Naylyn almost fell back from the shock. "You want me to use Internal Magic?!. Why?!. External Magic is way better!."
{I will never understand everyone’s fascination for a method that variates, rather than exploit the benefits of the reliable one}
Vurckair shaked his head. "«Better», is arguable to say the least, Nalune. And this advantage happens only because Ell’Thane empowers this approach."
"You say that because you’re not from this world?." Naylyn leaned in to listen attentively the answer. Her soft breasts pressing against Vurckair’s chest, making the young woman’s cleavage more visible.
"You’re not wrong." He raised his hand, and cupped a feel from Naylyn’s mature, ample bosom. "Although i didn’t notice it on myself directly. I’m a person with Full Internal Magic. You have both, Nalune; Like Little Lamb..."
Vurckair glanced intently at the exuberant, gargantuan mammaries of Balalaika, making her self-conscious.
Quickly, she tried, and failed to occult her gigantic boobs behind her dainty arms. What put a sadistic smile on Vurckair.
"But she traded all her Ordinance for Radiance to be more like Brenna. Wrongly becoming a Full External Magic. Which is why she is so gullible, and easily bullied by others. Wrong Stats mess up personality as much as not respecting your Profession."
Naylyn’s head spinned with the ludicrous revelation. ’That would explain why he’s so powerful with such low Singularity. He even reached Grade 3 in one day!. But i don’t think he is aware of it.’
She regained her composure. "I got tired in the Quartzal–?"
"Because External Magic depends on the environment." Stated Vurckair. "Internal Magic is all about you as a person. Even if Magic it’s banned from the location itself, Internal Magic doesn’t fades..."
{Which is why i got Exiled...}
"Furthermore, Nalune. Around 70% of your Flow Magic comes from the Stat of Ordinance, not the Mentality."
She was about to speak, but he pecked her on the lips. "I know what you are thinking. Spirituality is tempting. But it’s the worst Stat by a big margin. Your learning curve should be reliable and multipurpose."
"My phenotype is Offense, Vuick."
"I’m aware, and Specialization is good. But it must be in context, not in performance. The Professions are divided into 4 phenotypes, sure; But that doesn’t mean they’re only good for that."
Balalaika’s faint voice raised. "Each phenotype has a preference, but can be oriented towards the other approaches?!."
"Like you do, Vuick?. An Utility Profession able to deal enough damage to kill a Dragonoid, while withstanding the lethal discharges?. Basically an Offense plus Defense."
"Indeed. I am an excellent example."
"What about Leadership?." Asked Balalaika with low tone "You were a Lieutenant, right?."
"Correct, Little Lamb." He ruffled her crimson hair.
"Should we call you, Sir?." Teased Naylyn.
"Only if you make it sound sexy."
"Yes, Sir~."
Her playful attitude lasted a couple of steps, and hinted Vurckair to cease groping her.
He lowered his hand to the damsel’s waist.
Moments later, Almendra turned on the hall’s corner, handing three small backpacks that were dematerialized by Balalaika.
Almendra faced Vurckair, bowing with great respect. "These emergency rations are for two days at most. Please, keep «My Lady» safe."
The young man grabbed Almendra’s hair, and made her look him in the eyes, stealing a peck from the puffy blue lips, quickly turning the motion into a full fledged kiss that left petrified the astonished Maid.
"This is just the prepayment, Almendra. I expect a proper compensation upon our return."
The Maid straighten her back, stiffly nodding once. "I’ll match your expectations; As long as My Lady is healthy, and happy."
"She will–"
Steps echoed from the opposite side of the hallway. Where waited a white skinned woman of curvaceous silhouette, wearing tight, burgundy combat clothes.
Even from a distance, it is evident that her golden irises with black sclera eyes, widen in surprise.
Similar to Almendra. Who softly murmured; "Cousin..." Before wishing goodbye to Balalaika, and taking her leave.
The woman in the corridor beckoned the Trinity, walking to a nearby staircase.
They went to the lowest floor, passing through a security checkpoint before entering in a chamber filled with rows of Triangular Quartzals that variate in height between two and a half, up to four meters.
"Good start, Worms. Waking up so early means you have researched me... That you are disciplined... Or perhaps delving is all your worth. I don’t care..."
{What an attitude!. It reminds me of my training in Azthea. I’ll fuck her just like i did with that prepotent Sergeant}
’She believes herself so mighty with her black scleras, and Grade 22 Singularity. Pathetic, if she knew what a Grade 74 Singularity looked like, she’d humbled down immediately.’
•Yes, Ma’am!. I’m just a worm!. Step on me but don’t leave me!.•
"My name is Za’Anira Arfand Zuckrude. I am your supervisor, and as such; I removed your current rank and rating. They are baseless numbers that serve no real purpose aside giving you a fake sense of security..."
{It was obvious. Ice’hole and Boob’boy got a reality check after losing the bet}
"That will change in this Test. Behind me are Refined Quartzals. And i understand you acquired Variable Essence. Which leaves the group with a very simple task..."
{What in Fettiyio is the fucking point of a Supervisor who does not oversee us?!}
"Reach Level 15, and at least obtain Three companions. I will evaluate the Trinity’s performance based on the gathered Minions, Summons, and Embryons. «Only if the three of you surpass Level 15». You have until Necro of the next week to return. So choose wisely your destination, because there is no second chance if you arrive earlier."
Za’Anira went to the security checkpoint, while the three Cadets discussed about the Refined Quartzal.
Any easy destination is equal to failure. And the best Quartzals are too large to guarantee they can come back in time.
"Miss Nephron. Do we have enough Variable Essence for what that our Ma’am asked?."
{I misheard, or Little Lamb just called the MILF Supervisor a, «Ma’am»?!}
"No." Flatly responded Naylyn. "We need around 210 drops to ensure you avoid your mother’s punishment." ’And mine if she learns my Minions don’t met her standard.’
"If so..." Interjected Vurckair. "Let’s prioritize the Variable Essence by obtaining a Minion with black scleras to guide us."
{Similar to the Foreign’s Glints. Black scleras have a distinctive black aura, visible to me through Abraxza’s shared sight...}