EP.51 Resty Eleanor (2)
Suddenly, an old memory came to mind.
Memory begins with a question.
“What are the elders of the Magic Tower?”
“yes.”
I once asked my teacher that question.
It wasn’t difficult to recall the occasion.
‘Because it was a time when the elders were being damned.’
I hated the elders of the Magic Tower. Especially the elders at the time when I became the next Mage Tower lord.
“What on earth do those old bastards have to say about me?”
So, this would be a question asked when the next Magic Tower leader had just taken office.
‘What did Master answer to that question?’
maybe.
“···Raniel, first of all, I am also an elder.”
“Of course, they are elders other than Master.”
“hmm···.”
I remember it was a slightly different story than what I asked.
The teacher at that time sat me down on the sofa and started talking.
“First of all, Raniel. “Let me correct one thing.”
“yes?”
“It is not a day or two that the elders are particularly picky towards the next Mage Tower owner. “After the construction of the Gray Magic Tower, no one except the first Magic Tower lord, Armiel, received the support of all six elders.”
So, said Master.
“What I’m saying is that your origin isn’t a problem. “The elders basically think that there is no need for a magic tower lord.”
“···why?”
“There is a reason for that. Raniel, do you know the characteristics of the Gray Magic Tower?”
“Uh… you mean there is no set school?”
“Yes, the Gray Magic Tower does not have a set school. “It was a magic tower that started with the purpose of restoring the magic of the kingdom that had been reduced to ashes.”
The story continues with a sigh.
“For example, black studies inscriptions, and white studies elemental spells. Usually, a topic is chosen and the magic tower begins research. However, the Gray Magic Tower is not like that.”
Suddenly, Master spread out two fingers.
“This has pros and cons. The advantage is that wizards are not singled out, so each individual’s capabilities are outstanding…”
“The downside is that we all play separately.”
“Yes, that is correct. “That is the first characteristic of the Gray Magic Tower.”
Master folded his one remaining finger.
“The second characteristic is that the unruly wizards are divided into six factions and managed. “These are the elders of the Magic Tower who you call old people.”
“ah···.”
“Do you understand now? It is natural for the elders to be wary of the magic tower lord. “If a wizard from a specific faction becomes the owner of a magic tower… the balance between the six factions will be broken.”
I nodded, and Master smiled bitterly.
“Of course, I have no intention of using you to grow my faction. To begin with, I am quite skeptical about factional warfare. What qualifications do I have to manage young wizards? “All I can give you is advice.”
It’s funny.
After saying that, Master stood up.
“So, the magic tower lords so far have been elected through fights from each faction…”
“·····.”
“Not you, Raniel.”
Master approached me.
“The elder personally recommended you. You said you could unite the six divided factions. “This is the first time this has happened.”
He put his hand on my shoulder.
“The elder and I saw potential in you.”
Appropriate weight, neither light nor heavy. A hand with that much weight tapped my shoulder a couple of times.
“It’s about having confidence.”
“Still, the elders…”
“Elders… Well, it’s a funny thing for me, as an elder, to say, but…”
Master said with a smile.
“Elders are dregs.”
Cook the soup as you wish, and eat all the leftover scraps. Things that have accumulated and have nothing to spit out anymore.
Master described the elders like that.
“Don’t be swayed by their words, Raniel.”
While saying that, Master grabbed my shoulder.
And then, Master ripped off the badge that adorned your robes.
-Too-duk-duk.
I remember that touch.
“The elders, including me, have already withdrawn from the front line.”
The badge you placed on my chest.
And, even now, I think of the warmth of the hanging badge.
“If they laugh at you, laugh at them too. “If they are holding on to my accomplishments, then you too will have to tear down their accomplishments and destroy them.”
As I remember those words, I open my eyes.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is the badge on my chest.
Take your eyes off the badge.
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Raise your head and look straight ahead.
An elderly man is sitting there.
That face looks familiar.
“Rania van Trias.”
He calls my name. My name, different from before, is pronounced through the old man’s mouth.
I know him. There’s no way you wouldn’t know.
‘Jilleon.’
The oldest elder of the Magic Tower.
The eyes that looked at the old man naturally narrowed.
2.
The position of elder of the Gray Magic Tower is very convenient.
Zilleon knows him.
And, he knows how to use his position.
Gilleon rented the entire cafe and sent the owner out for a while. At the cafe where it was just the two of us, Gilleon finished talking.
‘I don’t reveal everything.’
I only told information that would be helpful to the story. That was enough for now. What Zilleon is about to offer is something that a wizard would surely covet.
‘What a chance to become the owner of the Gray Magic Tower.’
There would be no wizard who would not be fascinated by it.
With that confidence, Gilleon held out what he had prepared.
“This is the letter of recommendation.”
I put down the black letterhead on the table.
The letter paper has the symbol of a gray magic tower engraved on it.
‘Letter of recommendation for the next magic tower lord.’
While all the elders easily wasted their letters of recommendation, Gilleon was saving them. For opportunities like now.
“A letter of recommendation from me, Gilleon.”
Zilleon leaned back, emphasizing him.
‘Now that I have posted this letter of recommendation, there is no need for a long speech.’
Because it’s something worth it.
Gilleon thought so.
However, even after a long time, there was no answer.
“hmm.”
Gilleon cleared his throat briefly and narrowed his eyes.
I glance at the girl sitting in front of me.
Sarah.
Gray hair flows down her shoulders.
The blue eyes hidden between thin eyelashes are not directed at Gilleon.
“·····.”
She is looking at the accumulated grounds under the coffee cup. No, I get the impression that maybe she is looking further than that.
