After cleaning and changing his clothes, Kyrion left the arena and headed toward the front gate. His face was a bit red as he tried to hide it from others. His eyepatch had been replaced.

Tiffany lay under a shady tree, exhausted, while Ceres patrolled next to her.

“How are you doing, oh wise barbarian?” Tiffany teased.

“Bad… Very bad… I need some real food. I’ve never been this hungry in my life.” Kyrion leaned against the tree and let out a breath of relief.

“Well color me surprised. I didn’t think you’d survive a fight against someone who outmatched you in almost every way.” Gamodren said slyly.

“To be fair, they punched me in the stomach over and over. Amadeus had it coming, though I’m sure I would have lost if they weren’t so squeamish.” Black ichor leaked from Kyrion’s pores as his body cooled down. The ichor was then cleansed by the lotus on his person.

“Gross.” Tiffany said.

“Yeah…” Gamodren took a step back.

“So ready to go explore the town?” Kyrion was ready to start jumping up and down. Had he not been exhausted.

Gamodren smacked his bald student on the back of his head. “Eh em. You need to figure out housing. Are you going to build or rent? If you choose to build, then I know of a great place to set up near the south. Though you will need a bit more

Kyrion eyed him in suspicion while holding his head. “The first one was just a test to see if I could do it, wasn’t it.”

“Yes. There is a lot of money and A.P. to be earned by building a dormitory and making it public.”

“Let me guess. You already have a prime location picked out and conveniently prepared for building.”

“You’re starting to catch on, aren’t you young Kyrion?” Gamodren smiled wickedly.

“I should have known…Though… I’ll need to stay in the dorms before I can get it built. Did you have anyone already picked out to assist me in building? Or is there some forest nearby with an army of woodland critters to help me?”

“Both. Though you will need to stay in a dorm on campus until it is built.”

“Can’t I just borrow some land and use one of the ready made houses?” Kyrion crossed his arms.

“I mean yes. But then you’d have to commute to class which isn’t that hard. This way you’d be able to sleep in more, and also earn points that can be used to purchase things at the school. They can also be converted into currency, at a five to one, silver standard. Heck you could afford to eat all the food you want.”

“How big is it going to be?” Kyrion asked as he closed his eye and yawned.

“There are going to be four wings. Each wing holds fifty spacious rooms, fit with a bathroom with running water, a workable kitchen, meditation or training room, and a bedroom. On the bottom floor of every even building there will be a bath. Boys in buildings three and four. Girls in the one and two. On the top of each building I want gardens that can grow various plants for alchemy. On the odd floors I want a miniature shared training hall. In the center of the building I want a fountain in the middle of a park where you can go to relax and enjoy the scenery. You don’t have to build the fountain, I already have it built.”

Kyrion eyed the man. “Is this what you had planned from the beginning?”

“It’s also going to help you with your training. I expect buildings one and three will take a month while three and four will take another. The park a week after that. I knew you had a lot of mana but to think you were holding out this much on me.”

“Your ambition knows no bounds master. I didn’t know I could do all that. I also won’t do that ever again if it does that much harm to my body.” Kyrion said, squinting his eye before rubbing it.

“I know my limits, and most of your capabilities. We can get this done if we work together. It will also be very durable with the materials that I’ve procured. There will be a ward artist assisting as well.” Gamodren stated.

“Which means that you’re all in…Which means It’s best I help so that I can reap the rewards.” Kyrion stated.

“Great. Now let’s go get you some lunch. I know a restaurant where you can eat all you want. I’m going to let you get kicked out on your first day.”

Kyrion’s stomach started growling, but it was half full. “Hmmm… I’m running on near empty now. And I feel a little sick.”

“Oh dear.” Gamodren nodded as he took them to Kyrion’s first All You Can Eat Buffet.

“That boy threw up on me. I’ll kill him!” Said a silver-haired figure.

“Easy now, you punched him in the stomach over and over again.” Replied a lean figure in a hood.

