"Royal Capital Academy? Is that Father?"
The Hero blinked in surprise upon hearing Father's suggestion to the young man.
Father, who had walked out from the countryside, was once a student at the Royal Capital Academy.
The Hero knew about this, but not from Father, not even from Grandpa, rather from the elderly villagers during casual chats.
After all, even without mentioning Father's subsequent achievements, in such a small village, having once produced a student of the Royal Capital Academy was more than enough for the elders to fondly talk about, and repeat over many years.
But if asked how the person involved evaluates that learning experience?
No need to inquire or guess, it could only be summed up in four words: wasting time.
Father's attitude towards the Royal Capital Academy was just like that, not even disdain but outright disregard.
