CHAPTER 1: YUO, WHO HAS NO MAGIC POWER, WAS BANISHED TO THE FRONTIER!

 

T/N: Hello, readers! For your reference, italicized words or phrases are for inner thoughts I hope this doesn’t confuse you! Enjoy 🙂

 

I, Yuo Reinhardt, grew up as a child of a ducal family in the Reese Kingdom; a kingdom where magic determined everything.
Later, I learned that my family and I were not blood-related.
In other words, I was adopted.

 

My father, the head of the household, favored those with magical talent and disregarded those without any.
This was evident in the way he treated his children.
Those with magical talents were doted upon and those without any were treated coldly and banished to the frontier.

 

Useless.

Incompetent.

Can’t even be used for a political marriage.

 

These were some of the things that I was told ever since I was a child.

 

In an aristocratic society where magic determined one’s social status, I was an outcast.

 

When was 16, it was determined that I possessed the skill [Heater].
This set my family off, causing their disappointment to reach its peak.
I still remember exactly what happened that day.

 

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In the Reese Kingdom, the nobles and most influential people gather at the temple.
The ceremony is held to identify what skills the kingdom’s youth possessed.

 

“Yuo-sama’s skill is called [Heater].
She has the ability to warm a target up as much as she wants! Her class is classified as [Scorching Heat]!“ The young priestess happily announced my skill.

 

The entire temple went silent, the atmosphere turning heavy.
It seems that nobody knew the skill [Heater].
No one has ever heard of a skill that can warm a target up nor have they heard of the class mentioned.

 

What did the priestess say [Heater]’s class was? Burning Heat…? Scorching Heat?

 

Though I was unfamiliar with the skill, I had an idea of how it worked.
For as long as I can remember, my hands have always been warm.
When I touch ice, not only does my hand remain warm, it even causes the ice to melt.
My hands aren’t sweaty but I’ve noticed that they’ve always been able to stay warm.
This led to my brother making fun of me by calling me ‘kettle girl,’ a nickname I wasn’t fond of.
Perhaps this phenomenon was a manifestation of my skill?

 

“What kind of skill is that? Perhaps she’s a healer? She can use healing magic, right?” my family asked, still trying to cling to the hope that I can use magic.

 

But the priestess replied, “No, she is not a healer!” 

 

Oh, so I’m not a healer.

 

My last strand of hope was cut instantly.

 

While I was disappointed, the priestess continued to speak.

 

“You can cause anything you touch to heat up as much as you want.
Your skill also includes heat detection and heat resistance.
With your skill, you can even withstand flames and blizzards! It’s an ability an ancient dragon would have!” the priestess, perhaps unable to read the atmosphere, starts blabbering on about this absurd skill.

 

No young maiden would be pleased to hear herself being compared to an ancient dragon!

 

“Ei! Isn’t her skill just like that of a furnace?! What kind of adult cannot even use magic?!” (Duke Reinhardt) 

 

“Father is right! What good is an ability to keep things warm?” (Brother 1)

 

“You are a disgrace to the Reinhardt household!” (Brother 2)

 

“HAHAHAHAHA! That skill that suits you, kettle girl.” (Brother 3)

 

My father was furious and my three brothers were scorning me.
My relatives, who learned that I couldn’t use magic, also had sneers on their faces.

 

Although my three brothers have the worst personalities, all of them excel in magic.
In fact, my eldest brother possesses the skill [Magic Swordsman], a rare and sought-after skill.
The three of them are considered key defenders of the Reese Kingdom.

 

I kept quiet, unable to think of a retort against my family’s insults.

 

They were mocking me because I had an unknown skill and was unable to use magic power.

 

“That’s not true! Yuo-neesama isn’t a disgrace!“ out of nowhere, a girl voiced out.

 

“Mi-Mirac?!” her name is Mirac Roux[1], a classmate of mine at the Academy of Magic.
For some reason, she calls me neesama even though we aren’t related.

 

My friends are here! This is so embarrassing!

 

“Nee-sama is a great person!” she said, and immediately left the temple.
The abruptness of the commotion made.

 

It is quite awkward.

 

“Gosh, what’s with that strange girl? Duke, you will have a hard time finding a husband for your daughter who has no magic power.
If I can suggest, I’m quite interested in having her as my wife.” the stalemate was broken once again by a man who couldn’t read the air.

 

One of his relatives, an old c