[Leonidas' point of view]

“Sigh~”

I was at a loss of words as I looked at the yet unopened letter placed before me. The wax seal of the Principal of Waser Magic Academy, Triandar Elmora, remained unbroken.

It was not a matter of hesitation for I already knew the contents of the letter. This piece of paper was a mere formality or in some cases a souvenir of sorts, nothing more and nothing less.

The previous day, Principal Triandar Elmora invited me to her office and then proceeded with utmost care to explain to me, a twelve-years-old child, the current situation I unwillingly plunged myself into.

“Isn't this wonderful, Young Master?” Timothy told me with a pleasant smile on his face as he placed a cup of tea in front of me.

“Yup! Yup! You are finally free of this place that smells so weird, nyahaha!” Zor Nya Nyan, the nekatarian, said while she was packing up my bags.

“You fool! The Young Master is clearly distressed about this matter!” Lindus Kar admonished the feline woman.

“You two, stop it! You are bothering the Young Master!” Cormina scolded the two while piercing them with her glare.

“We apologize.” the two bowed to her.

“Really now.” Cormina let out a sigh and shook her head in disapproval.

“But, Young Master, do tell us. Are you not pleased with this outcome of events?” Timothy asked.

I looked back at him and then at my three other slaves and let out a long deep sigh.

“Pleased? Yes... Why shouldn't I be pleased?” I said as I showed them a smile.

“For a twelve-years-old, Young Master is strangely showing us the face of a creepy depressed middle-aged adventurer who has nothing else to fight for, nya~” said Zor Nya Nyan right before she received a head chop from Timothy.

“Nyabuh!” the nekatarian let out a weird sound as she fell face first on the floor.

“Young Master, please pardon this foolish disciple of mine.” Timothy said with a respectful bow before me.

“No, it's alright. She's right... After all, I spend most of my childhood constantly studying and practicing sword fighting and magic with my family. I even ended up fighting a monster of a human like Alexandre Damascus. And now that my cute little sister is all the way in Gallyater, I barely get the chance to see her.” I shook my head while my slaves put on a wry smile.

“No, it's alright.” I continued. “It's absolutely alright that I ended up studying like a maniac at the Waser Magic Academy until the teachers here had nothing else to teach me and chose to have me graduate after only two years...”

“Young Master...” Timothy said with pity in the tone of his voice.

“No. No! It's alright, I'm just a no-good recluse of a student who simply forgot that he had colleagues and people he could get along with if he tried to. After all, they all were similar to this pitiful recluse, individuals with one or maybe two Blessings. I could have been the top student at the Academy, that's what I thought, right? But nooo, I forgot that the top student can't be someone with just ONE Blessing, for obvious reasons regarding the reputation of the said Academy, right? It's also MANDATORY that they stay in the Academy for the whole four years, right? That's why Constantza Lira will be the top student, right? Right?”

“That's not your fault, Young Master...” Cormina tried comfort me.

“Yes, yes... I know. It's not my fault, right? Then it definitely has to be someone else at fault, right? It's that busty goddess' fault, maybe? Yes, it's definitely SARGE's fault!” I cried out.

“Young Master...” Timothy said with the same look of pity in his eyes.

[Somewhere up in the sky...]

“Why is it MY fault that you were a study maniac and bookworm in those two years at the Waser Magic Academy?! Should I smite you? Yes, I should smite you! This GREAT Sapherya Alterrania Raguros Genovia Estrannya, Goddess of Love and Creation, shall SMITE YOU!” the divine being yelled out while several other gods and goddesses were trying desperately to restrain her.

“OI! Someone do something! This stupid goddess snapped again!” Kreatull the God of War cried out.

“Leonidas, please give us a break! This is the eighth time today you called her SARGE!” cried out Albazar the God of Monsters.

“Ah! You idiot!” Yehandra the Goddess of Adventure face-palmed herself.

“WHAT did you call me?!” Sapherya asked with a demon-like voice and bloodshot eyes while a pitch black aura of killing intent emanated from her body.

It was at that moment when Albazar knew he messed up.

That night, there was a huge thunderstorm that swept across the entire continent, and mysteriously enough, all the monsters big or small cowered in their dens until it came to pass.