 2 students?"

"Mibu, you're just unwilling to face reality."

He cut straight through Sayaka's stammering excuses, tearing the truth open before her without the slightest mercy.

Then he leaned casually against the doorway and recalled faintly:

"I remember the last time we talked about fairness in the café, I said this to you."

"The world has never been fair."

"Bloodline, birth, ability, talent... those are what decide how differently people are treated."

"If you ignore talent and specialties and focus only on the equality you pursue, then to those who possess talent, that is also a kind of unfairness."

"You already understood that too, didn't you, Mibu?"

"No one can grant that kind of equality. That thing is just a sweet lie used to deceive and exploit others."

"They offered you this pleasant-sounding ideal, Mibu, but in truth, they wanted to use you to steal confidential information from the magic school."

"This is reality."

Hearing this, Sayaka's unfocused eyes regained awareness.

Facing those cold eyes head-on, she could clearly sense the faint emotion seeping out from within them.

It was pity.

Pity like one would show to someone pathetic.

"Why? Why did it turn out like this!"

The moment she sensed it, some emotion in Sayaka's heart, one even she herself did not understand, erupted hysterically.

"Is it wrong to want to abolish discriminatory treatment? Is it wrong to pursue equality? Discrimination really does exist!"

"This isn't my imagination.

I really was looked down on.

I was bathed in scornful gazes.

I heard the voices around me looking down on me!

Is it wrong for me to want to erase all of that?

You're the same too, Yotsuba, aren't you?!"

"You were supposed to be the heir of the Yotsuba Family, yet you were cruelly abandoned. Don't tell me... you think that's fair, Yotsuba? Don't you feel wronged?!"

Sayaka's cry...

It was grief from the heart.

A wail from the bottom of her soul.

And yet, that kind of scream could not resonate with Mahiro at all.

Because being an abandoned child of the Yotsuba Family was only a lie he had fabricated, while the reality he faced was far more brutal than that.

Magical experiments that had lasted fifteen years, perhaps even longer.

Who knew how much effort that old woman Maya Yotsuba had poured into him?

And he had never yielded.

So the cry from Mibu only made him feel that this upperclassman was even more pitiful.

It was a fragile side completely different from that gallant, dashing, and occasionally somewhat childish and adorable upperclassman.

It made him unable to help sighing with regret:

"Mibu, you're pitiful."

"What did you say?!"

Sayaka's response was loud, but it was only loud. There was not the slightest strength or emotion in it.

"Mibu, then let me ask you this. Is magic the only way you measure your own worth? You clearly also have superb swordsmanship, and outstanding looks..."

"Those are nothing but surface things!"

Sayaka rejected him very firmly, and very loudly.

Although this was a magic high school, there should have been no need to cling so stubbornly to magical talent alone.

The problem was that Sayaka did not understand that—or rather, she had driven herself into a dead end.

The current her was no longer denying matters on the level of fairness. She had utterly and completely denied herself.

The person who despised her most as an inferior student, who despised her most as a weed, was precisely herself.

Just like the tracking system he had first discussed with Mayumi.

There was nothing wrong with the system itself. The problem, instead, lay with people...

Perhaps she heard his sigh. Perhaps she glimpsed that sorrow in his eyes.

Sayaka no longer wanted to keep discussing this topic.

Instead, she raised her hand toward him.

The Crystal Sun Stone ring on her fingertip pointed straight at him.

Though tears shimmered in her eyes, she still said with firm resolve, "Yotsuba Clan underclassman, you're different from the other Course One students... no, from everyone else. You're very kind... I don't want to hurt you! So please don't get in my way!"

"All right, go ahead."

"?"

Sayaka froze.

She saw that this Yotsuba Clan underclassman had truly stepped aside and opened a path for her.

Although she couldn't understand what he was thinking, and had even imagined that this might be a trap, she still thanked him softly, then hurried away down the path he had cleared.

And Mahiro truly showed no intention of stopping her.

If she wanted to leave, then she could leave.

He had done everything he could and should do;

he had said everything he could and should say.

Besides, he had never intended to stop this upperclassman.

From the very beginning, he had decided to leave Sayaka's matter to Erika, to reason with and persuade her.

After all, physical force was also a form of "reason."

And as for what his upperclassman lacked, he couldn't give it to her. Only Erika could.