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

58 – Sharon’s Regret

A personal gym provided by the Knights Faculty.

A square-shaped line 3m in length and width was drawn around the training ground, and a scarecrow for training was placed at each vertex.

And right in the middle.

A woman with infinitely cool-colored hair is concentrating with her eyes closed.

Eyelids that draw a long blue arc like a crescent moon covered with frost.

Sharon Pierce’s training routine begins by cutting down the scarecrows placed all over her with one blow.

As Sharon operates the circle, her surroundings shine with a halo.

A phenomenon that occurs when the frost mana crystals flowing from her body reflect the surrounding light.

“Huh.”

With a light deep breath.

— Whee ae ae ae liquid!

The sword draws a beautiful curve and slices through scarecrows one after another.

No. Had to be cut out.

— That Gigi Geek!

A ghastly sound of metal cracking is heard, followed shortly thereafter.

— Jjaeng!

The sword is broken.

Shards of the sword scatter as if exploding.

Sharon quickly turned her body to avoid it.

But a long line of blood was engraved on her white arm.

Bright red blood is slowly flowing down.

— Jerbuck.

Sharon looked down at her floor.

A sword that shattered like broken glass.

It was the best sword she could get right now.

But as expected, I couldn’t handle her magical power.

The types of mana elements are fixed, but depending on the person who absorbs and uses them, even the same element has different characteristics. As for the characteristics, the deeper the user’s talent and personality, the more it is added.

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Sharon’s frost mana element is infinitely cold and sharp.

That’s why an ordinary sword can’t handle her mana.

“…….”

Shake off the visible drops of blood.

Sharon looked around her training scarecrows.

One was completely cut down and fell,

The one next to it was roughly cut and turned over.

The third scarecrow was half cut and stood at an angle,

The last one wasn’t even scratched.

“……”

Originally, all the scarecrows on the four sides had to be neatly cut.

This is just the beginning of her training process, warming up.

Feeling inadequate, she had to add more training dummies.

… But now, why is her half-cut off scarecrow staring down at her crookedly?

“Ugh.”

A small moan escaped Sharon’s mouth.

A throbbing palm.

Sharon lowered her head.

The fist I was clenching without realizing it.

Unfold it slowly.

A fragment of a scattered sword embedded in the palm of your hand.

The blood that spilled out ran down my palms and dripped.

“…Impossible.”

Sharon muttered involuntarily.

It is absolutely impossible with a sword like this.

I can’t contain the mana of her infinitely sharp frost.

Even if I brought dozens or hundreds of these swords, the result would be the same.

But this is the best sword she can get now.

“Ah…”

Sharon’s expression was still expressionless.

Her cold face cracked for the first time.

She bit her lower lip.

Because of regret.

“Why did you… Do something so stupid?”

Why?

In that situation, would Ian Black Angus bet his sword on his failure?

Why couldn’t I keep my composure?

If Ian’s words were lies, he would collapse on his own.

But he couldn’t stand his confident expression.

Sharon is Ian who was kind to himself on the outside, but secretly used black magic to curse growth.

I wanted to suppress it somehow.

“It was a stupid idea.”

It was a stupid idea.

He himself was stupid and pathetic

I thought Ian must be hiding his power.

He shouldn’t have risked his only sword.

There was nothing to be gained.

—

Ian Black Angus always does.

If you stop looking at it, your composure will break.

A cold reason that has cracked.

It was fear that suddenly permeated between them.

Fear of what would happen if I couldn’t find the sword.

The fear of what will happen if you mess up the rating scale like this.

The fear of being ridiculed by siblings when the truth spreads through the family.

Fear of the family lord who will be infinitely disappointed.

And…

The fear of being abandoned by everyone with stunted growth and sinking into the depths of darkness once again.

— Tenderness

Thinly trembling lips.

Sharon gritted her teeth and managed to hold back the trembling.

Dark blood runs down the lower lip.

“Help…”

Should I ask?

But to whom?

There was a name that naturally came to mind first.

Ian Black Angus.

For the first time in his life, others who helped him wholeheartedly.

And a man who let me know that there was something behind that melt-in-your-mouth kindness.

— Hooded

Sharon clenched her fist again, and her blood dripped from her wounded fist.

Other than that, I have never received any help.

I don’t even know how to ask someone for help like this.

A day.

There is one day left until the final grade measurement.

Somehow I have to find a way before that.

If she doesn’t have a sword, she can’t produce proper mana.

