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Mario sat on his bed, face is his hands. He was angry. He was upset. He was... disappointed in himself.

It was a few days after the first event of the grand magic games. He had fought the second of Grimshade and had won... and yet, he was still a B rank. He had been there for a half a year while the newest recruits had been there for only a couple weeks or so and yet the guildmasters were considering moving them up to B rank already.

It wasn't fair. Then again, when had his life ever been fair?

He had worked so hard, so hard, for what? Nothing. Nothing at all. He was strong enough to be A rank. He knew it. Wasn't the fact that he had beaten a second in command proof of that? So what if he was a little drunk when he had fought him, drunk or not, seconds or even just S class wizards were no pushover, Zaro was a testament to that. So why couldn't they promote him?

Was he just not good enough?

Could that really be it? Could it really just be he wasn't good enough in comparison to his fellow guildmates? He didn't want to believe that. That would mean he was a liability, a weak link. He didn't want to be that either.

But at the same time, sometimes he knew that he wasn't good enough.

He had been a lot of things in his life. A street rat, homeless, a beggar, a pickpocket, a thief... Sure he was a mage of Divinus Magicae but if he hadn't been sent to prison and his guildmasters trying to reform him, would they have ever taken him on? He had a feeling that the answer was no.

This was his family and this was his home but he wasn't good enough for it. And he had a feeling that it would be a long time before he ever would be.