“I couldn’t hit him in his eye. That’s in poor taste.”

“You could have gone for the throat. Letting the ward sort him out.”

“Yeah. Why don’t I just accidentally kill him while I’m at it.”

“You just said you wanted to kill him. Now the thought of actually doing it is what makes you hesitate.”

“Well yeah. I don’t want to kill him. I just want to punch him in the face some more. Beat him till he runs out of mana and stops healing the blows as I hit him.”

“To think the great Amadeus lost twice in one day.”

“The first was a practitioner that got stronger as we fought. The second doesn’t count. I’ll exact my revenge, believe it.” Knuckles cracked.

“Don’t get too obsessed. I hear he already has a devout fan club. You know how weird they can get.”

“Anyone who would join that one’s fanclub would have to be depraved.”

“Yeah… It’s said that Silver Knight is the supposed leader of the fan club.”

“Silver Knight? The one that beat me in that two hour long battle?”

“Yup. They call him master for some reason.”

“That sick bastard. I’m going to make his life a living hell.”

“Well. Good luck with that. It’s not like he’s my problem.” The hooded figure left the waiting room. Leaving the silver-haired figure alone to their own devices.

“I’m going to beat him to a pulp.” They muttered.

“Young one. Why didn’t you win that fight?” The black-haired man appeared in front of the silver-haired figure.

“Because he threw up on me!” Amadeus said.

“That isn’t why you didn’t win.” The man crossed his arms.

“I didn’t have enough power. My attacks did nothing to him until the end.”

“Your opponent had enough endurance to take your strongest attacks. And enough power to take you down if you weren’t careful. You may be strong, but that showing wasn’t a coincidence, if you don’t train harder then you will be surpassed sooner rather than later.”

“I will get stronger, master. I won’t lose like that again.”

“Oh. Didn’t you hear? The fight ended in a draw. Had you let him he would have passed out on his own. That last hit knocked him out for half an hour. You also need to learn some patience as well.”

“I see.”

“Good that you do. Training will be upped quite a bit. Hope you can handle it.” The headmaster vanished again.

Had you told Kyrion that this place wasn’t heaven on Imala, he would have thrown you out of a window. The smell was the first thing he noticed, baked meats, smoked meats, barbecued meats, some vegetables, pasta, rice, fruits, and desserts. All the food groups were there and in large amounts.

“I would like a table for this group of three children and one adult.” Gamodren said.

The host looked at Gamodren before locking eyes with the large child. “1 silver for the normal buffet, but one gold for the glutton pass. It lets the chefs know that they need to make more food.”

“Glutton’s pass. Is that new?” Gamodren was shocked.

“Yeah, ever since she came along, we have been struggling to stay open. The price helps offset the sheer enormity of it all.”

“How much does this glutton eat exactly because, I’m sure my pupil is tame in comparison?”

“She looks like she weighs fifty pounds but eats twice that amount.”

Kyrion squinted. “Interesting. Wait, why does something seem off?”

Ceres looked at him in curiosity. “What do you mean?”

“Tiffany, then Ceres, Undine and now another one… I’m losing my mind here.”

“Did you forget me?” Gamodren stated.

“What are you talking about?”

“I, Gamodren, should be one of your best friends.”

Kyrion’s eye seemed to cross with an imaginary copy as he started thinking. “How do I put this without hurting your feelings… You’re like a fath… no… Brot… nope. If my father had an irresponsible younger brother he’d be you.”

“At least you didn’t call me old. Guess your learning.”

“How old are you anyway?” Kyrion glared at his teacher.

“Does it matter?” Gamodren crossed his arms.

“Nope?” Kyrion’s stomach started making weird noises again

“See? You shouldn’t waste your time thinking about useless things like this. It will just leave you confused and hungry.”

Kyrion started to feel a bit faint. “Odd…”

“What’s wrong?” Ceres asked, concerned.

“My appetite won’t stop growing.” Kyrion rubbed his still bruised stomach and winced as he noticed his stomach hadn’t healed properly.

