Chapter 59

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Jushin, 'Primera'.

The emperors of the Pavillion Empire throughout history, who were said to have received the full power of this Primera.

Even if all ability users were born with mana, they could not use magic without the permission of Primera.

And just a moment ago, I became a true ability user when the emperor opened the core in my heart.

This means I am no longer the weak seven-year-old Lilius who could do nothing.

"Hehe."

I covered my mouth and chuckled.

The emperor might not know, but he will surely regret giving me power this day for a long time to come.

"Let's go!"

After shouting a resounding cheer, I followed the manager to the room where I would be staying.

The training facility operates on a dormitory system.

I immediately checked the nameplate on the door.

The names of the girls who would be sharing the room were written there.

Alicia Meyer

Diane Becker

Michelle Coleman

Gemm

Lilius Rubinstein

The nameplates on the dormitory doors are even color-coded.

'What a crazy training facility.'

I clenched my teeth in frustration as I entered.

The room was quite spacious.

There were four double-decker beds, each large enough for two people to lie down comfortably.

Three girls ran over as soon as they saw me.

"Hi, hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Alicia Meyer. This pretty one is Diane, and this cute one is Michelle! We're all nine years old, so feel free to speak casually!"

Alicia, with her short pink hair and bright yellow eyes, shyly introduced her friends.

Diane has a delicate style with her long navy blue hair reaching her waist.

Michelle is a small and cute friend with her light brown hair braided on both sides.

I took in the characteristics of my roommates and greeted them warmly.

"Sure, nice to meet you! Alicia, your older sister is Charlotte Meyer, right? She came to our house to play before!"

"That's right! You met my sister!"

Alicia smiled brightly and linked her arm with mine.

"Diane, Michelle. Nice to meet you too. Let's get along well! But there's one more person, right?"

As I asked, the children's expressions stiffened.

Michelle awkwardly laughed and turned around.

"Yeah. We share a room, but you don't need to greet her."

The children's gazes fell on someone.

A figure lying on the bottom bunk, facing the wall.

Her short red hair made her look like a boy, and if this weren't a girls' room, I might have misunderstood.

'This must be Gemm. She's a commoner.'

In this world of survival of the fittest, she must be at the bottom of the food chain.

The roommates all seemed to have decent personalities, but they wouldn't mingle with a commoner.

'But why did they put a commoner in the same room? From the way the training facility operates, it seems like they would group similar families together.'

My doubts were soon resolved.

"Lilius, are you hungry? It's just snack time now."

Diane asked kindly.

"Will they give us snacks here?"

"Yeah. You just need to go to the cafeteria and get them."

The children's eyes all turned to Gemm, who was lying on the bed.

Michelle shouted.

"Hey! You, you... Go get the snacks quickly!"

"I don't want to. I'm not going to eat."

"But, but what? What if you don't eat! We're telling you to get ours!"

"..."

Gemm didn't respond anymore.

Then Alicia glanced at me and clenched her eyes shut before shouting.

"Y-You, you lowly commoner! Do you know who this is? She's Lady Rubinstein! We've always been nice to you, but now you need to listen to us!"

Gemm abruptly sat up.

With her sharp, upturned eyes, Gemm looked like a boy at first glance.

She also looked much older than us.

"I said no. Who cares who she is. If you're hungry, go get it yourself."

Gemm, who was tall and had a fierce appearance, intimidated the children.

Scared by her harsh words, the children all shrank back and pouted.

'I see, now I understand why they put one commoner in each room.'

I nodded.

There must be white nameplate children mixed in with every room.

What is their position?

Probably like servants.

This is to remind everyone of the class differences and reinforce the hierarchy.

'Wow, absolutely. This training facility needs to be abolished first.'

This place is a breeding ground for corruption!

I smiled at Gemm, who was glaring at me with suspicion.

"Why should this kid get us snacks? Let's go get them ourselves. Do you want to come with us?"

"Oh, Lilius."

"You're so nice."

