Novels by Grateful Hope

Tenma looked at Sabrina who’s walking slightly ahead of him, putting his arms behind his head and sighed wearily. He did volunteer to accompany her just for today, and he does want to make Sabrina forget about her work even for a bit… but maybe asking her what they’ll be doing in her day off was a mistake. He should have taken more initiative and planned ahead…Because Sabrina wants them to go register their Mission License and try out an official mission. Which means, it’s a real job, and runs counter to what his intention for today was. He really wants Sabrina to take her mind off her work, not taking more job. Mind, if it was any other day, he would take the job without any complaint. But today is not supposed to be work day…… fine. I’ll make this work. I’ll make today fun somehow!Tenma and Sabrina stopped in front of a huge wooden door that is furnished by a large fire-shaped black emblem. Only one building holds such emblem, which is the building of…The Swarthy Order, the offic

That afternoon... Somewhere in Aetzer, Tenma walked back and forth on an observation deck. It was a place with quite a breathtaking view. He could see almost all of the City Kingdom at a glance. He decided to stop walking soon after, facing the railing and the skyscrapers across him. He breathes in and spreads his arms, feeling the sunlight and wind breeze caressing his body gently. The sun is already up high in the sky but it doesn’t feel that hot. It’s only slightly windy too, feels like this is a perfect weather for hanging out with friends outdoors. However… He doesn’t feel like hanging around with too many crowds today. He silently observed the city that’s bustling with activities below him, before looking back to the horizon far away. Enjoying the scenery from the place he’s standing. The observatory deck, it was not an easy place to find… in fact, someone found this place first and shared it with him. Said person are among the few people that he truly values, so this place

Agni Veritas Academy is a school running on meritocracy. The highest authority a student can wield here depends on their capability. The holding of power is selected on the basis of their ability. That means the smarter one is, the stronger one is, the higher grade one is, those qualities will be what defines one’s worth in this school. That is where the Class Ranking comes in, a system that was invented by a previous Headmaster few generations before Cort Van Hellsing. A student will be admitted into the Class Rankings when they reached their second year in the school, after their value and merits is assessed. The student’s attendance, their academic scores, their combat performance, those qualities will be calculated into a certain number that will make their final grade… and it does not only serve as a sign of one’s competence. It gives them certain rights that the first year students do not have. When someone reaches the realm of upper-ranked students, they will be given small a

Mission License. It was a precious priviledge only granted to students who passed the Field Exam or fulfilled certain conditions. With Mission License, students can take actual missions like the ones who have official graduated from school. They are granted this right because they have proven themselves capable by passing the Field Exam, those are designed specifically like real missions. Of course, the Mission License isn't absolute pass to take part in every mission available. There are missions that required certain conditions that has to be fulfilled before one can even consider to take these missions. These matters are handled carefully within The Swarthy Order, the official organization that records and takes notes of the mission taken… whether it's completed, or failed. The purpose of the Mission License itself was to give the students experience of working under the Order… to give them the taste and benefit of working, to teach them the sense of satisfaction, to find meaning

In the Infirmary of Agni Veritas Academy, one young man sits quietly on a bed, having just woken up from a long night's sleep. A young man with blue undercut hair and a slim yet athletic body. It didn't help that his hospital gown really doesn't hide his toned figure.He figures that since some medical staff members and students that passed by his bed stole some glances at him, he more than fulfills the criteria of a body people would kill to have. He'd even heard some appreciative whispers directed to his way. He couldn't help but to grin.Of course, he didn't cultivate his body this way for showing off to people. He's not that vain, obviously. However, he has to admit he still felt quite the ego boost from that.A little confidence won't hurt anyone. Especially in this world where you need to be confident, not just strong, to make a real difference. At least that's what his father told him. A strong but meek person won't change anything since they are too afra

Everyone was silent in that Lecture Hall, captivated by the footage that has started playing from the projector.A vaguely humanoid entity that looks like its entire being was comprised of pitch-black steel that somehow doesn't reflect the sunlight walked forth into the battlefield, but its steps weightless as a feather. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Nothing. On its face, there was simply nothing but black. In its hand it was grasping some sort of sword. And by 'some sort of sword', it means it was only shaped like a sword… but it wasn't really a sword, because it was made of black and red energy, instead of any sort of metal. The blade and the hilt are entirely comprised by that dark energy.The entity walked into the battlefield as another figure charged at it. The figure was a pasty white humanoid with massive black bat wings, with their eyes entirely crimson like it was filled by blood. Their nails are crooked claws, which seen as the figure raised its hand and chanted.It was Magi