“So like normal?” Tiffany asked.

“No…” Kyrion focused to better observe the damage done to his body.

It was slow, but something in his stomach was causing damage, which was then healed, though the damage was constant. Most of the food in his stomach seemed to be acting up. His eyes went wide.

“What’s wrong?” Gamodren asked.

“I think I’m injured in a different way. The bars I got from Thalia gave me, did some damage. Oh that’s why I threw up…” Kyrion said.

“Kyrion, you should really know better. Didn’t I tell you to save some food for later? Sometimes you can’t trust those around you when it comes to food.”

“My whosa what now?” Kyrion asked as his stomach cursed at him.

“Another one?” Tiffany eyed Gamodren with suspicion.

“Nothing nothing. You should focus on cleansing your stomach. Go outside and take care of that. We’ll wait for you.” Gamodren let Kyrion go alone.

Kyrion conjured a ball of water mana and slowly sipped on it as he made his way around the building. Into a nice dark alley. Continuing his trek forward, he noticed a set of trash cans ripe for use.

The next part grossed people out, so he did it in an alley. So suffice it to say, he pulled the bad stuff from his body and cleansed the hurt organ before depositing that toxic waste into a trashcan.

All that magic left him hungry and tired. The regeneration and previous fights left him weak, battered, and tipsy.

Which made him prey to two goons approaching him. Each saw the bald sick boy as an easy mark. Soon finding a foot in his weakened gut, the boy was sent flying quite a bit. Kyrion didn’t get up as he was frankly too tired to do so.

One of the goons was an older boy with blond hair and piercings going into his ears, lips, and nose. The other was an orange-haired pudgy boy with a mohawk.

The beatdown Kyrion endured was more of an annoyance as he was too tired to get up, and his regeneration kept trying to heal despite the lack of nutrients and mana to work correctly. It didn’t even hurt. So Kyrion decided to get these two back at the first chance he got. Oh, wait…

When they were satisfied, they began rifling through his things. Kyrion didn’t keep money on him, and he traveled lightly. The only thing resembling a money pouch was a sack of seeds, acorns, and other nuts, half of which had been coated in potent laxatives. The kind that gets stuck to your fingers if you don’t wash your hands. A trick Everest taught him keeping a throwaway pouch to be stolen when getting robbed.

“Stop it!” Said a quiet voice.

A smile formed on Kyrion’s tired face. Had his right eye been there, one may have seen a glint of mischief.

The two goons didn’t seem to hear him.

A loud boom echoed through the area as something flew into the air and exploded into a flurry of light and sound.

That scared the two goons so much that they took the sack and started running.

Kyrion lay body dirty and beaten, though no open wounds or signs of bleeding could be seen. Suffice it to say, he looked a lot worse than he felt. Although he was hungrier now, so maybe they did do some damage.

Footsteps could be heard as a blond-haired boy approached him. He was wearing a blue blazer paired with slacks. On his waist was an oddly curved wand.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“Hgmmm. Mmmy hero.” Kyrion groaned as he tiredly fluttered his eye. Some dirt had gotten stuck in them.

“Do you need any help?” The blond boy asked.

Kyrion’s stomach growled. “Take me to food. Please.” His finger weakly pointed to the buffet before falling limply.

“Ummm… I’ll try.” The boy began dragging Kyrion to the buffet.

If Kyrion could complain, he would. But he didn’t feel like getting up, so he didn’t. He could get up and run into the buffet, but he’d have to use energy.

Kyrion was helped to his feet as they slowly made their way in.

“Young master!” Ceres yelled in surprise, immediately running to pick up the stumbling Kyrion.

Kyrion was too tired to protest as he listened to his friends talk about gibberish.

“Earth to Kyrion…Well he’s out.” Gamodren placed a gold coin on the counter

Kyrion didn’t respond, his mind almost gone to lunch as the smell of edible food wafted to him.

The boy looked at Kyrion in awe. “Did I just trigger a flag?”

