EP.50 Resty Eleanor (1)
The next gray magic tower lord, Resty Eleanoa.
It goes without saying, but Resty is a talented wizard. She was recognized by the Gray Elder for her talent.
Learning is fast.
At that young age, he already knows how to draw top-level circuits.
He was born with the talent as a Summoner.
This is a recommendation from an elder who recognized the talent of the gray wizard Raniel at a glance. She has no doubts about the talent she possesses.
This is not a story limited to absolute standards.
Even by relative standards, it does not change that Resti is a high-level wizard.
There are currently two people mentioned as candidates for the next magic tower lord of Black and White. Shaman Belnoa and Battle Mage Lark.
-They are rare geniuses.
-These are the people who will decorate the future.
There are many people who admire the level of both of them.
However, when you put them and Lesti on the same level, the first thing that is called is Lesti.
-The levels are different.
-At that age, the only person who could wield both a familiar and a spirit like that was… Apostate Gletus.
That’s quite a talent. Even when evaluated comparatively, her talent is not inferior at all.
however.
As always with the word relative, evaluations ultimately differ depending on the criteria.
“I’m disappointed.”
“·····.”
One word suddenly uttered takes Resty’s breath away.
“I had a month to spare. “To be exact, it’s a month and a half, but I also have a schedule at the academy, so let’s assume it’s a month.”
The top layer of the Magic Tower, the hierarchy of elders.
Six seats arranged along a semicircular platform.
Four of the six positions are filled.
There are two empty seats.
Elder Rossel, who raised the next Mage Tower lord, and Gilleon, the oldest elder.
“Are these all the results of one month of research?”
A cold voice rings in my ears.
It’s a voice that doesn’t contain any emotion. Resty slowly raises his head.
“·····.”
There is a gaze looking down at oneself without saying a word.
Four elders are looking at themselves. There is no expectation in that gaze.
Results of one month of research.
Although the research was completed with less sleep, the elders’ gaze was cold.
Tuk.
One of the elders touches the table with his finger as if he is bored. Someone rested their chin in frustration. And someone even yawns.
“This is just one study that was conducted over a month. “I don’t even like the level of completion.”
Resty lowers his head.
“Are you saying that your grades at Aplia are that you are holding the top position? Yeah, I guess I should do that too. “If the research results are so poor, shouldn’t we do something about it?”
“It’s funny to enroll in the academy while sitting in the position of the next magic tower lord…”
I hear a sneer.
“Looking at it now, I think it’s just about the right level.”
Resty lowered his head a little more.
With a sneer from the elders, a bundle of documents fell in front of Resty.
There is no sign of having read it properly.
As if it wasn’t worth it, piles of crumpled paper rolled around at my feet.
“·····.”
Resty bent down and picked up the paper.
I bent my knees and sorted them out one by one.
“I miss 5 years ago.”
“That child… No, he overturned the magical world every ten days, let alone a month…”
“Isn’t it our fault for not holding on to him at that time? More precisely…”
“It’s also because of the owner of that empty seat.”
The elders are talking among themselves.
Resty is no longer in their minds. Resty picked up all the papers and bowed his head briefly.
There is no elder to accept the greeting.
That was when Resty was about to leave.
“The elder is old too. “They put a half-pun like that in the position of the next magic tower lord.”
A word was heard that stopped Resty in his tracks. Her fingers trembled as she held the piece of paper.
“Raniel van Trias.”
Someone says that name.
It’s that name again. I’ve heard it over and over again until I got sick of it, and now the name I don’t even want to hear is ringing in my ears.
Raniel.
If only it were Raniel.
Raniel is your age.
Raniel, Raniel, Raniel…
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“·····.”
Resty bit his lip.
The steps I take while listening to the elders’ ridicule are heavy. The head is lowered and there is no intention of lifting it.
It’s always like that.
No one cares about themselves. Find someone in yourself who is not already here.
How many years has it been like that?
For Resti, the Magic Tower was no longer a place of dreams. It took his breath away, and it became a place he never wanted to return to.
‘I really hate it.’
Blood flows from my tightly bitten lip.
Lesti left the magic tower with his head down.
2.
“Mr. Allen.”
“Why are you doing this? Professor Rania.”
At my call, Allen stopped roasting coffee beans and stuck his head out.
Allen was a barista who was a craftsman at a pension workshop. So, the owner of the cafe in Aplia Baccarat, where I became a regular.
I asked her a question.
“Mr. Allen, aren’t you resting? “Isn’t today a holiday?”
Not long ago, Aplia went on a short vacation. So, I naturally thought that the cafe would also be closed.
But, what is this?
I came to the school to see if it would happen, and the door was open. Even though I ran right away and ordered coffee and sat in the window seat…
‘Now that I think about it, does this person have any holidays?’
That question comes to mind once again.
Although the closing time is a bit early, I don’t think I’ve ever had a full day off.
As I asked the question and waited for the response, Allen stopped roasting the coffee beans.
“···Iknow, right?”
“yes?”
She answered my question with a question.
The voice is strangely low.
“Why can’t I rest, Professor Rania?”
Allen’s eyes are wide when he smiles like that. She felt like there was something unavoidable.
‘Is someone bothering me?’
It was something I couldn’t figure out.
I tilted my head and answered.
“Uh… I don’t know?”
“…It’s okay if you don’t know.”
Allen muttered and began to stir-fry coffee. I glanced at that figure for a moment, then moved my gaze back to the window.
Shiny windows.
The Aplia seen through the window is quiet.
‘I guess it’s because it’s a holiday.’
