Sunlight streamed into the headmaster's office at Saint Delro Academy.
The academy's headmaster, the renowned legend of the continent, Mage Nico, was lying in a rocking chair, wearing his adorably ugly Fulu-shaped eye mask and enjoying a peaceful afternoon.
A Fulu was a little monster with lots of tentacles, long eyestalks, huge eyes, and a body shaped like a pancake.
Headmaster Nico had always thought Fulu were cute.
His friends had always thought his taste was bizarre beyond belief.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock—"
"Come in."
Headmaster Nico took off his eye mask and stretched.
"Headmaster, you have a letter." It was his secretary.
"Oh, all right. Just leave it there."
Letters were still the primary means of communication.
Headmaster Nico got out of his rocking chair and hurried over to his desk, which stood less than half a meter tall.
One thing Dwarves really disliked about working in an office was that the furnishings always looked like toys.
Especially since the ceilings had to be built over three meters high, nearly four, to accommodate other, taller races, and the sofas had to be big enough for them too. By comparison, his desk and chair looked like something from a child's pretend-play set.
Headmaster Nico picked up the first letter.
There was no signature, only a fire elemental rune.
Headmaster Nico furrowed his brow. He already knew who had written the accursed letter.
He opened it, highly reluctant.
The letter instantly turned into a huge mouth.
"Saint Delro! Your legend has returned!"
Headmaster Nico rolled his eyes and tossed the letter straight into the trash can.
Being tossed into the trash didn't stop the howler letter from shouting.
"Nico! How dare you throw me in the bin! You're finished! Just you wait—I'll tell everyone all your