I am the strongest mage in this world. I am the support of the Empire and a nightmare for its enemies. In any war, victory remains mine; in peaceful times, I simply allow myself to rest.
But at what point did everything start to go downhill? When I agreed to the Emperor’s personal request? Or when a whole bunch of “little alt girls” were sent to my estate for training?
Who are these “alt girls”? In my opinion, a disaster even worse than any monster: magic, breasts, and enthusiasm—with almost a complete lack of brains. And to make it worse, someone keeps trying to kill them…