Since there are no students walking around the academy, it feels strange. Occasionally, you will only see a few assistant professors moving as if crawling on the floor.
In the past, I would have been shocked… but now.
‘That’s how assistant professors usually go.’
Maybe it’s because I’ve seen it so many times over the past month, but I’m used to it now. There is nothing strange about it.
I rest my chin and sip my coffee through a straw.
The appearance of Aplia, bathed in warm sunlight, is not much different from when I first stopped by this cafe a month ago.
The unchanging scenery gives a strange sense of stability.
‘Looking at the battlefield where the terrain changes with each passing day, this seems unfamiliar to me.’
Looking at the unchanging scenery, I felt like this was everyday life. The past five years of life come to mind again and again.
I was in the middle of thinking such nonsense.
Someone’s figure was caught in one corner of my field of vision.
Not a professor. Not even Aplia’s working-level staff. He is an elderly man dressed in a suit. You can feel the elegance in that outfit and gait.
Of course, the costume itself is not that unusual. This is something you can commonly see. There is something else that caught my eye.
That is, the cane that the old man is holding.
That cane was given to only six people. And, I have one of them.
‘Because it was given to me by my teacher.’
Originally a staff that only six people, including my teacher, had. The fact that the old man was holding it indicated that he was an elder of the Gray Magic Tower.
The old man approaches me.
Stand in front of me with the glass window in between.
At that point I remember the old man’s name.
‘Elder Gilleon.’
The oldest elder of the Gray Magic Tower was looking at me through the glass window.
3.
Tap, tap.
The sound of a cane touching a sidewalk block is heard. At one time, this wand was used to perform magic. It is a staff with a history of burning demonic beasts, pioneering unexplored lands, and laying the foundation to build the Gray Magic Tower.
However, that is all a thing of the past. Nowadays, canes are only used for pointing to the ground. It is not just a tool for moving an old body.
‘Time is indifferent.’
Gilleon feels a little bitter at that fact.
You try to stay young, but your body only gets older. It is possible to prolong life by using elixirs, but Gilleon does not want such an ugly life expectancy.
I live according to my theme.
Be satisfied with what you have been given and polish it.
Do not covet anything that goes beyond the limit.
Because that was the belief that Gilleon kept his whole life.
However, now even that belief is about to be shaken.
An enemy that will shake the beliefs you have maintained your whole life.
It is not difficult to find the reason.
‘Because what I have devoted my entire life to is about to be shaken.’
Zilleon sighs and thinks.
‘Currently, the Gray Magic Tower is in danger.’
The gray magic tower he dedicated his entire life to. Gilleon feels the shaking of the magic tower.
‘For issues related to the next magic tower owner.’
Resty Eleanor.
Of course, Gilleon does not doubt Resty Eleanor’s qualifications. Because he was chosen by the gray elder himself.
‘Plus, he has the qualities of a summoner.’
Even though she is not good enough to be the next magic tower lord, that girl has enough qualities to lead a magic tower.
The problem is not Resty himself.
The problem is how others look at her. Everyone doubts her qualifications.
At the center are the elders.
The older generation of wizards, led by the elders, constantly raise questions about her qualifications. He uses the Gray Mage as an example and discredits her achievements.
‘It is wrong to use the Gray Wizard as a comparison object.’
When faced with what the Gray Wizard has built up, there is no achievement that cannot be shaken. The achievements of past magic tower owners will also be shaken.
Zilleon knows him.
However, other wizards don’t know. More precisely, they know but pretend not to know. So, they are only chasing afterimages of people who have already left the Magic Tower.
A wizard must always look ahead.
We must leave behind the past and explore the unknown.
However, it is not the current gray magic tower.
The gray of the present is groping for the past, recalling only that glorious time five years ago.
‘It shouldn’t be like this. As it is, the next magic tower owner should lead this, but…’
Due to excessive factional fighting and pressure from the four elders, excluding himself and Rosell, the power of the next Magic Tower Lord is currently weak.
‘That perception is not good.’
The next magic tower lord has no power.
The elder is not in a state to lead the tower.
Roselle got sick of the tower and left halfway.
All that’s left is yourself.
How should I resolve this situation?
Gilleon already knew the answer a long time ago.
‘Lesti, I feel sorry for that child… but I think the right answer would be to bring in a new magic tower lord.’
I know the answer, but I couldn’t put it into practice.
‘Because we needed a new wizard with a guaranteed justification to succeed the gray wizard, Raniel.’
Until now, no such person has appeared.
‘But not now.’
Takkak.
Gilleon stretched out his staff one last time.
He stopped in front of a cafe.
“·····.”
A girl is sitting inside the cafe. Jill Leon looks at herself through her glass window. She also looks at her Jill Leon.
Gray hair and blue eyes.
A girl with an appearance that reminds me of someone.
Jilleon remembers her name.
Rania van Trias.
Roselle’s adopted daughter and second disciple.
A background with a connection to Raniel is a plus. There is no one more related to Raniel than she is. Well then, next question.
‘Does she deserve it?’
Gilleon reflects on the achievements she has made in a short period of time.
That achievement more than proves her worth.
The Gray Wizard, Raniel Van Trias.
That she was qualified to succeed him.
‘It’s just this child.’
Zilleon makes up his mind.
For the first time, I am opening my hands to something that is off topic.
For the Gray Magic Tower that he dedicated his life to.
A word from the author (author review)
Serialized 5 days a week… I kept it… everything…!
Even amidst numerous challenges.
Even in the midst of a crazy final report, I did it…!
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