Never Going Home Again! ~ Since I Was Persecuted, I Should Repay the Favor, or Else I’ll Be Unreasonable ~

Chelsea, Glenn and Tris decided to steal a view of the control training to be conducted at the training ground from the small field next door.

It did not take the form of a tour within the training grounds because safety was taken into account.

"Conduct afternoon control training"

A researcher as a compiler stood in front of five trainees in blue robes and told him so.

Each of the five stared at the researcher as the summariser and nodded strongly.

"If you're just going to create something powerful and huge and just bump into it, anyone with more than intermediate skills can. But it's up to you to control yourself, it's up to you to change your power, it's up to you to change your size, it's up to you to make an unusual move instead of just bumping into you."

That's all the researchers in the compiler snorted at the five fellows in charge of education wearing gray robes.

Fellows in charge of education also seem to understand, nodding forcefully to show.

"This time they will be less powerful, produce extremely small ones, and train to release them where they are aimed. The target is their own educators. Take good control, all right? That's it."

I guess this training has been going on for a long time.

The four sets of trainees and educators travelled a certain distance from the others.

Only one pair...... Margaret and Mirabelle, who is in charge of education, remained on the spot.

Some researchers are nearby as summarisers.

"Now turn to me and give me the tiny, weak fireball."

Mirabelle told him that she would stand a few steps away from Margaret.

Margaret looks very nasty.

"I'm always so confident. I won't let you tell me I can't."

"So, I can do it! Come out, fireball! [Firemagic]!

When Margaret shouted that way, a fireball as big as a man's head appeared, floating in the universe.

"I wonder what's so small about it. That's how small it is... [Fire Magic]"

When the mirabel snapped like that, a fireball appeared slightly higher than the hiragana of the.

"You can't get anything so small out here, can you? At least show me something smaller than the Hiragana."

Mirabelle laughed couscous. Yes, I put out a bean-grain sized fireball.

Margaret got a hateful look and stared at Mirabelle with a kick.

That's when Chelsea's figure behind Mirabelle came into view.

There are two beautiful men standing by Chelsea, talking to each other somehow.

- I can't believe my scrupulous, badly made sister is letting a man serve... Impossible!

- You can't have that! Because I'm better!

- You just have to burn it with fire magic!

"What are you so upset about! Put out the fireballs!

Margaret, who was contemplating cursing against Chelsea, was hacked by Mirabelle's words and more forcefully mouthed her skill name than usual with the momentum.

"[Fire Magic]!

Skills are embodied in what I had in mind at the time.

The more advanced you are, the more you embody what you were thinking.

"Huh...?

Margaret was thinking of burning Chelsea with fire magic then.

And shortly afterwards, I left it to momentum to say the skill name.

The result was not a fireball, but an automatic, moving flame giant about twice the size of a person.

The flaming giant went to Chelsea behind the mirabel at a tremendous speed the moment it was created, when it erupted into a gobbly fire.

"Huh!? [Water magic]!!

I thought Mirabelle was coming at me, and I panicked and said my skill name toward the flaming giant.

But Mirabelle's [water magic] skills are intermediate, so even if she could lose some power, she couldn't stop the movement.

The researchers in the role of compilers cannot be stopped from the beginning because they possess advanced [healing] skills.

Speaking of other educators, then, they were unleashing magic to stop the movement.

But it didn't stop the movement, as did the mirabel, because it was also distant.

And the flaming giant passes too far beside the mirabel.

"Margaret! Turn it off now!

Mirabelle was relieved for a moment to find out she wasn't targeted, but she remembered and shouted that there were Chelsea's in the direction the flaming giants were about to go.

But Margaret opens her mouth and doesn't move in surprise.

The flaming giant left the training ground and tried to step into a field with Chelsea.

At that moment, Tris and Glenn moved.

"Don't go into the field! [Soil magic]!

"[junction (barrier)], [icing (freeze)]"

A giant of dirt appears and stops the flaming giant from moving. And from his feet the flaming giant began to freeze.

Flaming giants fly fireballs like they resist, but it is also prevented by the junction.

A few seconds later, the flaming giant froze his entire body and stopped moving.

And the earthly giant shattered the flaming giant that became a mass of ice.

"Is Chelsea hurt?

When Glenn inquired, Chelsea nodded small as she gave a surprised look.

"It seems a bit arrogant when it comes to control failures."

"Oh, right. That's just not good."

Listening to the conversation between Tris and Glenn didn't make sense to Chelsea.

Margaret couldn't move standing up on the spot.

"Oh my God, you did this to me! I told you to get the little fireballs out, but getting the flaming giants out isn't like proving you can't control them!

Mirabelle shouted with a sad look at Margaret like that.

If you prove uncontrollable, you will be put on a bracelet that will seal the magic that you will not be able to remove for life, and you will be returned home.

As long as you have that bracelet, you can't use your skills, and you don't want a good edge. It could even be that I am no longer a nobleman.

As for the mirabel I know that, even if I hated it somewhat, I was just going to grow it so I could control it properly, which was sad.

Margaret was detained by other educators.

"Sorry"

That's what the researcher in the summary said as he approached the field, bowing his head deeply.

Tris still kept his nose rough, but Glenn didn't even look at the researcher, staring at Margaret with his still cold eyes.

Chelsea was quiet, not keeping up with the adults' movements.