Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ralph Stafford, a 16-year-old with dark black hair and eyes, a member of an aristocratic family. While there may not be anything particularly remarkable about me, I harbor an insatiable desire for wealth that has become the driving force behind my aspirations.

In the grand tapestry of life, there exists a saying:

''When you want something, the whole universe conspires in order for you to achieve it''

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 As the youngest member of my family, I am poised to embark on a significant journey this year—entering the Royal Academy. This prestigious institution is brimming with nobles and aristocrats and serves as a common destination for those of our status to spend four formative years.

The Royal Academy is unique in that it offers a comprehensive education in magic, archery, swordsmanship,  sorcery, and even politics. However, my primary motivation for attending extends beyond the traditional curriculum; my raison d'être is simple—to amass wealth. In this hallowed institution where the pursuit of power and knowledge intertwine, my eyes are set firmly on the acquisition of prosperity, for in this world, all I see is the allure of money.