Gamodren sighed as that’s not what he meant as they brought Kyrion to their booth. A special gold-colored towel was placed at Kyrion’s seat to mark his status as a glutton. They decided to eat after paying for the boy who helped his student’s entry along with Ceres and TIffany’s.

It took around two plates brought to his table by Ceres before Kyrion could sit and move properly. Now he knew something was wrong… He’d need to be careful when eating as his regeneration uses nutrients from food as fuel and mana. The bars had nutrients and something akin to a small amount of poison. The more he ate, the more that stuff entered his body. Kyrion took out a food bar and examined it carefully before giving it to Gamodren.

“What is this?” Gamodren sniffed it before putting it far away from his body.

“It’s what poisoned me.” Kyrion stated.

“Oh…Interesting. I wouldn’t eat anything purple and filled with unrecognizable ingredients.” Gamodren sniffed it and reeled. “It’s moldy in bits as well….”

Kyrion eyed the man with suspicion. “So those bars are bad for me. Did she do this on purpose?”

“Probably not on purpose, but some people shouldn’t cook. These could be a month or so old and kept in storage. Keep this in mind. Potions, pills, and food have expiration dates. If you have them, don’t be afraid to use them. Once alchemical creations lose all their mana, they expire, and some may do more harm than good.” Gamodren said before sighing.

“Got it.” Kyrion began eating a haunch of meat bigger than he was before becoming a spirit master. After that, he moved on to a second and then a third. The food showed no signs of going to his stomach as it disappeared into his body. But he felt a lot better.

“That hit the spot.” Kyrion’s skin became clearer, his clothes and body cleaner and healthier. Black stubble began to grow from his head.

“So it isn’t you.” Cecil murmured under his breath.

“What was that?” Kyrion asked, head tilted.

“You eat like a werewolf.” The blond-haired boy stated as he looked at Kyrion.

“A whosa whatsit?” Kyrion asked, fully aware of the lie and not pushing it.

“I don’t know what that is.” Gamodren looked a bit too curious.

Kyrion squinted. “Wolves and I have a touchy relationship, some even tried to kidnap me once.”

“It’s like a human that can transform into a beast. Wait kidnap?” The boy raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so like a beast spirit master?” Gamodren changed the subject as a wave of mana passed over the group, and they decided that this wasn’t the time or place.

“No, no, it’s innate. My friend does have a spirit though.” The boy stated.

“So. It’s like being a half human, half wolf, and inheriting the spirit abilities of a humanoid?”

“No. No. It’s a bit more complicated than that. I actually came here to check on her.” The blond boy stated.

Kyrion raised an eyebrow. “So your friends with someone who people say can out eat me?”

“Kyrion no one said that they could out eat you.” Gamodren said with a straight face. “I’ve seen people with beast spirits eat. You’re putting down five times as much as you should be able to consume. Two beast spirits, one tree, and a dungeon.”

“Ah, so what is your friend like?” Tiffany asked curiously.

The blond boy blushed for some reason, which earned him a confused glare from Kyrion.

“Well… Suffice it to say she’s headstrong and a bit of an overeater. But she protects those she cares about and is dependable when it counts.”

“What is your name?” Kyrion asked as he eyed the boy a few years older than him.

“My name’s Cecil Calhoun, a student of Drisil academy, and training to be a spell slinger.”

“Spell slinger… Well ok Cecil, why did your face turn red? What do you know that could embarrass you so much?” Kyrion prodded, suspicion on his face.

“I-I just don’t get.. To.. talk to pretty girls all that often…You know?” Cecil said shyly.

Kyrion eyed him in suspicion. “I don’t see it.” Kyrion said dumbly.

A slap echoed throughout the buffet as Gamodren slapped him. Kyrion held his cheek.

“Kyrion, turn off your regeneration and think about what you just said.” Gamodren ordered with an intensity he hadn’t heard before.

Kyrion did so and sat down after a while pouting. He was clearly confused about why his teacher would act like that.

“I am sorry Tiffany, Kyrion can be a bit of an airhead.” Gamodren sighed.

