Master **

Days passed by as usual.

Spending time with Alicia, flirting occasionally with Akira—who, after the dungeon incident, had grown surprisingly close. The saintess had also become more honest with her desires, even making a few late-night visits to my room. Her personal knight, Althea, was getting suspicious, though. I could see it in the way she watched me, her sharp gaze always lingering a little too long.

Other than that, nothing too unusual happened.

Well, if I ignored the way some of the female professors looked at me like a pack of hungry beasts.

And now, it was the weekend.

According to the promise I made to my new master, Instructor Samantha, I had to train under her every weekend. Unlike the academy's formal training, personal discipleship wasn't covered under academy facilities. Instructors had to take care of their disciples at their own expense, which meant…

I was heading to her house.