As we entered through the tall gates, the Academy courtyard was filled with noise and movement. Wagons and carriages stood in rows—some already parked, others still rolling in, their wheels creaking over the stone paths.
The very first statue that greeted us stood near the entrance: a giant figure of Archangel Michael. His massive sword was planted firmly into the ground, both hands resting on the hilt. His stone wings were spread wide behind him, as if protecting all who entered. His gaze was stern and noble, like a guardian silently judging every student who passed beneath his shadow.
We pulled off to the side and thanked the one who brought us here, then proceeded to walk. We were now walking, carrying our packed bags, heading toward the center.
We passed families crowded in the courtyard—mothers holding back tears, fathers giving last-minute advice, and younger siblings waving with teary eyes. Some students clutched their bags tightly, others looked around in awe.
Then, suddenly, the noise faded.
A strong, clear voice echoed across the courtyard, cutting through the silence like lightning:
"Welcome to the Divine Academy!"
Every head turned toward the grand marble staircase that led up to the main Academy building.
There, we saw three more statues, placed with great purpose.
On the left side of the stairs stood Archangel Gabriel, carved with flowing robes and a long trumpet raised high in his hand, as if announcing our arrival to the heavens. His face was serene, but his posture demanded respect.
On the right side stood Archangel Uriel, holding an open stone book in his arms, his eyes cast downward as if reading ancient truths. The pages of the book had symbols carved into them, glowing faintly with golden light.
Above the center of the stairs, on a raised pedestal, stood the most mysterious of them all—the statue of Archangel Raziel. His face was hidden beneath a stone hood, casting a light over most of his face. In his right hand, he held a carved amulet, raised slightly, as if offering its secret power to those worthy enough to seek it.
And there—standing tall and proud before Raziel's statue—was a woman with long black hair and sharp, focused eyes.
She stood with confidence, the giant statue of Raziel looming behind her like a silent protector, the amulet in the statue's hand glowing faintly with the morning sun.
After the woman welcomed us, all the students were gathered around in the center of the courtyard, just below the grand staircase. We stood in neat lines, side by side, with our bags at our feet.
Some students whispered quietly, others looked around, trying to take in every detail of this new place.
As I stood there, my eyes wandered to the far end of the courtyard—toward the back.
Soft green grass covered the ground, colorful flowers bloomed in carefully arranged garden beds, and butterflies floated through the air. A large, round fountain stood at the center, its clear water gently flowing in the sunlight.
Around it, wooden benches were scattered in.
And near the fountain stood another statue—one I hadn't noticed before.
It was the statue of Archangel Raphael.
He was carved in smooth white stone like the others, but his expression was warm and gentle. One hand was held out in a healing gesture, as if offering peace to anyone who approached. In his right hand, he held a glowing scepter topped with a small glowing crystal, a symbol of light and life. The statue seemed to shine a little brighter than the rest, as if the sunlight gathered all together on him the most.
"May I have your attention, please!" the woman's voice rang out across the courtyard, strong and clear.
All the students turned to face her. Some stopped whispering. Others stood up straighter.
"I am your Headmistress, Ophelia Chariot," she said with a warm but confident smile. Her long cloak fluttered gently behind her as she stepped forward.
She paused, giving everyone a moment to let her words sink in.
"A long time ago, our peaceful Kingdom was attacked by Demons and many other dark, terrifying creatures. They came from the Abyss, bringing chaos and fear. People cried out for help.
In our time of great need, the Creator sent His heavenly army to protect us. Among them were Five mighty Archangels—noble and powerful warriors of light. They came down from the heavens and fought bravely against the darkness. With their strength and divine powers, they sealed away the Seven Deadly Demons—the strongest and most dangerous enemies of all. Thanks to them, our Kingdom was saved.
Even though those evil beings were sealed long ago, the danger is not gone forever. One day, the seal might break, and they could return, bringing chaos again across many Kingdoms including ours. That is why we must always be ready. We must stay strong and prepare for whatever comes next.
