The Ridiculous Life of the Reborn Mage

The Morning Shift

Sitting behind an oak desk while looking at a book that described many essential alchemy ingredients a boy who looked like he had just reached adulthood had his feet up while aimlessly flipping pages and vaguely learning what was on the pages.

In all manners of speaking the boy looked completely average, maybe even slightly below, in a world with many knights who had very bulky physics his twig frame made him unattractive to the female gaze while simultaneously appearing like a weakling to other men.

Yes, he was a mage, a mage with an unsymmetrical face and soft facial features, his only saving grace was that he was an alchemist or at least almost an alchemist.

While mindlessly passing the time, the boy named Rory suddenly had his attention drawn to a short girl who entered the registration section of the first floor, she was just under 5 feet tall and was not overly beautiful but was still cute to the extent of being hit on at work weekly.

"Jean, you are almost 15 minutes late a