“How old is he?” Cecil asked.

“Eight. It’s been rough and despite having so many sisters, tact has managed to evade him. Which is probably why they tricked him into taking etiquette.”

Kyrion scrunched his bald eyebrows.

“It’s pronounced eatiquette.” He mumbled.

“Oh my mistake. Did you figure out what you said wrong?” Gamodren stared daggers into Kyrion.

Steam was rising from Kyrion's head as he boiled the sweat on his forehead and rubbed his chin in deep contemplation.

“I don’t… Head hurting. Should I be quiet when people turn red like that?” Kyrion mumbled aloud what he had been thinking.

Tiffany looked at the pendant and saw that it was blue, the dial set on confused. “He’s an idiot sometimes. Better to learn now then make that mistake when it matters.”

Cecil nodded in understanding. “He’s still in the girls have cooties phase.”

“What are cooties? Are they bad? Why does it sound like cookies?” Kyrion began to panic.

Ceres stayed silent. “Master does need to think a bit more before he speaks.”

“You basically said that you didn’t think Tiffany was pretty. That one was free, Issac is happy to assist you in becoming a gentleman.” Isaac’s voice entered his consciousness.

“Ohhh.” Kyrion slapped himself on the forehead.

“Sorry about that, didn’t mean to insult you.” Kyrion apologized to his friend Tiffany.

Gamodren raised an eyebrow as he noticed the sudden change. “Great. Now don’t make any mistakes like that again.”

“I get the feeling you aren’t together then.” Cecil grabbed his chin.

“We train together.” Kyrion said before shutting his mouth and looking around in a panic.

“I’m not going to bite your head off Kyrion, I doubt that slap even hurt.” Gamodren stated.

“I mean, it hurt my stomach. I don’t think I can eat as much as usual.” Kyrion stated as he ate through an entire rack of beef ribs.

“Yes I can see that you’re starving yourself.” Gamodren stated.

“So about this girl friend of yours? The werelion.” Kyrion changed the subject.

“Werewolf.” Tiffany said.

“Yes that.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.” Cecil stated.

Gamodren shook his head while Tiffany covered her face. Ceres blinked in confusion, not knowing what ship she was riding on as the waters were turbulent.

“You said she’s a girl and your friend right?” Kyrion asked.

Oh, gods, he’s an Idiot. It could be easily read on Cecil’s face.

“I’m not stupid.” Kyrion eyed the boy, almost reading his mind.

“I didn’t say that you were. Yes she is a girl that is a friend. Nothing more.”

“What would be more?” Kyrion asked, lost again.

“Your teacher will tell you when you’re older.” Cecil nodded to Gamodren.

“I taught him already. He is just a bit too innocent to understand it yet. Which is how someone as big as him could enter the Forest of Purity.” Gamodren politely consumed his fifth plate. While he didn’t advertise it, he could keep up with the biggest eaters if he tried.

Kyrion had left to go get dessert. The chefs had just brought out a four-layer cake with its name. The boy had been waiting for this moment and was going to swoop in and take the cake.

Sadly he wasn’t alone. A diminutive girl with pink hair appeared at his side, walking towards the cake.

Kyrion locked eyes with the girl and began walking faster, using his long legs to his advantage.

A small weight landed on his shoulder as his body began to slow as his body felt heavier. Nevertheless, Kyrion pushed through the force with brute strength and continued forward.

The weight intensified, and Kyrion was eventually passed by the girl. Kyrion slipped a binding root into her hair and infused mana, causing the seed to grow and restrain his target.

That tactic had the added effect of freeing Kyrion from the pressure, and he passed her back up.

Using some unseen strength, the girl ripped through the vines, grabbed him by the ankle, and tripped him.

The fight lasted longer than it should have and ended with Kyrion reaching the cake first as a passenger held on to his back like a koala climbing a tree. He didn’t notice the extra weight as he made his way toward the table.

Placing it down with a proud grin, he took a seat. Examining his cake.”

