I am the strongest mage on the planet.
Support of the Empire, fear of the enemy.
I win in every war—and when there are none, I rest.
So at what point in my life did everything go wrong?
When I agreed to fulfill the Emperor’s personal request?
Or when they sent a whole bunch of “alt girls” to my estate for an internship?
Who are these “alt girls”? Frankly, an attack is worse than any monster.
Magic, boobs, and enthusiasm with a total absence of brains.
And someone keeps wanting to kill them… all the time…