Yeah, I Was Evan Frizena

“Now, just answer the questions on the sheets I handed out honestly and without worrying too much. Of course, your answers will be checked to some extent, so don’t write anything too far-fetched.”

The first question on the response sheet Ms. Justina had handed out was, ‘Did you learn any new magic over the break? If so, list every type.’

I’d learned more than one or two new spells. I thought back to the new magic I’d learned from ‘that bastard’ all through the second semester and perfected over the break.

Ignis Bifurca, which split a blaze into two streams; Ventus Claustra, which erected a barrier of wind at a desired point; and Sanguis Stagna, which stopped bleeding and sealed wounds. Various third-tier spells flashed through my mind.

“……Hmm.”

As I sat there, I suddenly remembered that day.

The promise he’d whispered while holding me tightly in the workshop infirmary. His sincere voice as he said he’d make me the greatest mage.

But at the same time, I remembered the hesitation he’d shown in front of me just a few days ago.

That stupid look on his face, unable even to make a proper excuse, just futilely calling my name. No, maybe it was the look of someone who’d been struck right where it hurt.

‘You bastard.’...