"No no no no no! Anyone but the headmaster!"
"Wasn't he supposed to be in charge of some other class?! My mom said he was the scariest of the teachers here!"
"Just that? My dad warned me NEVER to attend any of his classes! What are we supposed to do now?!"
The headmaster was perhaps one of the most approachable people in the entire academy. He was kind, he was smart, he had been around ever since the academy was founded, and was a being closest to the Monarchs.
He was the chosen individual who had looked after many heroes and helped many mortals reach the godhood that they had never even dreamt of.
Such an individual should be a center of praise, but that was not the case. He was cursed at by those who had ever attended his classes.
Those who were unfortunate enough to be taught by him had a special nickname: Goats.
