This is sudden, but let's talk about the boy known as Cliff Grimoire.
Cliff was now 13 years old; his age was right between those of Eris and Rudeus.
When he was old enough to understand what was going on, he was in an orphanage.
It was an orphanage in Milishion. It was an orphanage that could be said to be the symbol of the prestige and authority of the Milis religious organization.
There were no problems with the management, and the children were able to grow without worries and were sent off to foster parents.
When Cliff was 5, he was adopted by his current foster parent.
He was an old man named Harry Grimoire.
He was a person who held a high position in the Milis religious organization.
Before he had been adopted by Harry, Cliff had been receiving special education for gifted children.
In just a few years he had reached advanced rank in healing, detoxification and summoning magic.
In offensive magic as well, he had reached intermediate rank in all elements.
He was even more proficient in fire magic, and had reached advanced rank.
Cliff was a genius.
Praise rained down on him from all around.
Everyone had anticipated that he would surely become an amazing individual when he grew up.
It could be described as a childhood quite similar to Rudeus.
However, unlike Rudeus who had retained memories from his previous life, Cliff was becoming impudent.
He had become conceited, as though he had no betters.
At any rate, even amongst his peers in the classroom, there was no one who could use as many different magics as Cliff.
There were those who had reached Saint rank in healing.
There were those who had reached Saint magic in detoxification.
However, only Cliff had reached Advanced level in all three.
Because of his diversity, there were those who began to call him a sage in the making.
Cliff grew even more impudent.
He gradually stopped listening to his teacher's words.
In the future, Cliff was to succeed his foster father in his occupation.
Cliff had understood this as well.
But even so, Cliff longed to become an adventurer.
Why an adventurer?
That was due to the influence of his days at the orphanage.
Many of those who had graduated from the orphanage became adventurers.
If the children at the orphanage weren't adopted by the age of ten, they would enter into a school managed by the Milis religious organization.
There, they would train for five years.
For example swordsmanship or magic, it was combat training. Like that, they would train for jobs that their talents suited.
Those who excelled in not only studying, but also swordsmanship and magic could become knights.
However, the majority became adventurers.
As a result, there were many adventurers among the orphanage alumni.
These alumni would occasionally come to the orphanage.
While greeting their former teachers, they'd also tell fun stories of their adventures to the orphans.
Hearing these, the orphans would yearn to become adventurers.
Cliff was no exception.
Of course, Cliff didn't think his dream would come true.
Though he longed for it, he also understood his own circumstances.
As an orphan, selfishness wasn't permitted.
He endured.
Indeed, in the beginning.
However, this stiff lifestyle accumulated resentment inside Cliff, and as the praise continued to be showered onto him, Cliff grew more arrogant by the day.
On a certain day, Cliff ran away from home and thought to register as an adventurer.
It was a bit of a test of his power.
There were even those amongst the teachers who as former adventurers would speak about their past boastfully.
'When I was young, I wanted to pile up experiences like that.' they would say.
He got ready.
With the staff that he received from his foster father on his 10th birthday in hand, he left the Sacred District and entered the Adventurers District.
On the way, he bought a robe like those magicians would wear.
It was blue colored. He headed to the Adventurers Guild.
If he registered as a healer, he'd probably be immediately found by the church[1].
However, if he registered as a magician then it would be fine.
While believing foolish things like this, he finished the registration.
And like that, he was an adventurer, just like everyone else.
'A great adventure awaits me in a world I've never seen.'
He thought, and surveyed the surroundings in excitement.
Everyone was a brawny man.
He realized that everyone was something like a warrior or a swordsman.
Cliff had heard from his seniors at the orphanage that their parties had desperately needed a skilled magician.
That's why he had thought that if he called himself a magician, he'd immediately be able to enter a party.
Cliff had ignored the talk about adventurer ranks.
He had thought of parties as groups that didn't involve ranks.
Of course he had been rejected.
Bluntly rejected.
Over and over, rejected.
By the fourth time, Cliff's patience had reached its limits.
"Why!? Why can't I enter the party!?"
"Like I said, your rank is different."
"So what about my rank!? I actually have the strength of an A ranker! I said that because it couldn't be helped, I'd bear with partying with you lot, didn't I!?"
"What was that...? Don't get too carried away, you brat! Do you think a magician like you can win after picking a fight at this distance...?"
"You're not good for anything but swinging a sword around. Don't get carried away!"
"You shitty brat..."
Cliff was grabbed by the collar, and was thinking that if he showed his true power, he could drive them away somehow.
"Stop that. You're being childish, you know."
The one who interrupted them was a red-haired girl of about Cliff's age.