"But sadly, after the Demons were sealed and peace returned… humanity began to change. Over time, some people grew selfish and proud. They forgot the Creator's kindness. They turned away from the light.
Worse still, some were tempted and tricked by the whispers of the Demons. Even though the Seven Deadly Demons were sealed, their dark influence still reached into the hearts of the weak and the greedy. People began to follow their lies. They were promised power, riches, and freedom—but it was all a trap.
In the end, many humans rebelled against our very Creator who had once saved us. They broke the trust, choosing darkness over light. The Creator was heartbroken and disappointed.
But even in His sadness, He did not give up on us. The Creator still watches over the world, waiting for us to change. Waiting for us to prove that we can rise again.
And maybe one day… if we prove ourselves, the Creator will smile upon us once more.
This Divine Academy was built for that purpose. It exists to train young heroes and adventurers like you—to teach you how to fight monsters, protect towns and villages, and keep peace throughout the Kingdom. You will learn how to use your gifts, magics, powers, and skills for good. This Academy not just to make warriors, but to help us earn back the Creator's trust. Through courage, through compassion, and through unity, we can show that humanity is still worth saving.
And one day, when your training is complete, you will become full-fledged Adventurers. You'll be trusted with missions, quests, and important tasks. Yes, there will be rewards—but more importantly, you will be protectors of this world.
So, train hard. Study well. Support one another. Because who knows? Maybe your generation will be the one that faces the Seven Deadly Demons again. If that day comes, we will need strong, brave Adventurers to rise and defend us once more.
Good luck to you all—and may the light of the Creator and Archangels guide your path."
After the Headmistress finished her long speech, the courtyard fell into silence.
She turned slightly and held out her hand toward a row of people standing proudly beside her.
"These are your tutors and staff. They are your teachers, your mentors, and your guides. Each of them has mastered their own path—and they are here to help you find yours."
She nodded toward a calm, kind-looking woman with short brown hair.
"This is Master Felicia," the Headmistress said. "She is the Tutor of the Psychics. If your gift is a psionic ability, she will be the one who will guide you."
Master Felicia gave a small nod and a gentle smile.
Next, Ophelia gestured to a tall man wearing white robes with golden designs, his scepter glowing faintly with light.
"This is Master Genesis, Tutor of the Priests and Priestesses. He will help those who were chosen to heal, enchant, bless, or protect with divine power."
Master Genesis bowed his head slightly, his eyes filled with peace.
Then came a man with a long blue robe and a glowing flaming-design magic staff beside him.
"Master Merlin," the Headmistress introduced, "is the Tutor of the Mages. If your path is magic—casting fire, wind, earth, or water—he is your teacher."
Master Merlin smiled playfully at the crowd, and some students smiled nervously.
Next to him stood a broad-shouldered man with a stern expression and a long sword at his back.
"This is Master Osford, Tutor of the Swordsmen," Ophelia said. "If you wish to fight with strength, skill, and brute force using magic blades, he will train you."
Master Osford gave a sharp nod but said nothing.
"And finally," the Headmistress said, turning to a woman with sharp eyes and a long rifle slung over her shoulder, "we have Master Theia, the Tutor of the Marksmen. She will guide those who aim true—whether with magic bows or magic guns."
Master Theia gave a salute with a small grin.
"These five Masters will be with you throughout your time here," Headmistress Ophelia said, turning back to the students.
"Respect them. Learn from them. One day, you may become strong Adventurers as they are."
"For now, I urge you to explore the Academy, forge friendships, and get to know one another," the Headmistress said warmly.
"Your companions will be crucial in battle; remember, your bonds will be as powerful as any weapon. Tomorrow, we'll begin assigning your Class- Swordsman, Marksman, Priestess/Priest, Mage and Psychic- based on your strengths and capabilities, determining the crucial roles each of you will play." she added.