"Just because I refused a training mission, the domain city is stripping me of my identity outright?" Ino could not help staring in astonishment after hearing this.
Once upon a time, the domain city had been a sacred place she desperately wanted to enter. She had never imagined its requirements would be so strict.
Even in the city guard corps, where rules were plentiful, failing a mission at most meant a drastic reduction in resources and a lowered evaluation, much less for a training mission.
Even if one did not accept a mission, it should not warrant having one's domain city identity revoked and facing trial.
This did not look like the treatment for refusing a mission at all. It was completely treating her as a traitor.
"Maybe it was because I never responded afterward that the higher-ups became enraged," Presia guessed. "The domain city's training missions are more or less mandatory. There are only one or two each year, and they say the domain city spends enormous resources on them specifically to break through into the Blood Condensation Realm. The slots are scarce. They could be called the reserve candidates for the domain city's peerless geniuses. In the past, those who returned from training not only all broke through into the Blood Condensation Realm, but also quickly received the treatment of peerless geniuses within the domain city."
"No wonder they were so furious that even an elder came personally." Ino understood a little.
This sort of training clearly meant the higher-ups had taken a liking to someone and wanted to cultivate her as a priority. The consequences of refusing were easy to imagine—it was equivalent to slapping the higher-ups across the face. Ordinary people might not care, but what status did the domain city's higher-ups possess? Who would dare