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I was deep in practice when the bell rang.

Someone was standing at the door to the training ground.

“That’s strange; we rented this place entirely, right?”

“Wait, you are…”

“Please cooperate.”

The instructor, who was talking to the person outside through the intercom, opened the door.

The Violets, curious about the identity of the visitor, all turned their heads in that direction.

What came into view was a slender woman with black hair.

“Huh! It’s Older Sister!”

Sophie El had come to visit in person.

Why, I wondered? A question arose in my mind.

Just a bit ago, we were having tea at our house.

She must have inquired about something and come here.

“Aren’t you from the Inspection Bureau? So, why have you come here?”

“My job is to keep an eye on the Violets.”

The sister answered lightly with a smile when the instructor asked.

I felt a strange awkwardness but kept my mouth shut.

Who would openly admit to being a watcher?

“What is the Scholarship Officer thinking?”

In fact, I still didn’t quite understand what the Scholarship Officer’s specific intentions were.

Seeing that they were just leaving us alone, it seemed like they wanted to do something with us.

After a special interview, I had thrown out a few words, but all I got were vague replies.

“Still, they aren’t blocking our transfer. We should consider that a relief.”

“In the end, it’s only training!”

Sophie El, who apparently had no intention of interrupting, sat on a training ground chair, watching us do our work.

“Group training?”

With heightened senses amplified by magical power, I caught my sister mumbling.

When I turned slightly, I saw her black eyes filled with curiosity watching us.

It was only natural for her to be interested. After a brief pause from our virtual training, we were engrossed in complicated group exercises.

At a glance, it looked like synchronized dance.

Instructor Frederick’s guidance was quite intricate, considering the Violet Network and sensory sharing.

“Tenth Clone! Twentieth Clone! Move properly. You need to move quickly to save your allies!”

On one side, the armed Violets practiced their Weapon Techniques.

On another, the Violets adjusted their stances or formed formations as they moved.

“One, two! One, two!”

As one swung their weapon, the other Violets followed suit consecutively.

“Focus just a little more. You do know that a single wrong move means wrong feedback for the other, right?”

“Yes!”

The Violets moved in unison. Their power came from their coordinated movements.

As the instructor turned to look at the Violets, he headed to another area.

Over there, our friends were training with their individual weapons.

“I see hands! Hurry!”

I spotted Kalia, who had wrapped my relic chains around her arm.

The instructor seemed specifically interested in Kalia.

It seemed he liked her skills.

“Wasn’t Kalia a Polaris student? Maybe he’s developing an interest!”

“Is that the thrill of teaching?”

I noticed Daphne, sweating buckets as she swung a pole.

Interestingly, Daphne had started close combat training at some point.

Was she trying to fight in close quarters like other combat mages?

Once the close combat weapon training ended, the friends headed to an indoor shooting range.

Perhaps it was because the training ground was so large, it supported a variety of targets and holograms.

“Violet, can I borrow a weapon?”

While other friends were deep into training with their familiar weapons, this time Daphne approached and asked.

I chuckled, pulling various weapons out of my inventory and placing them on the table.

“Rifle, handgun, crossbow! Everything’s here. What do you want to choose?”

Daphne seemed unable to come to a conclusion right away. The observing Instructor Frederick guided her.

“I think it would be best to choose something that fits your rear support role.”

“In that case…”

Daphne’s blue eyes suddenly stopped at a hefty gun with a large rectangular magazine. It was an automatic shotgun.

“I’ll go with this one.”

“…?”

It was an unexpected choice. To pick such a large and powerful weapon at a glance.

Before I could be surprised, my friend picked up the gun and, after listening to the instructor’s explanation, learned how to operate it before pulling the trigger at the target.

-BAM!

“Uh, ah!”

“Be careful!”

“How does Violet handle something like this…”

Oh dear, it seems she couldn’t control the recoil.

**

While the Violets were training hard until they were exhausted, another group of Violets were suffering from a burning pain in their heads.

“Uwaaaah!”

In a temporary classroom filled with numerous blonde girls, Clone 1678 screamed while solving problems written on the chalkboard.

Then other Violets began to cry out in response.

“Eewww…”

“Keeek!”

“Huuhhh!”

The math problems were far too difficult.

What on earth does it mean to estimate the coordinates and vectors based on the amplification process of Ether and dynamic tuning?

As we suffered, we clung to a boy with blue hair sitting on one side of the temporary classroom.

“Help! Lucian! Solve this for us!”

“No way.”

Unfortunately, this magic boy rejected our request.

How can he just leave his suffering friends like this! This guy is too evil.

“I’ll give you something delicious for dinner!”

Lucian sighed.

“No, you have to calculate strictly using your own brain. Using a calculator or external help won’t do any good. This is a training session.”

“But it’s too hard!”

As he listened to our lamentations, the boy closed his book. The thick cover slammed down.

