When Yin Yeran stepped into the council chamber of the Civilization Guild, the senior officers of the Navigation Council and the Drive Council all turned to look at him.
The first things he saw were the cold edges of swords, black armor, and dark-colored mage robes. The magic circles beneath their feet pulsed with alternating light and shadow in time with their breathing. The smell of blood and leather was especially pungent. Their eyes held something beastlike, and their blood- and glory-soaked gazes carried an indescribable weight.
They were the ones who faced natural disasters with their own bodies, the ones who saved the world through their own strength.
They had earned every accolade in the world and deserved all its reverence.
Yin Yeran lowered his head and looked at the dazzling magical girl Sakura outfit he was wearing, then fell silent.
Yin Yeran, seventeen years old, was an ordinary honor student.
Now he was a magical girl in a mysterious organization straight out of a fantasy world.
He really wanted to quit.
