Is The Super Famous Sorceress The Villain?

"One, two, let's go, faster!"

"Ahhhh, I can't feel my legs!"

"Come on, Mila! We're not done yet!"

It was Sunday morning, the day of training had finally begun. Despite it being Sunday, the park where we usually trained was, as always, completely empty.

I was wearing a red hooded running jacket and matching joggers with white stripes on the sides. Warren was wearing a black and white sports outfit with a matching white and black sports cap. However, he had a whistle hanging from his neck and a clipboard in his hand, he looked more like a coach than anything else.

I was running around the park or rather, dragging my feet. I was at my limit; I couldn't go on anymore.

When I heard "training," I thought it would be about learning spells or something like that. The last thing I expected was to end up doing physical exercise.

"HAhhh... HAhhh... I need to rest!" I exclaimed before collapsing onto the grass.

"Fine. I'll give you an hour to rest," Warren said, visibly annoyed.

"I thought you were going to teach me how to use my powers, not make me work out!"

"To use sorcery, both your mind and body need to be trained. Besides, physical exercise is essential for the kind of sorcery you use."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes. Yellow-eyed sorcery is the simplest to handle at first."

A question crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but ask, "I've never done a spell before. What is my sorcery based on? And how do you even know I'm a sorcerer?"

"I told you before, didn't I? The day I kicked you, all your ribs should have been broken... And also..." Warren looked at me with a mix of seriousness and irritation. "You always take the stairs in your apartment building. You live on the 30th floor! Do you think that's normal for a high school girl?"

"Ah! Now that you mention it... It is strange!"

I had always ignored the elevator and taken the stairs. Of course, I knew it wasn't normal, but I thought it was just willpower or something like that!

"You're just realizing this now?" Warren sighed. "Anyway, yellow-eyed sorcery focuses on enhancing the body. It's considered the weakest type of sorcery."

"Wait a minute! You said it's the weakest type of sorcery? Then why is Katrina so scared of me?"

"...!" Warren's expression tensed, and his gaze lost all light, as if remembering something terrifying.

"H-hey, are you okay?"

Hearing my voice, Warren seemed to snap back to reality. What was he thinking about?

"Sorry... I don't know all the details, but it's always been said that yellow-eyed sorcerers are the weakest at first. They start with fewer abilities compared to other types of sorcery. However..."

"However?"

"When they reach level five, it's said they gain all the abilities of other sorcerers."

"Huh? Seriously?"

Warren nodded, though his tone carried a hint of fear. "These are just rumors, but Faure Garnier was said to be a level-five yellow-eyed sorcerer. What I can confirm is that she was far stronger than Katrina. In fact, Katrina herself admitted she could never defeat Faure Garnier in a fight."

My eyes widened at those words, Of course, I know who Gardnier was, but finding information about her is very difficult; images of her are even more impossible to find. In summary, all I know is that at some point she was the leader of the Trio Encanto.

A big smile of excitement spread across my face. "Yay! So that means I can be as strong as Garnier? Yahoo!"

"Idiot! If you're feeling fine now, why don't we continue the training?" Warren's forehead was visibly pulsing with veins of anger.

"Ah!... I'm so tired!"

"What a Terrible acting!"

Sighing, Warren added, "By the way, Mila, I don't want to overwhelm you with information, but this is important to know. Blue-eyed sorcerers wield elemental magic. Purple-eyed ones control objects. Black-eyed ones deal with darkness. Green-eyed ones possess extrasensory abilities and healing. And red-eyed ones... well, their magic is ethereal." His face turned even more serious, almost scary. "Whatever you do, never go up against a red-eyed sorcerer, Mila."

"...!"

Having said that, Warren stood up, stretching and letting out a groan of relief. He looked at me seriously. "Alright, back to training."

"W-what? So soon? Five more minutes, please!" I whined, rolling on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Are you a kid? Stop making so much noise!" Warren said, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Fine. If you don't want to train, that's okay. But remember, we only have a few months before you lose your powers."

"What?"

Obviously, that was a lie. Did he really think he could trick me with something so ridiculous?

"Nice try, but I know sorcery doesn't disappear with age. It's like a muscle, you now? You can keep working on it for life. That's what they teach us at school. Even I know that!"

Miss Noir always teaches us that sorcery is an innate power, something that is part of us, like a muscle. The only thing needed is to exercise it, as age or race doesn't matter; anyone can use sorcery if they train that muscle enough.

"That's incorrect, Mila," Warren said, shaking his head. "Once people turn eigtheen, they lose the ability to use sorcery, If they haven't worked on it enough."

"W-what? But then why...?"

The answer came to me almost instantly: it's a lie! They are lying to us at school, but why?

Warren smirked at my reaction. "Looks like you figured it out... That lie is taught because Trio Encanto doesn't want adversaries. That's why there are so few sorcerers out there." Then he added, with an even more malicious grin, "And the ones who do manage to use their powers... You know where they end up, right?"

The image came to my mind immediately, and a shiver ran down my spine. The old building... That's where they ended up. Even Katrina referred to them as the place where they belonged.

"Well? Still want to rest, Mila?" Warren asked with a sarcastic tone.

"No! Let's keep going!" I said, this time with newfound determination.

"Good. I like that look."

He was right; I didn't have time to waste. I wanted to uncover all of Trio Encanto's secrets and free those people.

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Hours later, I was sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. But finally, we had finished today's training.

Suddenly, [Notification!]

"!"

I opened my phone. It was Gris. Apparently, she was at the city's new shopping mall.

The message read: "Look at this, Mila! Isn't it cute?" It came with a photo of an object, to be more specific a plushie of a blonde girl with purple eyes, dressed in a black skirt with a white stripe, a white shirt, a cape with epaulettes, and a golden battle axe. It was Dasha Vienna, or rather, a small chibi-style version of her. Without a doubt, she looked adorable, especially her slightly upset expression.

'Hehe, I'm glad she's having fun,' I thought as I started typing my reply. But before I could send it...

BOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOOM!

Loud noises, apparently bombs, echoed throughout the city. Columns of smoke could be seen in the sky. An accident? I thought. But something didn't add up, a collective accident in different directions? Impossible.

"What was that?!" I screamed in panic.

Warren, on the other hand, remained calm, although his face seemed somewhat annoyed, and I thought I heard him murmur "that idiot," although due to the noise, I'm not sure if it was just my imagination.