“That’s thick…”

The book he was reading was different from ours.

While the Violets were reading beginner to intermediate level material, he was diving into intermediate to advanced level.

“But you can store spells in your head. If relic technicians and other mages knew about you, they’d be envious!”

“That’s true, but…”

The reason the Violets dive straight into advanced magic while we started from the basics was simple.

It was due to Professor Albert’s strict policy, analyzing our abilities.

“Can’t you just teach us the harder spells directly? You know what my ability is.”

“That’s not wrong, but then your fundamental level would still be where it is. Plus, you went through so much trial and error just to create a single Melting Ray, and now you want to tackle advanced magic? You might blow up this entire area! Follow me. If you train, your magic crafting speed will also increase.”

“Can’t we just increase the scale? Just increasing the number of clones should solve it!”

Professor Albert listened to my argument and countered without hesitation.

“Increasing only the scale isn’t enough. The intricacy of that operational process is also important. Just increasing the number of heads will lead to limitations!”

The finishing blow came from Uncle Yurik’s report.

“Doctor. Please explain.”

“Here… do you see the statistics?”

“The relationship between the number of instances and computational power? Is this my computational ability level?”

The angles and heights of the graphs in the calculations were quite gentle.

“Exactly. Based on the calculations done with Professor Albert, the amplification level for the Violet President’s Ether manipulation isn’t very high. If you only increase the numbers, you’ll hit a limit.”

“Huh!”

When the Ether science expert and the magic professor presented statistics and calculations, Violet had no choice but to surrender.

Thus, all we were left with were terrible math formulas and incomprehensible theories of magical operation.

“Ugh…”

“Geez…”

As Lucian looked at me with a pitying gaze, I felt embarrassment and indignation.

Just then, the professor, who had gone outside, returned.

“Well, have you solved it? Now answer me, Number 223!”

“Waaah!”

**

After class ended, Professor Albert grumbled as he walked towards the research laboratory building.

That incompetent student couldn’t even solve this simple problem and was groaning.

“Even Violet with those skills… tsk tsk.”

The professor thought of a student named Lucian.

It was a bit pitiful seeing him intimidated by the dazzling Unique Abilities of Vision Memory and Violet Network.

Given his sharp mind, he should be someone who could achieve great things if he learned well.

He knocked on the door of the laboratory.

It seemed that the doctor his disciple had kidnapped planned to stay here for a while longer.

He wanted to further research this thing called Violet Network.

Professor Albert entered.

Yurik was staring intently at the computer screen, wearing a serious expression.

“Oh, Professor, you’re here. I was just planning to discuss that data from last time with you. You’re just in time.”

Doctor Yurik turned the monitor screen around for the professor to see. A graph familiar to Albert appeared.

“This data discusses the computational power expansion levels for each Violet, right? Didn’t you finish the analysis last time…”

“Just take a look first.”

When Professor Albert asked, Doctor Yurik shook his head, pointing his finger to a specific part of the screen.

As he viewed the data filled with numbers and calculations, Professor Albert’s eyes widened like lanterns.

“No way.”

The line on the graph, which had been steadily rising, suddenly shot upwards as if to pierce the ceiling.

‘Could it be that I was wrong?’

Professor Albert recalled the remarks he made to his disciple.

“Wasn’t that a misjudgment? It’s really increasing like this? That can’t be. Based on what you showed me…”

As he corrected his trembling emotions, Yurik confidently asserted.

“That calculation from last time was incorrect. The scale was set too narrow. As a result, several additional figures that needed to be considered were also misapplied.”

“Even so, this is impossible! How can a human…”

“Maybe it’s possible if we increase indiscriminately. Of course, the levels per entity need to rise more than they are right now.”

“Let’s figure out the exact figures first.”

Seized by a strange excitement, the two scholars began their discussion.

**

After the training finished, I got a text message.

It was from the intermediary, Manager Leslie.

<I received unusual information from a nearby informant. Tomorrow evening, in the Central District along the Aden River, a group reservation is made on a cruise ship. But the list…>

At the same time, information also came in through the Violet Network. A message sent by Violet 1, who had placed tails on Irene’s relatives.

“Those guys just made a phone call, and I overheard that they’re going to some river!”

Oh, I heard that Irene’s relatives seem to be gathering somewhere.

They rented a cruise ship, which is fascinating.

I was lucky to catch such information.

The next evening, we waited at the scheduled spot. The location was a small river in the Western District.

Under the night view, a small cruise ship was floating.

– Splash!

The surface around the cruise ship rippled in the shadows.

A small snorkel popped up. Moments later, several human heads floated to the surface.

Wet blonde hair shimmered in the lights.

“I found it. This is the place where their gathering is supposed to be!”

“Here it is!”

The gaze of the crimson-eyed figures in the darkness turned towards the cruise ship. We cautiously approached the area around the cruise ship.