After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me

57 – Rating Equation (5)

Sharon’s sword.

The cadet in charge of the notary took it in bewilderment.

“Um, that ratio…?”

At the cadet’s words, Sharon muttered coldly.

“There is no need. It must be false anyway. Instead.”

Sharon’s eyes shone sharply at her Ian.

“Ian, if what you said is false, confess all your sins to the Disciplinary Commission that will soon be held.”

The Disciplinary Committee.

It is a disciplinary committee that stands for fairness, but it is greatly influenced by the prospects of the disciplinary target. Lena Roswell is a good example.

In fact, the reason why Ian is growing the board like this is to gain an upper hand in the disciplinary committee.

Because I agreed with Sylvia that it would be helpful to build up a little bit of positive awareness.

The reason why Sharon takes such a strong stand may be that she noticed the plan and tried to sabotage it.

‘Why am I so obsessed with the disciplinary committee?’

It is clear that the heroines are united.

I was rather curious about why Sharon took the lead and came out like that.

It’s not unreasonable to assume that Sharon Pierce was the culprit behind pushing Pompon off the roof.

Sharon Pierce has overwhelming physical abilities and a cold and unfeeling personality among heroines.

She is trying to solve her childhood traumas through growth.

If her motive for the crime is that Pong Pong is a hindrance to her own growth, then some of her awkward corners are understandable.

‘If she couldn’t satisfy the pressure for growth given by her family, and it exploded into a pompon who just confessed…’

At first she pushed on with the idea that she would just remove her blockage.

She’s Ian It’s possible that when she returned alive, she planned to get rid of her Ian through a disciplinary committee with a more sophisticated ploy.

‘Considering that she grew up in the Pierce family, there’s nothing she shouldn’t do.’

Befitting a traditional knight family, honor is more important than life.

In addition to that, all sorts of conspiracy tricks are rampant among brothers and sisters, befitting a family of the jungle.

At least the background of the Pierce family she has been living in would not value human life that much.

Sharon’s eyes are infinitely cold and resolute.

‘…Is there no need to worry now?’

She didn’t even think of repairing her relationship with Sharon in the first place.

‘Even if everything goes well, in the end, she will have to become Sharon’s enemy.’

The next main story, ‘Chapter 2, Frosted River’.

Conflict with her will be indispensable.

Thus, the only way to resolve the conflict with Sharon is for someone to collapse.

Just one more reason to win against Sharon in the disciplinary committee.

So Ian immediately nodded.

“I swear on the honor of Black Angus.”

In fact, no matter how you think about it, it is beneficial.

The sword Pongpong gave to Sharon. Because it’s a pretty expensive item.

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Besides, confess your sins if you lose?

I don’t know what Sharon Pierce is delusional about, but she has no sins to confess. If she dares to bring Pongpong’s karma, it would be enough for her to say ‘I’m sorry for confessing’.

It is a story of unconditional gain.

“If I lose, I will reveal the whole truth in the Disciplinary Committee.”

And anyway, he succeeds.

“Hey Cadet Ian? It’s good to chat, but we don’t have much time.”

It’s Ian’s turn to measure.

As an apology, Ian bowed his head to the instructor.

Then he moved forward.

Unlike the first day, there are no special measuring instruments today.

A rather tall platform about 3 meters in width and height, and a transparent wall surrounding it to block the release of magical energy.

All you have to do is go upstairs and use your prepared abilities.

“Measurement of mana control ability begins.”

Instructor’s instructions.

The surroundings are buzzing.

Ian took a look around.

The crowd of saron fan clubs and their leader, Lukasic, are laughing at each other.

Sharon Pierce staring.

And many of the cadets were watching with half curiosity and half suspicion.

Today, we are going to make a definite impression on them.

Not as Pompong, but as Ian Black Angus.

“Let’s start. Whether or not I can float enough. I will demonstrate my mana control ability by whether there is movement while floating.”

The instructors and grading staff nodded.

Ian looked down at the back of his hand.

Thin metal rings that shine different colors on each finger. It is a ring processed with the materials of floating stone in an optimized ratio.

I clenched my fists and focused on them.

A ring that disappears in an instant.

‘Extracted like this.’

The extracted ingredients run along the mana circuit inside the body.

Spread it all over the body.

‘Here, cover the skin as thinly as possible.’

From the wrist to the shoulder. Part of the chest, knees, and ankles to toes.

The best locations for mid-air levitation found after failing dozens of times with Christina all night.

