Most of the descendants of magicians will definitely be magicians, but their magic power may be strong or weak.
This point seems to only depend on the parents' generation and has little to do with the ancestors.
At least it cannot be seen from the sample whether the proportion of descendants of these "civilian magicians" awakening magic is lower than that of ordinary hereditary nobles.
For civilian families, whenever a magician awakens, it is almost equivalent to that family ascending to heaven. Even if the magic qualifications are superior enough, it is not uncommon to be favored by a noble with a higher status and take the initiative to propose a marriage.
Excluding Tasia, among the remaining 24 "civilian magicians" who participated in this survey, 23 chose heterosexual marriage with noble families, regardless of gender. The only exception is that one is still unmarried.
This is really enough to explain a lot of problems.
After sending Tasia home, Chris could not help but sigh: "The lower limit for magicians awakened from civilians seems to be much higher. Even if they are not like Tasia, they are much better than me."
When she said this, Chris' tone was very resentful.
Wayne smiled and said, "That's because if you can't awaken magic independently and release it, those civilians will never even think about another arrangement of fate..."
Speaking of this, Wayne's expression was slightly startled.
yes……
When "Only descendants of nobles can have magical talents" is imprinted in their hearts like a truth, how can ordinary civilians think that they know magic?
Not to mention, if you don't receive systematic study in the magic academy and learn how to use magic more efficiently and how to summon powerful magic, even if a civilian in a corner of the kingdom awakens to magic, he may not be able to use magic more efficiently. He has been stuck in a newly awakened state for the rest of his life and cannot improve, so it is impossible for the civilians around him who know nothing about magic to notice the difference.
He suddenly remembered the original experience of his body.
Although they live on the same land, their understanding of the world is completely different.
If they had not experienced it personally, those noble young men and ladies who grew up in the royal capital might never know how ignorant people who have lived in a corner for generations can be.
The gap between people is much wider than I imagined.
Seeing that Wayne stopped talking, Chris seemed to have guessed something and leaned next to him and hugged him.
"Don't think about the past anymore." She said softly, "Our family will be fine in the future."
Really...will it always be fine?
Wayne touched her slightly curled hair helplessly.
…
After the final rush, this research report was finally submitted to the teacher of the social philosophy class in time.
It is worth mentioning that due to the special request of the Chairman, in addition to the final draft compiled by Tasia, Wayne also copied an additional copy and submitted it to Chairman Harold.
After carefully reading the report with a magnifying glass, he was silent for a long time.
"There should be no problem publishing it." In the end, he just said that.
"So, where is the problem?" Wayne asked humbly.
Harold stared at him for a while before saying, "Broadcast."
With a thoughtful look on his face, Wayne politely left.
In terms of dissemination...that is to say, even if it is published, it will be treated coldly and stored in a corner for a long time like other information?
Wayne turned back and glanced at the top floor of the office building behind him.
Under the reflection of the glass, only a brilliant brilliance can be seen.
After returning home from school, both Wayne and Chris finally relaxed a little.
These days, I am either running around or burning the midnight oil, which is just a lot of work.
Wayne looked in the mirror and touched his face and said to Chris, "I feel like I've lost weight."
"Are you mocking me for being fat?"
Chrissy, who was lying on the sofa, turned over, and her eyes suddenly became sinister.
"No way?" Wayne couldn't laugh or cry.
"You're already so thin, you can't compare to being fat, right?"
She was a little hesitant, "But my mother talks about me eating too much every day."
Wayne grinned.
In terms of portion size, it is indeed quite a lot...
No longer self-pitying, he also sat down next to Chris and asked casually: "Is the day when the publishing house will open soon?"
"this weekend."
Chris punched the pillow next to her and yelled in distress: "Ah~ why am I so busy——"
"No way, this is the life of adults." Wayne sighed.
Her sighs stopped abruptly and she said warily: "I'm not yet a minor."
"..." Wayne, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to do something bad, calmed down instantly.
He retracted his outstretched hand.
Seeing that she had successfully foiled his plot, Chris snorted.
Seeing her disdainful look, Wayne felt slightly unhappy.
Chrissy...
What are you thinking about?
He seems to like me, but he doesn't seem to like me that much.
At one moment he was very close, and at the next moment he became very resistant.
After living together for so long, Wayne still can't figure it out.
To her, is she really that important?
Or is it just that you are temporarily used to having your own existence, and you won’t feel it’s a pity if you lose it one day?
For him, this is even related to his subsequent two-line operation.
However, tonight he was going to do something less moral and pry into Chrissy's deepest worries.
...Just do it this once.
he said silently to himself.
During this period, in addition to completing basic homework tasks, he also delved into sleeping magic.
In the original plot, the heroine was debuffed by the "sleep" of dark magic, so she was able to review her life in her sleep, find and make up for her shortcomings.
Now it seems that Darcy, who possesses dark magic, is out of luck, but she is still there!
He thought maybe Chris needed this too.
Glancing at Chrissy who was unaware of this, Wayne warned her in a pretentious manner: "Little sister Chrissy, you should sleep well at night and don't hide under the quilt alone to read or draw secretly."
"You're the little sister!" Chris shouted back dissatisfied.
Then, her voice paused.
"No...it should be the little brother..."
As he said that, Chrissy's eyes glanced at him involuntarily.
Wayne straightened his back without any shyness.
"Want to touch?" he asked.
Then, he watched with helpless eyes as Chrissy's face turned red little by little, becoming like a ripe shrimp in an instant.
"Go to hell! Pervert!!!"
She was so angry that she grabbed the pillow at hand and beat Wayne out of the bedroom.
