It was a day when the pure white wind blew.

"You old man keeps bugging me to go to the academy..."

That day, I was a new student at the academy, and I was the type who thought it was better to study alone than to learn at the academy—just a common delusional person.

The old man had told me, when I refused to go to the academy:

"Why don't you give it a try? Go to the academy, make some friends, maybe even find some romance."
"I don't need to. There are plenty of girls who like me even without going there."
"What an annoying brat."
He said I should step out of my narrow cage and enjoy the wide field.

Back then, I thought his words were just meddling. He probably felt sorry for me being stuck in the magic tower.

Maybe his meddling was justified. At that time, I had been holed up in the tower, living like a foul-mouthed dog.