To most people in the academy, Mijaan was nothing more than an ignorant nobleman's son who possessed only the talent of a spellcaster and an excellent appearance, yet spent his days indulging in beauty and wasting his time.

How could such a useless person gain the unwavering loyalty and devotion of so many powerful individuals?

“Young Master Mijaan, I want to become your knight.”

The silver-haired half-elf girl knelt on one knee before the black-haired boy. Her face was filled with nervousness and anticipation, and her pale pink lips were pursed.