—Then, why do you hate them?

‘Because that stinky Casanova ruined my first love. And right in front of my very eyes to boot.’

Apollo, the damn God of Archery, was a sleazy man from the High Elf Race. He was also the reason why Davey’s fantasy and image of an elf had been ruined.

—Your innocence and fantasy have been ruined?

‘Death Lord Rho Aias was my first love.’

One day, Davey had gone to Rho Aias’ lodgings to train his dark magic. However, upon his arrival, he had witnessed Apollo and Rho Aias entering the bedroom together. That sight had left him in a daze for a few days.

What had happened after the two entered the bedroom? Had there been an alternative ending aside from the most obvious one? Of course not. Just like oil in a frying pan, Davey had burned bright red from what he had seen. It was only natural. After all, he had entered the Hall at only ten years old.

Compared to those heroes, who had lived for thousands of years, Davey had just been a bloody childish brat. Well, it was true that he had been a brat, but how could they have destroyed a child’s innocence like that?

When he had finally returned to his senses, Davey had run straight to where Saintess Daphne had been and had told her everything. It was safe to say that the events that followed after had been very fun and interesting. All Davey could say was that it had served them right! They had reaped what they had sown!

—How could you be so childish…?

‘You’ve been single since birth. You will never understand the shock that I felt back then.’

—You really are a basta...