Leo Duretto returned to his dilapidated home, carelessly tossed the goods he had snatched from the young men returning from the city onto the table, and immediately sprawled out lazily on the bed. Resting against the bare wall, he narrowed his eyes and comfortably settled in for a rest.
"Tsk, these offspring of self-sufficient farmers with their own lands and fields, with their Western Sand Oranges and Serpent Creed Fruits—all academy products aimed at boosting intelligence. Do they really believe that meticulously solving problems will get them into the academy?"
Leo curled his lip, rifled through the contents of his pockets, verbally mocking the young people's delusions while feeling bitterly envious inside.
If his parents hadn't died early, he wouldn't have resorted to stealing from others. Who wouldn't want to escape from the rural backwater of Blue Chrysanthemum Village?