As the four stepped out of the portal, the first thing they saw was—
A line of maids.
Not just a few.
A **full army** of perfectly-synced maids, forming a red carpet with military precision.
**Maids**: "Welcome back, Sir Kenji Luxembourg."
The three idiots froze.
**Benjamin**: "…These are your maids?"
**Ivan**: "His *MAIDS*."
Clard stood with arms crossed, completely unfazed.
**Clard**: "This happens to me all the time."
(He was lying. Obviously.)
Kenji ignored them and walked forward.
**Kenji**: "Yes. These are my maids. And this—"
He gestured grandly.
"—is my home."
The mansion looked like a museum had violently fused with a castle.
Floating artifacts, glowing sigils, paintings of battles none of them recognized.
A staircase big enough for a dragon.
Benjamin and Ivan were jealous on a spiritual level.
Clard took off his shirt and began flexing at the maids.
**Clard**: "BEHO—"
Before he finished, Benjamin and Ivan slapped him instantly and forced his shirt back on.
**Clard**: "THAT HURT!!"
**Benjamin & Ivan**: "You deserved it."
Kenji kept walking.
**Kenji**: "WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING? MOVE."
He didn't even turn around.
The three idiots scrambled and used teleportation—
**appearing directly in front of Kenji**.
He blinked.
**Kenji**: "…Showoffs."
He said it with the most monotone sarcasm ever recorded.
Benjamin and Ivan dragged Clard by the collar like a misbehaving dog.
**Benjamin**: "So… where are we going?"
**Ivan**: "Yeah, didn't the Goddess say something about an academy?"
**Kenji**: "First—to your rooms.
Second—yes, you're going to a magic academy. The best one."
**Benjamin & Ivan**: "Name of the academy?"
**Clard**: "STOP DRAGGING ME I'M GONNA—"
They shushed him.
Kenji sighed.
**Kenji**: "The Magic School of Azerium."
Benjamin perked up.
**Benjamin**: "Cool name. Why are you sighing?"
**Kenji**: "Because the hierarchy is insane.
Commoners are basically slaves.
Nobles act like gods.
And fights break out every day."
Clard's eyes sparkled like a battle-hungry 5-year-old.
They reached ornate doors.
**Kenji**: "Your rooms. Uniforms inside. You start school tomorrow."
He turned to leave.
**Benjamin**: "WAIT!"
Kenji flinched slightly.
**Kenji**: "You are outrageously loud. What?"
**Benjamin**: "How did we even get accepted?"
**Kenji**: "I sponsored you."
Poker face. Statues trembled.
**Benjamin**: "Isn't that what rich guys do?"
**Kenji**: "No."
Before Benjamin could continue, Ivan screamed.
**Ivan**: "BENJAMIN—THE UNIFORMS ARE SICK!!"
Benjamin ran inside and froze.
**Benjamin**: "Holy—these are actually amazing."
Kenji smirked slightly.
**Kenji**: "Alright, kids. Enjoy your rest."
And he vanished down the hall.
Inside the room:
The uniforms looked like sleek, black battle suits with white streaks—something out of a sci-fi war movie.
But the moment you put them on, they transformed into a clean uniform.
Benjamin narrowed his eyes.
**Benjamin**: "It's… loaded with spells."
Ivan froze.
**Ivan**: "WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THAT?!"
He shook the suit violently as if it owed him money.
"It turns into a uniform AND it has spells?!"
Clard lifted his suit.
**Clard**: "What's a spell again?"
Benjamin and Ivan beat him up.
Clard got knocked out immediately.
The three finally fell onto their beds and slept, exhausted, excited, and absolutely clueless about tomorrow.
**End of Chapter 20**