Chapter 2

"Hahaha, it's my world now!"

I, Alan, was basking in the satisfaction of finally getting rid of the annoying obstacle.

Magic recovery items are extremely expensive.

It’s more cost-effective to hire a Mana Porter, who can work as a front-liner, for magic recovery than to buy items.

That’s why the job of "Mana Porter" exists as a magic-related job that even those without magical talent can perform.

(A job for dropouts, by dropouts. How ridiculous.)

Just one day of activity and he runs out of magic? He’s far too weak from the start.

A lackey who needs magic supply has no right to be in a magic job.

"We are now level 39. Our magic power has increased this much. There’s no way we’ll ever need someone like him again!"

When I got the job of "Hero" and was officially recognized as a hero by the kingdom,

I felt like I was on top of the world.

I was going to be a hero who saved the world by defeating the Demon King and become a hero across the entire continent.

I never doubted my bright future.

The prestigious Hero Party.

It consisted of cute girls who were my type: the Holy Maiden, the Great Sage, and the Magic Swordswoman.

It was a glorious journey that I thought would be perfect for me, the hero.

However, the king ordered me to take a Mana Porter along.

His words showed that he trusted a mere Mana Porter more than me.

(What a joke! My magic power is top-notch!)

(I’ve never run out of magic before!)

Ishua, the Mana Porter, joined under the pretext of magic recovery.

I thought he would at least do the bare minimum as a tank, but he didn’t even help in battle. When I confronted him, he boasted, "I’m always supplying magic."

And then—

"Thanks to Master Ishua, we had a grand festival of unlimited high-level magic today! It’s amazing! Master Ishua is my savior!"

"Thank you. The spell is very straightforward, and I’m the one who’s grateful."

(What savior? This fraudster!!)

We are an elite group among magic jobs.

There’s no way a dropout like Ishua could supply that much magic.

I glared at Ishua, who was chatting amicably with the Magic Swordswoman, grinding my teeth.

Furthermore—

"Hey, hey, Senior Ishua! How about me? Was I useful to the party?"

"The magic barrier you cast in a pinch was great. It allowed me to create a shield to block the breath attack just by pouring in magic—good judgment."

"Come on. That was just because Senior’s judgment was super fast..."

The Holy Maiden and Ishua were seniors and juniors at the same academy.

When I said it must have been tough having a dropout as a senior, she glared at me with a freezing gaze and said, "What do you know about being a senior?"

(...That was scary.)

I shuddered.

For some reason, the party members were gathered around Ishua.

They were all cute, lovely girls I liked.

(The Holy Sword Excalibur!)

(The one and only unique skill in the world!!)

...So I expelled him.

This party is mine.

His presence was an eyesore.

(That guy is gone now!)

(Now everyone will praise and admire me!!)

The next morning.

I had no doubt about my bright future.

"Aria, rejoice! Tomorrow, we’ll finally be heading to the A-rank dungeon!"

—And I ended up calling out to the Holy Maiden, who called Ishua "Senior" and admired him.