“Craft. You’re fired.”
“Eeeeeeh!”
And so, I once again got kicked out of the party.
It was a sunny day, exactly 4 years since I became an adventurer on my 16th birthday.
“Seriously, you were useless.”
“I feel bad, but are you really a magician?”
“I can’t believe it, but is the magician’s emblem engraved on your left-hand fake?”
“Gu…”
From the words of the party leader, the warrior Marboro, the only female, the ranger Marietta, chimed in.
The reactions of the other members were similar.
Marboro is annoying, but he’s a talented guy. Considering my abilities, I understand the complaints, but isn’t he going too far?
“Why can’t you, with the emblem, only use basic magic? And the power is unbelievably weak!”
“It’s hard to believe that a magician can’t even defeat a single goblin.”
“Gu gu gu gu…”
What they’re saying is correct.
It’s frustrating not being able to counter with valid arguments!
“Well, just give up.”