I am the strongest mage on the planet.
The pillar of the empire, the fear of our enemies.
I win 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 a whole bunch of “altgirls” was sent to my estate for training practice?
Who are “altgirls”? As far as I’m concerned, an attack by them is worse than any monster.
Magic, tits, and enthusiasm with a complete absence of brains.
And someone keeps trying to kill them all the time…