About

I was a war hero. When I was young, my dream was clearly to become a mage. But when I turned 17 and reached adulthood, war broke out. ...What went wrong? Was it such a sin that my talent was too great? As soon as I became an adult, I was sent to the front lines. It was horrific. Everything was disgusting. I became a combat mage and cast my first spell. In the process, a mountain collapsed, and because of me, many were injured... or died. I died that day. The boy who dreamed of being a mage died, and a man who harms people with magic was born. And eight years passed. The war finally ended. I was sick to death of the war with those damn demons. Now, I feel like vomiting every time I see a demon. I lived by killing my emotions. No, I died. It would be more accurate to say I died. Then, ten years later, I opened a shop. A shop that sells magic potions, Alecto Rivera. Literally translated, it means Endless, Merciless Rage and Freedom. A sign that represents me, welcoming freedom alongside the endless rage born from war. And then, one day. You appeared before my eyes. A bothersome brat.