An Elementalist.

At dusk, ten groups, each consisting of three soldiers and a squadron leader, were chosen to go and explore the various surrounding areas.

However, although everyone who had made the trip with Mystic was chosen, including Noha, Mystic was not chosen.

Because she was the last one to leave the gate.

Therefore, Monica did not choose her, instead, she ordered her to rest.

To occupy her time, she went to train Devon to perfect his martial arts skills.

Thus, the sun rose faster in their eyes than expected, thus putting an end to their nighttime activities.

Around six o'clock, she was called by Monica who had just returned from her night patrol with the others.

When she arrived, she realized that other teams, supposed to take over, had already prepared to hit the road.

Like the night ones, each squadron team-up of three ordinary soldiers and one elite, a holder of a silver-rank grimoire at least.

"I ordered you to rest until dawn, why you didn't follow my instructions?"

Barely arrived on the scene that Mystic was given a telling-off by her instructor.

Standing in front of her like a soldier, her arms crossed behind and her chest puffed out, Mystic looked up at Monica.

"Since I was already feeling good, I thought it would be productive to go train my beast to help it gain experience in real combat instead of wasting this precious time for rest." 

After hearing her justification, Monica's hand flew straight to her cheek, slapping her hard.

-Slap!

Everyone present with them could hear the sound of her slap very clearly because of the force she put on her arm. 

On the other hand, even though Mystic didn't move an iota from her place, blood flowed from her nose and mouth while her cheek swelled at a fast speed. 

Between her confusion and surprise, Mystic was unable to detach her gaze from Monica's. 

The latter holds her by the chin and pulls her at her! 

"Listen to me carefully, apprentice! Here, we obey orders. The life of each person here is under my responsibility. If I tell you to go rest, you will do it without arguing, is that clear, soldier!?" 

"Roger, general." 

"Sorry!?" 

"...Understood, Instructor Monica." 

"Good!" 

After which, she walks away from Mystic, and stands next to Jeevak.

The latter, who, like the other times, was in charge of forming the teams every three months, stepped forward with a list.

"Pay attention, I will now proceed with the roll call. Those who hear their names are ordered to come forward."

"Yes sir!!" The thirty soldiers, including Mystic, responded together as one person.

"Good!" 

Subsequently, he began to call the names of the soldiers.

After each three people called, a superior, among the elite guards, stepped forward to introduce himself as their leader.

This continued until the sixth team was formed.

"Mystic, Ciel, and Valtus!" 

Then, Mystic heard Jeevak shout her first name.

"Present!" Three people, including Mystic, responded together.

"Come forward!" He didn't need to order it for the three to come closer. 

Once in front of him, he looked at them in turn for a short time. 

"From this day forward until further notice, you will be members of Team Thirteen led by William." 

"Roger!!!" 

At the same time, the supposed Captain came forward. 

A muscular man with deep blue eyes and strangely short silver hair. 

He wore black gloves and a black snake earring on his left ear. 

His clothes were fairly ordinary for a captain. 

Aside from a light breastplate and long boots, he didn't wear anything else heavy. 

He had a two-and-a-half-meter wooden bow on his back and a silver odachi on each thigh.

"Follow me." He orders without further ado.

While the trios moved away from the others with their captain in front, the only man among the two girls, whose main weapon was an axe, sulks from his corner.

"Damn, I had to be on that bastard's team."

"..." Although Mystic could hear him complaining about his bad luck, she pretended not to hear anything.

This man, named Valtus, was also the holder of a silver grimoire.

His age and build were about the same as Ivan's.

But compared to Ivan's appearance, this fellow had spiky black hair and a quite average face.

In addition, his pupils were strangely black; a very rare color in this world.

His armor was that of a warrior who excels in melee.

'I'm starting to understand. Each team is made so that they can work together to erase any weaknesses. A warrior who can take damage and who excels in melee with heavy attacks although slow, an agile swordswoman, and a last one intended for support and long-range attacks.

It's impressive, they calculated everything down to the smallest detail.' Mystic murmured as her gaze Switched to the last member of her team, Ciel.

The latter had a staff in addition to her grimoire.

'An Elementalist? This is the first time I've seen one so close.'

Ciel, the last member of the group had long blond hair, a stunning face, and a captivating beauty worthy of an elf.

She wears a strange dress that makes her look like a traditional witch.

However, her grimoire was of the same rank as Mystic's.

'From what I had learned, Elementalists are different from summoners.

Although they draw their powers from grimoires like us, they do not make contracts with beasts, but with spirits which are invisible from us, summoners.

The latter grants them powers based on the four elements namely; Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth.

A very rare few can master all of these elements, while most are just limited to one element.' She said to herself without stopping looking at the girl, visibly intrigued by her powers.

After two seconds, she meets Ciel's puzzled gaze.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"For nothing." She replied nonchalantly.

After a minute of slow walking, Thomas finally stopped after creating a distance of thirty meters between them and the others.

"Good." He turned to the others.

"My name is Thomas William, an A-rank Seeker. From now until the next sorting, which will not take place for another three months, I will be your leader."

He looked everyone in the eye with a kind smile that was good to see.

"You can call me Captain Will if you want. But I expect you to obey me to the letter, understood?"

"Yes sir!!!"

"Good. It's your turn to introduce yourselves now."

At these words, the only man in the group puffed out his chest. "Third Class Soldier, Valtus Paragon, I excel in close combat. My powers are brute force combat, damage taking, and slight gravity control."

He finished his introduction with pride and confidence.

'He's experienced, anyone can tell that isn't his first time enlisting.'

William smiled as he nodded in satisfaction.

"Next." He then ordered.

Since she was in the middle, Mystic knew it was her turn.

"Mystic Shadow, Fourth Class Soldier. My specialties are sword fighting, agility, and shadow assassination." Her voice and rhythm were as perfect as Valtus's.

This didn't surprise William in the least.

'Of course, they have it in their blood, those wild wolves. I don't know if I should consider myself lucky to have one of those wolves with me or unlucky.'

Although it may seem strange, the descendants of this clan may be powerful warriors, and many of them are endowed with unimaginable arrogance.

So his concerns were justified. 

"Ciel Eurodot, Fourth Class Soldier. As you can guess, I am an Elementalist. I master the four fundamental elements; water, fire, earth, wind!"

Her introduction was the most presumptuous of the three.

However, William was at a loss for words after hearing her say that she mastered the four elements.

'Pretty impressive, I must say.'

"Ahem, now that the preliminaries are done, go get ready. Gather here in thirty minutes. I won't tolerate any delays."

"Understood!"