Master, I Don’t Want You To Get Hurt

"Fck! What did the chubby boy say? Handsome?!"

"Hah! Stop being delusional! Although you won, you have no right to say that you are more handsome than your opponent!"

"I spit on you!"

"I will spit on you as well!"

Jeers rang out from the arena, but Adam seemed unaffected by their words. He raised his chin in arrogance as if he was already the champion of the tournament.

"That was an amazing performance," Alfred commented. "What do you think, Headmaster?"

"Damn, this boy is good," Minerva replied. "He's so shameless! I should poach him to my academy! That smelly Augustus can't nurture this black bellied chubby. Oi! Little boy, do you want to join my academy? We have many beautiful gir-"

"Congratulations to Adam from Silver Wind Academy!" Alfred immediately interjected.

Adam gazed at Minerva and seriously considered her offer. Although Silver Wind Academy was good, the Tyrant Fairy Queen's influence was more advantageous to him.