“One. Two. Three rows of deliciousness….” He rubbed his hands together.

“Wait for it?” Gamodren watched in anticipation.

“One of the rows is missing….” Kyrion grabbed his chin before he sat down.

“Bella! You made it!” Cecil exclaimed.

“I’m Kyrion.” Kyrion eyed Cecil.

“This glutton right here stole my prize. So I skimmed some off the top.”

“And proud of it Wait….” Kyrion stated.

“Sharing is important.” Gamodren stated.

Kyrion did not express his irritation, but he did eat the bottom two rows by himself while leaving the rest for his friends.

Everyone save, Gamodren, who snuck a slice, and Bella, who consumed the remaining row, stayed out of the way.

After Kyrion finished his first entire run, he was almost satisfied. He looked over to the chefs with an impish grin and waved. He could have sworn he smelled fear imitating them.

“So is this what fear smells like? Interesting…”

Bella examined the boy’s back, checking to see if she had left behind any wounds. Lucky for her, not even a mark was left behind. So she didn’t accidentally turn him into a werewolf.

“Are you some sort of beast or something in human skin?” Bella asked in awe.

“Possibly. According to some people my grandfather can turn into a bear. I’ve never seen him do it.”

“Kyrion…” Gamodren whispered through his teeth.

“Ah, so your part beast.”

“No, I’m Kyrion. I don’t think I can transform into an animal….” Kyrion summoned Issac and Jala simultaneously.

Bella jumped back and started growling at the bird. While Cecil seemed surprised by the two animals that appeared out of nowhere.

A waiter was coming to tell him that animals were banned when Kyrion muttered some simple words.

“Hey… I’m not as hungry anymore.”

The waiter then turned around, choosing the lesser of two evils.

“Can I turn into a beast using your abilities?” Kyrion asked.

“Nope.” Jala answered.

“Hell no.” Issac stated.

“Hell?” Kyrion asked.

“Abyss no…” Issac growled.

“Ohhh.” Kyrion got it.

“So how old are you, babyface?” Bella asked in suspicion.

“Isn’t it weird to ask a stranger their age?” Kyrion raised a missing eyebrow

“Women. I’m sizing you up.” Bella squinted.

“The answer is nine and no I’m fully dedicated to my training.”

“Didn’t your teacher just say that you were eight.”

“He doesn’t know my birthday. Was kinda comatose when it passed last.” Kyrion said bluntly.

“Are you physically eleven?” Cecil asked next.

“I do not know.” Kyrion answered truthfully.

“What color is your hair?”

Kyrion squinted. “Why are you asking?”

“For a friend, I’m looking for someone with red hair, green eyes and is the same age as you. A shame you have black hair though.”

“Who is this friend?” Kyrion smiled, mana slowly pooling into his feet.

“Someone with the Church of Imala.” Cecil was quite sure he found his person

“I see. I see, my parents weren’t the religious sort. Heck, I’m sure many would have called her a heretic because she hated the common religion. It’s highly unlikely that a church would care about little ole me.”

“Ok, well if you figure anything out mind letting me know?” Cecil asked.

“Sure.” Kyrion said in a noncommittal fashion.

“With that done, how tall are you going to be?” Bella asked, looking at a figure that hid muscles too well despite his size.

“Somewhere between six and eight feet I assume.” Kyrion repeated what he’d been told.

“A bit young….” Bella eyed the boy in curiosity. As though she were sizing up an opponent. Or potential adversary.

“Yup.” Kyrion nodded.

“He’d be an alpha back home. The tallest of my brothers wasn’t that feet tall before he turned fourteen.” Bella stated.

Cecil nodded. “Very strong template. Are you going to take the entry exam? I heard that the group that showed up today put on a very good show.”

“Test?” Bella asked, confused.

“It’s what was behind all the commotion today.” Cecil explained vaguely.

“I may have slept through it then… Isn’t it still breakfast?” Bella scratched her head, confused.

“No… It’s lunch time.”

