I am the most powerful mage on Earth.
The main pillar of the empire and a nightmare for its enemies.
In every war, I win—and in peacetime I simply enjoy peace.
But at what point did everything start going downhill?
When I agreed to the Emperor’s personal request?
Or when a whole horde of “alt girls” was sent to my estate for training?
Who are “alt girls”? In my opinion, it’s a disaster worse than any monster.
Magic, breasts, and unbridled excitement—with a complete lack of common sense.
And on top of that, someone is constantly trying to kill them…