"She's weird. The commoners in other rooms do as they're told, but she's like this..."

"Gemm, do you want to come with us?"

I asked, but Gemm ignored me, turned her back, and lay down again.

"Wow, look at that bad commoner!"

"Lilius, let's just go by ourselves."

I sighed and went out with my roommates.

Sure enough...

Children with white nameplates were carrying bread and milk in their arms.

'Is this a bread shuttle service...?'

I had no idea where to start improving this environment.

Then I suddenly realized.

"That's right!"

"Why, Lilius?"

Our Chessier also has a white nameplate!

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Chessier quickly grasped the reality of the training facility, which was like a small class society.

There were four roommates.

It wasn't difficult to figure out each of their positions.

"Hey, commoner."

A rough voice called out.

Chessier, who was sitting on the bed, looked up.

"What's your relationship with Lady Rubinstein? I saw you talking to her very closely after the admission ceremony."

Bruce Chamber.

He wears a red nameplate.

The highest rank, after the golden nameplate, which is the top predator.

This means his parents are of high class.

"We have no relationship."

"No relationship? Speak clearly. What are you? Not a commoner?"

"I am a commoner."

"Really? What do you have? But how do you know the lady?"

Bruce asked again, looking fierce.

Then a child who was standing like a lackey poked Bruce.

"Bro, bro. I think, I think."

The child made a gesture as if he was examining his own face.

"What? Face?"

Bruce stared at Chessier.

"Well, yeah... You have a pretty face, so the lady probably noticed you."

"Right."

The child's name is Simon, who acts like a subordinate to Bruce.

He wears a blue nameplate.

It seems to be the next rank after red.

Bruce is the leader of this room.

And Simon is a lackey who caters to Bruce's whims.

Chessier finished his assessment.

"Don't be scared. So, you have nothing except a pretty face?"

"Bro, it's snack time, right?"

"Right."

Simon spoke, and Bruce chuckled.

"Hey, commoner! Go to the cafeteria and get our snacks. Also, bring fresh water."

Bruce pointed to the water jug in the room.

Chessier asked.

"Is there a designated person to get snacks and water?"

"What? There's no such thing."

"Then why do I have to do it?"

Bruce and Simon laughed.

Then Bruce tapped his own nameplate and Chessier's alternately.

"Done explaining?"

"Ah."

I see.

I thought they would assign rooms based on the color of the nameplates, but there was a reason for me to share a room with nobles.

"I don't want to."

Chessier answered briefly and started unpacking his luggage on the bed.

"What?"

"I don't want to. Go get it yourself."

"What did you just say?"

Bruce laughed in disbelief and turned around.

"Bro! What do we do with this kid?"

Despite the hostile atmosphere in the room, a child was reading a book on the top bunk.

Chessier's eyes sharpened as he glanced at him.

"Why are you asking me, Bruce? Bro is busy reading a book."

"O-Oh. Right. Sorry…"

The child had fine lavender hair and slightly darker cornflower blue eyes.

His name is Gerard Schmidt, with a face as beautiful as a girl.

From the way Bruce is cowering, it's clear that Gerard is the real power in this room.

...He has a golden nameplate.

"Hey, guys. D-Don't fight. I-I'll get them as usual."

At that moment, the last roommate, who had been watching the situation nervously, interjected.

His name is Rom.

A commoner with a white nameplate.

The lowest of the food chain in this room.

"Hey, hey. Come here."

As Bruce gestured, Rom approached.

Thud!

Chessier's eyes widened.

Bruce, without warning, hit Rom's head and shouted with a red face.

"Did you want to get hit? I told you to be as quiet as a mouse. I told you not to speak unless I speak to you, didn't I?"

"Y-Yes. Sorry…"

"Tsk, why do you always forget?"

Simon poked Rom's head.

At that moment, Chessier, who couldn't stand it anymore, stood up.

He was much taller than the children.

"Hmm."

Bruce and Simon, who were startled, shrank back.