Maturity is when you finally understand just how deep in shit you are…
…and how there is absolutely no way left on the map for you to escape.
It has been exactly one week since the academy started, seven whole days of chaos, stress, nonsense, emotional damage, political traps and a suspicious amount of stalkers.
But thankfully, most of it was just mortal-level shit. No God has kicked down my door demanding my death… yet because I did the smartest thing I have ever done in all my lives combined.
I spent the whole week laying low and pretending life didn't exist.
"Here is your meal, My liege."
Right on cue, Bearlo appeared.
He was dressed in a white martial artist's robe… topped with a bright pink apron.
His arms were stacked with plates, each dish arranged so beautifully it would make professional chefs cry out of jealousy.
He honestly looked like something straight out of a horror novel.
"Thanks for the meal, Bearlo."
I answered politely.
