Never Going Home Again! ~ Since I Was Persecuted, I Should Repay the Favor, or Else I'll Be Unr

Me and Mr. Tris and Mr. Glenn moved from the hall to the sunny room.

That was a table and chair that could sit face-to-face, like a dining table, in a room with a sofa for three in a slightly remote position.

Me and Mr. Tris sat opposite each other at the table, and Mr. Glenn sat on the couch.

"I'll check first. What kind of skills do you have?

"They say my skills produce seeds as I wish."

"The report says so. So, can I get you out here to try?

Mr. Tris pointed to the tray that had been placed on the table.

That's where I noticed.

"Um, how do you use skills?

If you ask me honestly, Mr. Tris is gone! I got a look like that.

"You just heard the appraisal results yesterday. I don't know, I don't know."

That's how Mr. Tris taught me how to use his skills.

"Well, I'll try."

"Yes! Uh... [Seed Generation]"

I put the name of my skill in my mouth, thinking about what species I wanted to produce in my head, as Mr Tris told me.

Then a seed smaller than the thumb appeared in the tray in front of him.

"You got it! So, what kind of seed is this?

Mr. Tris looks at the seeds on the tray from various angles.

"It's probably pumpkin seed,"

Peel the outer shell to eat the fruit inside.

It was so common for people to skip meals that they secretly collected them and what they were eating when they skipped meals.

How happy I was when I found out I could eat......

"You have one pumpkin seed. Can you get a lot out at once?

"I'll try"

I put the name of my skills in my mouth, thinking about the species I wanted to produce just as I did earlier.

There is also one pumpkin seed on the tray......

"Do you feel like you only get one at a time?"

I put the name of my skill in my mouth again, but only one pumpkin seed came out.

"Yes, I think so."

"I see."

Mr. Tris wrote something down on the paperwork he had.

"Next time, let me have the other seeds."

"Yes. [Seed Generation]"

What appeared on the tray was the seed of a twist.

This also eats the fruit inside.

"This is the seed of a twist. Then you'll have another seed."

I have hardened myself to the words of Mr. Tris.

Nothing comes to mind except pumpkin and twirl seeds......

"What's going on?

Seeing me stiffened, Mr. Tris twisted his neck.

"Um, I don't know what other species..."

"Ah... I will... You're in trouble..."

"You just have to remember what you don't know. Let's ask the gardener to show us all sorts of seeds."

If Tris and I were bothered, Mr. Glenn advised us so.

"That's what you do, too! Let's find out how many times we can get out now."

"Okay."

When I nodded at Mr. Tris' words, I uttered the name of my skills again and again.

And when I had three pumpkin seeds, and seven twisted seeds, my consciousness was plumpingly interrupted.

The sound of gotun echoes in the room.

"Hey......!?

"Huh?"

Tris mumbled on the spot and Glenn rose off the couch and ran over to Chelsea.

Chelsea, speaking of, is with her forehead on her desk. Sleeping freshly.

"Hey, why are you suddenly sleeping?!?

Tris shouted so much of the upset.

Speaking of, Glenn stares over Chelsea's head.

"I've looked into it, but you seem to have fallen asleep after losing your magic."

"Oh, Mr. Glenn had the finest [appraisal] skills!

Tris nodded yeah as he was convinced, and Glenn was smiling bitterly.

[Appraisal] is a skill that shows a variety of things, such as the subject's vitality and magic, what skills he or she has, whether he or she is ill or injured, and his or her profession or family relationship.

Even so, that changes the range of visibility depending on the level of [appraisal] skills.

With the finest [appraisal] skills, I can see all the information I know.

"But you've only got ten seeds out. Does this skill eat so much magic..."

"No, it looks like Chelsea just has too little magic power"

"Is that so little?

"Speaking of magic alone, it's less than the first prince who turned three"

"That's too little!

Glenn put his hand on his mouth for a while and began to think of something.

Tris holds Chelsea sideways and transports her to the couch.

"I'm a twelve-year-old girl, but what's wrong with being lighter than our eight-year-old niece..."

"I heard somewhat about what Chelsea was seeing at home, but that sounds more serious than I thought. I'm going to talk to a great guy about what we're going to do."

Glenn left the room saying so.