“In the family…”

Should I ask you a favor?

I’ve never been like that, but now, there’s no way.

The head of the household never took advantage of Sharon even when her mother passed away.

But she will forgive me just this once.

With such false hope, Sharon raised her quill.

Blood flowed from his trembling hands, soaking the paper incessantly.

◆

Last day to measure ratings.

The measurement item, as expected by Ian, was the period of movement.

The venue is a wide open space located outside the academy.

The measurement method comprehensively measures moving distance, acceleration, speed, landing, and usability.

“Let’s start measuring Cadet Ian.”

Of course, the preparations have been perfectly completed.

On the other hand, there was a little difference from before.

“Hey, Ian!”

“This is a must see!”

The expectation that children send has changed.

Sometimes there were mixed opinions about ‘What’s good about a guy like that’, but people tend to like fun rather than dissatisfaction.

Ian immediately clenched his fist.

The rings on her fingers disappeared.

Injects magnetism into the floor at the same time.

“It floated!”

A shouting sound that can be heard even before the body rises completely.

‘…What kind of circus troupe do you think?’

Ian sighed lightly and, still suspended in the air, this time took her battery out of her pocket.

— When current is applied to a thin film of floating stone, the floating force increases several hundred times instantaneously. So to speak… Like a cannon.

‘It’s a cannon after all.’

Ian was reluctant to be shot, but…

After all, it is a cannon that goes around and around.

Still, the consolation is that the possibility of arriving separately with arms, legs, and heads is significantly less.

“Life.”

A self-talk that cannot be heard, buried in cheers.

Ian placed a storage battery on the thin film and applied current.

I hope her whole body is thrilled for a moment.

— Paa Ang!

The surrounding landscape passes by in an instant.

Before you even feel the sense of speed, you are preparing for landing.

‘Extract, transform!”

She stretched out her finger and created a magnetic field at its destination.

So to speak, a kind of magnetic field net.

As soon as the shooting body arrives there.

— Whoa!

The body is fixed in an instant.

“Rush distance 100m! Speed… Less than 1 second!”

“… Whoaaagh!”

“Crazy Ian Crazy!”

Cheers pouring in with the shouts of the instructor in charge.

It’s like cursing or astonishment, but I can’t bear to concentrate.

“…Ouch!”

Ian vomited.

To the extent that I can’t keep my mind from the feeling that my intestines are being pulled.

I lowered it to lower the speed…

This is really no joke.

‘Let’s think about a way to stop softly.’

While he was thinking about how to treat Christina, he calmed her down.

— Awesome!

“Quaaah!”

“Miss Sharon are you okay?!”

Far away.

I heard the sound of a sword breaking.

‘The sword must have broken because it couldn’t stand the mana.’

Sharon Pierce, who was treated as a performance-killer in the game, but there is a prerequisite. Custom equipment. In short, she said that it was she who gave her performance as much as she fed money.

In reality, that fact doesn’t seem to have changed.

Cheers on one side.

One side screams.

It was a landscape changed through the measurement ceremony.

◆

After the measurement ceremony.

She deserved to enjoy a moment’s leisure, but unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to do so.

—「Notice of convocation of the disciplinary committee」—

I want you to respond to the convocation of the disciplinary committee.

– Subject to discipline: Ian von Fong Eastan Black Angus

– Reason: All acts such as intimidation and s*xual harassment against classmates.

…….

——

A disciplinary committee decided two days later.

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— See you at my dorm.

How did she know, she got a call from Sylvia right away, asking for a countermeasure meeting.

Ian had some countermeasures in place, but advice from someone on the level of Sylvia would certainly be helpful.

“There…”

Unlike her, Sylvia pauses for a while. She

Pursed her lips before opening her mouth cautiously.

“Because there’s someone who can be of great help?”

Sylvia’s voice was cautious as if she were about to tell a very difficult story.

Thanks to that, my curiosity was amplified.

Who the hell is that?

“… You may be reluctant, of course, but I think you’d better use whatever is available. Her suggestion wasn’t bad.”

Of course, at this point, Ian had a rough idea.

Behind my back, I pretended to be cautious.

Following Sylvia’s gaze, Ian also turned his head.

“This, Ian.”

Green eyes that look like forest leaves.

A black handkerchief wrapped around a white neck like a choker.

And red hair.

“Oh, bye… Bye?”

Lena Roswell raised her hand awkwardly.