Magic Tower.
A unique social space.
The Floating Garden.
A group of adept mages gathered around a table.
Everyone was holding their breath.
Thud.
A hand slams down on the table.
âSurely, this canât be the first time in the long history of the Magic Tower!â
âOooh, did you find something, Ms. Jibril?â
âOf course. Let your eyes enlighten you instead of your words, Lynne.â
Snap.
Jibril opened a thick book and placed it on the table.
As for what the book is about.
It was a ãGuide to the Truthã that briefly summarized the history of the Magic Tower.
âOhhhâ¦â¦!â
Lynne exclaimed as she flipped through the pages.
âBut is this supposed to be believable? None of it seems to make any sense to me, Miss Jibril. Itâs a novel, a novel. I mean, since when has our Magic Tower been such a free-spirited groupâ¦â¦?!â
Whoop.
Jibril snatched the book away from Lynne, who had begun to rant. Lynne looked frustrated, but pitifully, no sympathy was showered upon her.
âWhat kind of place do you think the Magic Tower is, Lynne?â
Still, letâs remember, Noblesse Oblige.
Jibrel showed some recognition to Lynne. In order to help Lynne, who was the least behind among adept mages, she had personally opened ãGuide to the Truthã to the last page.
âSo you mean to read this to me, Miss Jibril?â
It was written in the last paragraph.
Chief Lee Hoyeol, proclaiming a special conference organized by the chief.
âIt saysâ¦â
âLynne, donât you still not see something strange about that?â
âStrange? Hmm, the handwriting is too straightâ¦â¦.â
A sigh that bursts out.
If we wait for Lynne to realize, the story will never end.
Klee replied for the anguished Lynne.
âYou mean someone didnât just rewrite it, right?â
âHuh? Now that you think about it, is that really true? This book was the first thing we borrowed and acquired as soon as we ran to Emerald Hall right after Chief Leeâs lecture on reversal magic. Wait, then, really?â
âOf course not, I donât think thereâs anything but magic in the Magic Tower, Lynne.â
Thatâs right.
ãGuide to the Truthã was a magical book that kept a record of the big events in the Magic Tower for itself. As you can see, if you turn the page a little further forward.
âThe last words of the devil worshippers who devoured the Magic Tower are also recorded.â
The implications of that statement were obvious to the clueless Lynne.
âWell, then youâre saying that the events I just read out are not fiction and are all true? No, then this is not the time! We need to prepare too!â
Even the clueless Lynne knew the key.
The important thing is that it is a âspecial conferenceâ and not hosted by the chief.
Lynne again begins to list the reasons why the special conference is special.
âMiss Jibril. And Miss Klee, have you not heard of the taboos and forbidden areas of the Magic Tower, the very foundation of the Magic Tower, that even we adept mages cannot overcome!â
The Taboo and the Forbidden.
The basement of the Magic Tower, the Mugan and the Amethyst Hall, to name a few. One of the adept mages spoke up at Lynneâs words.
âI donât know about Mugan, but Iâd like to see the Amethyst Hall open. Why, rumors abound that the senior mages of the previous era are there, gnashing their teeth at the current senior mages!â
Jibril shrugged.
âWell, I suppose one can hope.â
It was impossible for this âspecial weekâ to be without incident, according to recorded past anecdotes, so the question naturally arose.
âWhy?â
Jibril muttered quietly.
âWhat kind of judgment would Chief Lee have made under these circumstances?â
Let alone having a deep conversation with Chief Lee.
Iâd never seen him up close and personal.
No wonder.
Where would an adept mage ever come face to face with a chief mage?
The only chance they had was.
The Topaz Hall preliminary examination.
âNo matter what, Iâd like to decline that option.â
Jibril cleared her throat.
âyányán.â
As she said, the Special Conference was bound to cause great confusion. It was even harder to understand when compared to the previous special conferences held during the peaceful days of the Arcana continent.
There were still more than half of the Ten Thrones that were more powerful than all the demons they had ever faced combined.
The God of War, who had fled the Pantheon. His whereabouts are still unknown.
Also, looking back at the Oak Auctionâs behavior not long ago.
âYou never know whatâs going to happen next and where.â
But it was Chief Leeâs decision.
âStill, Iâm sure he means well, so, Lynne, what can you do about that shaky leg of yours from earlier? Iâm really starting to fall in love with you.â
Likewise, a table in the floating garden.
dalkag.
Jesse set down her teacup and muttered.
âI really shouldnât be doing thisâ¦â¦.â
It was the cone hat that answered her.
-Whatâs so wrong with me, a Tower Master, eavesdropping a little on the conversations of adept mages? There is no need to imitate Chief Lee, who is stubborn even in unnecessary details, Jesse.
Jesseâs cone hat allowed her to eavesdrop on the conversation among Jibrilâs group. It also allowed Jesse to keep track of what the Special Conference meant.
-Itâs an event that even I havenât experienced. Chief Lee and Marcelo the little Tower Master have done something so outlandish that I canât even begin to guess whatâs going on.
It wasnât a big deal.
The Tower Master in the cone hat had searched the archmageâs knowledge earlier.
But there was nothing that could be of any real help.
Each of them had experienced the Special Conference at different times.
The only thing they had in common was a series of extraordinary events.
For example.
-It wouldnât be strange if a red moon appeared in the sky right now.
The Magic Tower holds vast secrets.
To the extent that the boundaries are blurred by the secret.
This meant that the influence it had on those around it was bound to be great.
Jesse remained silent, lost in thought.
Oh my, did this old man say something for nothing?
The Tower Master was inwardly worried and spoke to Jesse.
-But you know better than anyone that thereâs nothing to worry about, right? Who made the decision? I hate to admit it, but itâs our brilliant, Chief Lee.
But Jesse didnât listen to the bland consolations.
Ever since sheâd unwittingly eavesdropped on the adeptsâ conversation about the special conference, Jesseâs mind had been focused on one place.
âAmethyst Hall.â
Jesse remembered.
-âThere was a light, Miss Jesse. In the Amethyst Hall.â
Matisse Dean Karl, Senior Mage of the Black Magic.
He smiled, unmoved by emotion. Jesse knew. The only time Matisse smiled was when it concerned Chief Lee.
âThe light, it must be something to do with him.â
The Amethyst Hall, a space granted only to mages of the senior rank and above.
To determine the identity of the light.
Jesse had aimed for a senior mage.
But the opportunity would come sooner than she expected.
âOf course, that doesnât mean I wonât work hard.â
Jesse shook her head.
I just donât want to waste an opportunity that doesnât come easily.
I returned the teacup using magic and stood up.
-Where are you suddenly in such a hurry?
Jesse raised a brow.
âTo check on something.â
-What do you mean, check on what?
âTo see if thereâs a red moon in the sky right now, andâ¦â¦. â
It was a smile that would send chills down âsomeoneâsâ spine.
âAnd the light in Amethyst Hall.â
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