16+ Enemies circle like vultures. The moment I take a step, they rush at me as if I were smeared with honey… though, no, honey isn’t suitable for vultures. The words don’t change anything, and I still have to fight my way up on my own. Gates of alluring succubi, the consequences of a bloodline war, and now—an upper school where they look at me like a social outcast. Will this ever end? Unlikely. Well, let it be like that, but it won’t stop me. Because I am Boiarsky, and no bunch of riffraff is going to tell me what to do!