It was a bright and sunny Monday morning, exactly three months after the royal academy school festival ended and two months since Arthur entered his third year at the academy.
A certain black-haired, black-clothed intermediate-stage demigod realm human stared at the clear blue sky before heaving a sigh of exasperation for the nth time that morning.
The man, Lute, thought about the reason why he was currently standing under the sun while acting as a baggage carrier for a certain prince who was acting like a teenage girl on a cloth-shopping trip.
'This is supposed to be my day off…'
His liege, Arthur, dragged him out on the day he was supposed to be free and was forced to follow the young prince to a moderately advanced planet in a galaxy cluster he did not even know existed until a few hours ago.
Arthur then proceeded to use him and his team of transcendents as baggage carriers.
