How to Become a Qualified Mage

As an assassin, one so exceptional that he had become the earthly agent of a revered god, Roni really thought mages were a troublesome bunch.

They were lunatics in their personal lives and nitpickers when it came to work.

They were a class that could be taken out with a single close-range speed boost, yet they had an incomprehensible arrogance.

It would be one thing if they simply chanted while protected by others. Some of them even had the nerve to skip magic and try to knock him unconscious with their staffs.

[“Could I borrow your divine envoy?”]

The Goddess of Magic’s voice was as refreshing as spring rain, but her words nearly made Roni lose control of his expression.

After grumbling to himself, Roni was sure his god wouldn’t let a devout follower

[“Sure. Right now?”]

?

Roni managed not to look up.

[“Right now, is that okay?”]

How could a god whose divine authority included reason agree to something like this?

It had to be a joke

[“Sure.”]

His god sounded like an idiot.

His consciousness gradually faded amid a dizzying sensation.

Only at the very last moment, when he raised his head despite the affront to the divine countenance and saw the smile at the corner of the Goddess of Magic’s mouth, did Roni remember some news he’d dismissed because she was in charge of magic:

[The Goddess of Magic has recently acquired some of the God of Love’s divine authority.]

What was wrong with her?

Roni lost consciousness completely.

Theme: Experience can reduce prejudice, probably