He always knew that he was a peasant. He wasn't wealthy and he wasn't rich and even being capable of affording Yegarian Academy had been mostly due to the gift that Timothy had given him and it was with such an effort that it was his goal to repay him and as he looked at the three people in front of him, he sighed and rubbed his face.
He wasn't good at his class.
Far from it.
He was merely a scrub and yet the challenge was present as anyone can imagine. He had to deal with three powerful Players who were far above his level, even when his health points were in a terrible state.
