“I can’t believe you have a garden with a freaking waterfall in your villa. Like is this the difference between nobles and commoners?” the blacksmith girl complained while kicking her feet.

I shrugged, leaning back against the rail of the gazebo. “I’m sure if you go look at those richer than me, you will see something even more insane.”

The three commoners look at Kayla who just swam up to the step.

“Don’t look at me. Even though I’m rich, I’m personally not that rich to want to spend it recklessly on something like this.” Kalya mumbled, ducking her head back under the lake.

Enchanter rolled onto her feet and wobbled to the edge of the gazebo. She lifted off her top and dropped her pants. She took a step like she was going to jump in, but tilted right over. Falling face forward, arms wind milling out as she splashes into the lake.

I chuckled and looked away from Kayla’s pointed stare.

Nobody but her would know I pushed the Enchanter in.

“Hey, do you practice every chance you get?” Linda pointed at the golden card spinning in my hand.

I nodded, “To be strong, you can’t just have good talent and a lot of resources. You need hard work to go along with that. Plus as…” I trailed off upon realizing I didn’t know any of their names but Kayla and Linda. “Hey, what are your names?”

Blacksmith raised her eyebrow, “Oh, you just now saw us as people? I’m Georgia.”

I rolled my eyes and looked at the enchanter who had finally surfaced a bit away.

Linda helped her out since she might not have heard.

“Her name is Amy Hunt,” Linda supplied.

Oh, I think I knew that.

“Anyway, as I was saying like Amy said earlier. In order for your family to grow, you have to cull the weak. Thus you would rarely see any weak noblemen. The women though, they are strategic resources and nobody would care if they can or can’t fight. It is up to them to put that foot forward or they can only be used like chess pieces. Though the males aren’t exactly in a better position. We could end up buried at a young age, never to be heard of.” I spoke in a solemn tone.

Linda and Georgia gave me weird looks of pity and I burst out laughing.

“Don’t pity me. I am still doing a lot better than you two at any rate. At least, I am more handsome than both of you, and my fashion sense didn’t die.” I laughed harder upon seeing their pity disappear.

I walked across the lake surface, leaving behind ripples and laughter.

***

I rested my chin under my paws watching another useless fighting match between commoners. Aye, how terrible they were. Tossing around small daggers like rocks or large fireballs that lack proper condensation. Let’s not talk about how easy it was to tell that they didn’t even spend any of that precious credits they won on getting vein cleansing treatment.

Sadly, this was a mandatory class.

I had to stand here at the treatment desk and provide first aid to the morons who failed for credit and other resources. What I really can’t believe is how packed the stadium is. Like is there nothing better to do than watch amateurs bite and claw each other?

I fully well understood how much money these lads were raking in and if this wasn’t a school provided function. I might have wanted to be a little gangsta and charged them a protection fee.

I sighed, took out my badge and began checking the forum for something interesting to read. Speaking of which, I felt a little embarrassed about how I was brute forcing the badge instead of using the function in a normal easy way.

What can I say though? Complicated rune math? Easy peasy.

I chuckled at an article from a commoner who found out that there were Societies here. Much like clubs in grade school but the only differences was that these were just branches and not activities to help exercise your social skills.

Anyway, the poor lad went and signed up. The recruiter laughed in his face but didn’t tell him a single thing about what to expect. The poor lad found out that it was the men in robes who profess to be of one religion and they offer to give him resources for his time spent. Time spent being time on his knees.

Ha, funny being that he didn’t post anything negative about them. Only emphasizing that one should be warier of the Societies.

Another Commoner girl was played around with by a low noble and she whined on the forum about the injustices that she was receiving. The low ranked nobled stole her talent with a demonic ritual and then tried to kill her but failed.

Not all that surprising, that someone stopped his ritual.

It is more surprising that the foolish girl decided to rant about being tricked twice!

It has been like what… six maybe seven weeks since academy officially began for some of us and people were already so foolish.

Wondered what their parents taught them.

However, ha. This one tops the charts.

A lowly baron’s son decided to invest his talent under the wing of a higher ranking noble. Aka, a Earl or above, the royalty bloodline. The blonde hair bastards sold out the poor fool, turning him into a working boy.

You know that song, elbow hands knees and toes. Haha, when you get to your knees you find yourself bent over. He enjoyed the soap dropping act more than he should have but I guess he did get something out of it.

I mean it couldn’t be all bad right? When he takes a crap, it will just flow out. Whoosh.

Anyway, the reason it is funny is because his sister is the one crying on the forum about her brother being more popular than she is. Ha, she even compared the level of benefits they received.

And people are saying noble rape commoners… Hahaha.. All I have seen so far is someone throwing gold coins at people's faces and they are counting them as it hits them. What a bloody fun world!

I put away my badge as my sixteenth patient that day came over. Why couldn’t they use the other arena? Like come on. Don’t you think I get tired of fixing hairline fractures? Broken ribs? Internal bleeding? Like do I really need to know that someone got kicked in their balls and their bladder is now situated in between their lungs?

I mean, I had one patient who had his heart in his throat. Literally. He was hit so hard that his heart jumped into his throat.

I honestly, never seen that shit before.

“Lay down on the table.” I commanded, slipping on my dark green working gloves.

The guy looked at the table which was dick high and struggled with climbing up. I couldn’t help but laugh as he tried not to bump his broken dick.

To be fair, dick shots were quite common. I don’t even know how many times I heard people say, ‘you can’t knock him down with a left jab? Hit him in the balls.’

Tsk, I waved my hand and he floated onto the table. I pulled an extended arm over, pointing the cone shape gem at his hip. An image of his insides hovered over him and I began working my magic. Letting green tendrils seep into his body and begin the preparation part of my class.

You ever get into gritty work. Like your mind seeps into it and you ignored the rest of the world? Like that annoying clock that doesn’t want to tick faster than one centimeter at a time?

I, honestly, was enjoying the work until my communication gem buzzed.

“Yo?” I answered.

“My lord, we have a situation. Lady Kayla has insulted his highness Angel Prince and threw around your name. His Highness has requested your presences. I already forwarded the location.”

“What the fuck, man?” lad jerked off the table screaming.

My chin trembled and I might have squeezed the tendrils I had in this poor lad body. I dragged the fucker back onto the table.

I wasn’t crying, but you could definitely say I am more than just regular pissed.

I mean, there are three things you don’t do in a world where the laws are already not in your favorite. First thing first, you do not insult the Royal Family. It’s not because they have some kind of superior mindset that put them over the rest of humanity. Because there is always someone stronger or better out there, right?

No, we don’t pissed them off because at the end of the day. They are only a branch of a much larger family. They have nineteen other branches, also called Kings and Queens. And then they have this old man who so powerful that he was alive when my great ancestors were fucking rocks and trees to start fire. This old man is called Emperor.

I mean, you could ignore all this and go with the second fact. Which is why they still have the strongest amounts of high rank individuals. Unless your family was from the Major Eight families which my family was one but we weren’t the top. You couldn’t just go out of your way to insult them, even if you were somewhat stronger than the dumbass you were insulting.

You can insult the lesser nobles all you want. Even the Dukes, but just outright walking to a Princes or Princess and calling them dog shit boy fuckers. Ha, death sentences for you if they can catch you in time.

To be honest, I was dragged my ass.

Who would want to see a Prince who is stronger than I am while he is a midget upset. Plus the guy was literally the rival of me in a certain sense. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I could equal him, but I was Alchemist Genius and he was a combat Genius.

Ah, fuck. I best prepare a gift.

Aka, the knee pads.