Arthur Greenwood is the greatest mage on the continent of Valmoar. At the ripe age of 24, he's also the youngest archmage ever seen in the kingdom of Shrokmire. An extremely odd fellow when not in diplomatic meetings, he has started developing an odd fixation for what an isekair calls "booping the snoot." Join us as he explores this strange hobby while juggling his duties as archmage and tutor to the princess. What will become of Arthur? Knowing the author, probably something ridiculous.

Note: I was quarantined when I started this and was bored out of my mind. This is the first work of fiction I have ever put onto the interwebs, so it's probably going to be bad. I don't have a schedule worked out yet, because I don't know how my college work will interfere with writing. I'm making stuff up as I go, so if you allow me to grow, hopefully, I'll grow into something decent. Also, I'm me, so I'm adding a sexual content warning for when my mind inevitably strays back to the dark side of the mind.

Notey Note Part 2, Electric Bugaloo: I highly doubt this will ever happen, because I'm a complete amateur, but know that this is the only place I have ever (and likely will ever) post this story. If you find it anywhere else, it was stolen from here.