From the outside, it should look like you’re wearing a plate that covers only a few key areas.

“… And what is that?”

“Can earth magic be like that? Aren’t you an alchemist?”

“Great?”

“Cheer up Ian!”

The admiration heard from all around.

On the other hand, the faces of those who wanted Ian to perish were frowning.

It’s a pity for them, but Ian hasn’t even appeared yet.

Ian closed her eyes and focused his feelings on her feet.

The floor of the hard meter.

It spreads magnetism through extraction and transformation.

And at some point.

— Ugh

Ian’s body floated in the air.

“?!”

Ian doesn’t even move as if he’s floating in the air.

Fixed mid-air.

A skill that can be achieved only when the magician’s mana control ability is at a great level.

Obviously, it wasn’t an ability that was easy to see.

“Float, float…float!”

“Me, that’s what?”

“It doesn’t move at all…”

Some wizards of the ether class, who are well aware of that fact, admired it first.

“Whoaaa!”

“Is that a true story!”

“Nyaaang!”

After that, a belated astonishment filled the measurement site.

Ian smiles as he walks down the podium.

At the end of that laugh, Sharon and her guards gathered.

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The bleachers at the rating scale.

“The saintess candidate is definitely a saintess candidate.”

“Don’t be greedy. If you touch the saintess, even the horizon guild will disappear from the map as its headquarters.”

Until just a while ago, this place was the only conversation about the overwhelming divine power of Aria, a candidate for a saint.

I was filled with astonishment at Ian’s performance.

“What, what.”

“What is that? Is it hovering in the air? With elemental earth?”

“I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

The one who was particularly surprised was Ray, a member of the Magic Tower’s Lichten branch.

“Every point on the body is supported with mana without disturbance. It has to be done using the mana constantly moving along the mana circuit… Our Mage Tower lord doesn’t do that either.”

Ray muttered with a somewhat bewildered expression.

On the other hand, Elisha answered rather curtly.

“Of course it’s useless, so I wouldn’t do it.”

“Well that’s true. But that’s the meaning of air fixation! ‘I’m so great that I don’t mind doing useless things like this’! But to think a cadet would show something like that…”

“It’s definitely not a bad ability to be immobilized in the air without moving. But, what. Could it be something tricked…?”

“No matter how clever it is, it’s great, it’s amazing…”

Ray, who was trying to refute something, glared at Elisha.

“Sister.”

Elisha rolled her eyes at the sharp voice of Ray.

“Huh?”

“Respect the morals. It’s my turn this time.”

While the Mage Tower and the Horizon Guild women are fighting.

Deep in the bleachers, in a shadowy corner, there was a figure looking down.

“… It’s fun, but it’s a gimmick.”

A girl with white hair and deep indigo eyes.

She looked down at Ian with a dignified yet curious look.

A knight from the Imperial Guard, White Lily Knights, quietly approaches the girl’s side.

“If you’ve seen enough, you can leave.”

“Hasn’t Sir Jerome come to see Sharon Pierce? Sharon Pierce hasn’t even started yet.”

“…You know the purpose of my visit is to escort you. Please get out before the exit gets complicated.”

The girl, Asteria, stood still and looked down at Sharon Pierce. It is a face that looks infinitely cold even from afar.

“Hmm. If Lady Sharon knew about it, she would be sullen.”

Even as she spat out those words, Asteria’s gaze naturally reached her dark-haired boy, but her words.

Now he is the prince of the fallen Black Angus family.

“It’s been fun. I think I’ve seen everything I’ve seen. Let’s go.”

The girl smiled and came out of the measuring room with her knight.

A street corner with few people.

The girl’s fingers snapped.

In an instant, her hair, which had been pure white, turned into a brilliant, noble blonde.

Knight Jerome asks about that.

“How are you going back like this?”

“No.”

“…Yes?”

“Are you going to enter here?”

“But the princess is…”

Jerome, a Knight of the Royal Guard, hurriedly looked around.

Asteria smiled at that figure.

“Don’t worry. I put Silent around me.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Anyway.”

Asteria took a few steps ahead, holding her hands behind her back.

“I look forward to seeing what the Black Angus family will show you in the future.”

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Meanwhile.

Ian was sweeping the bag of money.

Golden coins shining brilliantly.

And an expensive sword.

I looked at the original owner of the thing with a somewhat snobbish face for being honored by someone.

“Do you write well?”

Smile.

Ian laughed.