“Oh. Then I don’t need to hold back for morning training.” Bella got up to get another plate.

Kyrion eyed his spirits. “Why are you two so hungry?”

“It’s because you haven’t fully entered the practitioner rank. We want as much mana in our systems before you become a practitioner.” Jala told him as she tore into a steak.

“I see, so you’re why I’ve been so hungry lately. But, Gamodren, why can’t I become a practitioner yet?”

“I’d like you to be settled. Learning or building a fighting style suitable for your powers. Master your powers now and know their limits, so that you know how much you’ve grown when you reach that level. The more you train now the stronger you will be in the future.”

“Training and technique are good and all. But you also need to start eating higher quality food. Stuff that still holds large quantities of mana. It’s more effective than just gorging yourself. You should also get some actual gear. I’m sure your master can afford to accommodate you.” Issac started at Gamodren.

Kyrion looked at Gamodren as well.

“Yeah. I can. I was hoping you’d take that legendary sword, but you didn’t. So I just need to get someone to build you something. I’ll need some fur from Jala, feathers from Issac, a gem or stone from Karl, and a branch or leaf from the tree in your core. Have you ever tried to fully manifest that thing?” Gamodren asked.

Kyrion clipped some fur off Jala’s side and pulled a feather from Issac. Kyrion then reached somewhere and produced a leaf and an oddly perfectly cubed emerald. Those items were then handed to Gamodren with the same ease he had when he handed over his own eye. His blank expression was a bit concerning.

“Well great. That was convenient.”

“Karl got those ready for me.” Kyrion yawned.

Much to Jala’s Irritation. But she seemed madder at Issac than Gamodren. “You and your big beak.”

“Are you saying that you’d rather our master be weak?”

“No. I just hate having fur pulled off.” Jala rubbed a patch of silver fur that was slowly growing back.

“Ah. Sorry.” Issac bowed before approaching Cecil, and the two immediately came to an understanding.

Kyrion raised a bald eyebrow. Issac didn’t like anybody. He waited for something to happen, but Issac just faced him.

“Kyrion! I want you to stick close to this boy and learn alot from him. He is a valid role model.” Issac revered the older boy.

Bella squinted, understanding what was going on. “Cecil is building a harem with all kinds of women, still your dream?”

Cecil’s eyes burned with passion. “I am a lover of all women. The ultimate gentleman. The embodiment of every man’s desire is the harem.”

“Amen.” Issac stated, his head nodding knowingly.

Kyrion looked at Tiffany. “I don’t know what this harem stuff is, mind explaining?”

“It’s someone who surrounds themselves with people of the opposite gender. Mostly for gross things.” Tiffany explained with a bit of irritation. Not towards him, thankfully.

“This is why I said we need more dudes in the group. I don’t like being outnumbered. Soon I’ll be going to tea parties and makeup practice. I hate makeup practice.” Kyrion stated.

“Such a sad fate for someone predisposed to forming harems.” Gamodren fanned himself.

“I don’t wanna harem! That’s it. I’m going to go find some dudes. Amadeus sounds cool, Cecil you’re a bit weird but your welcome to join in.”

“Kyrion… Be careful, harem’s don’t just have to be the opposite gender.” Gamodren sipped his tea.

Bella’s nose started bleeding all of a sudden.

“You’re going to turn me into a sociopath. A magical, bloodthirsty healing weirdo.” Kyrion pointed to his teacher as his head started hurting.

“I’m only saying, your beauty affinity has an ability that makes you seem a little more interesting while looking like a work of art. Even bald and one-eyed people still find themselves staring at you when you aren’t hiding.” Gamodren explained.

Kyrion scowled. “I don’t like this affinity.”

“Master Kyrion. I truly hope you don’t change when you get older.” Ceres added.

“Yeah, I’m happy to hear it, but you’ll be nothing more than a little brother at most.” Tiffany said as she eyed the blue pendant as the dial turned towards scared.

“Gods, not another sister….” Kyrion shook his head, panicking.