‘···It’s an inconceivable impression.’
That was the girl’s impression.
I can’t guess what you’re thinking. There is more than one thing that bothers me.
Among them, the thing that bothers me the most is:
‘Not even paying attention.’
The fact is that the girl is not even looking at the recommendation letter. That fact touches Gilleon’s pride.
‘What are you looking at so early?’
The girl’s eyes are just looking at the dregs that have settled under the coffee cup.
“·····.”
I have doubts about that fact.
There is no way any wizard would not know the value of this letter of recommendation. Even more so, if you are an official of the Gray Magic Tower, there is nothing to say.
‘If you grew up under Elder Rossell, there’s no way you wouldn’t know the value of this position, right? Didn’t he listen? ‘
Strength goes into the fingertips holding the cane.
“Whoa…”
Zilleon lets out a short breath.
Then, he bowed his pride and opened his mouth again.
“Didn’t you hear my proposal?”
He says, pushing the recommendation letter with his fingertip.
“I will be the next magic tower lord…”
“therefore.”
The girl opened her mouth, cutting off those words.
An hour into their conversation, Gilleon heard the girl’s voice for the first time.
“to sum up.”
The girl’s blue eyes are still transparent.
She looked at Gilleon with a look that was no different from when she looked at scraps.
Open your mouth and speak.
There is not the slightest hint of interest in that voice.
“Currently, the next Magic Tower owner of the Gray Magic Tower is not receiving support from the elders.”
She tips her coffee cup.
“The current next magic tower lord does not have the power to bind the gray magic tower together, so I will bring in a new magic tower lord to make up for that power.”
The coffee cup shakes.
The debris inside sloshes around with the stagnant water.
“For that role, I am suitable because I had a teacher like Raniel and have such orthodoxy. “Is that what you’re saying?”
It was accurate.
‘···I didn’t even tell you all that information.’
Did you infer the current situation by linking information to information? Zilleon secretly admires that insight. However, he nodded without revealing it to the outside world.
“You understand quickly, it’s exactly as you said.”
Gilleon smiled.
“You won’t have to worry about what happens afterwards. I, the oldest elder, Gilleon, recommend you as the next Ash Tower lord…”
“I don’t like it.”
With a thud, the girl pushes the coffee cup away. The grounds contained in the coffee cup flow out along with the black water.
The water that flows out wets the letter paper.
The gray pattern decorated on the black letter paper turns black. The dyed pattern represents Gilleon’s faction.
“Why me?”
There is a black stain on the table.
The girl glanced at the residue and then looked at Gilleon. There is contempt in her eyes.
3.
Resty remembers his name.
Resty Eleanor.
To be more precise, the last name that comes after it.
‘···Eleanoa.’
The name that the gray elder gave Lesti as his adopted daughter was Eleanor. Resty let out a sigh, remembering the weight that the word ‘Eleanor’ held on her.
“···Phew.”
The sigh I let out was deep.
There is no strength in the steps I take. The research report I was holding in my hand felt heavier today.
‘it’s tough.’
It’s like this at every evaluation meeting.
I also think that this is just an evaluation session, which is actually a place to berate yourself.
‘No matter what kind of research you post, you’ll get the hang of it somehow.’
If there is no problem with the research, let Resti’s behavior lead to culpability. This has been going on for several years already. Since they can’t bring down Resty, who was recommended by the elder, they seem to want Resty himself to go down.
‘I want to quit too, but…’
Resty did not want to disappoint the elder who took him away.
-You have talent, Resty.
I remember that soft voice.
He is currently lying in a hospital bed, but someday when he wakes up…
‘Because I want to greet you as the lord of the magic tower.’
That is Resty’s wish.
No one cares about you
It’s okay though. Someday, when the elder stands up from his chair, he will look after me.
That’s enough.
That fact alone makes Resty bearable a little more.
“·····.”
The hand holding the stack of documents takes strength.
Resty took another step. Although it is a holiday, Resty heads to Aplia’s laboratory.
Of course, it cannot be compared to the research facilities of the Magic Tower.
Still, it would be much better than studying while receiving harsh gazes.
‘Dean Aaron is also providing some convenience.’
Let’s do our best and do our best.
If I work harder to fix it, they might accept it.
While Resty was thinking that, he was walking through the quiet Aplia.
“···?”
Suddenly, something caught the corner of Resty’s field of vision.
The place her eyes are directed to is a cafe. A cafe favored by a slightly unique professor.
Sure enough, gray hair is visible through the cafe window. Even when viewed from a distance, the gray hair is immediately visible.
‘Professor Rania?’
Did you go to work even though it was a holiday?
With that thought in mind, Resty, who was unconsciously approaching the cafe, stopped.
This is because he recognized the person sitting across from him.
An elderly man dressed in a suit.
And, the cane the old man is holding.
‘···Elder Gilleon?’
Resty tilts his head.
‘Why is he here?’
Elder Gilleon was an elder who was not hostile to himself. Although not in front of others, he is also an elder who sends encouragement behind his back, saying that he supports him.
An elder who occasionally smiled.
When making eye contact with an elder, Resty would turn his head away, but Gilleon was an exception. Because he was one of the few people who treated me kindly.
‘You didn’t come to the evaluation meeting today, so why are you here…’
like that.
Resty looks blankly at Gilleon.
It was also natural for that gaze to lead to what Gilleon had taken out of his arms.
Black stationery.
A luxurious letter with a gray pattern.
The moment I saw it.
“·····.”
Resty’s expression hardened.
There’s no way I don’t know what that is. Because it was a letter that Resty had also received.
‘Letter of recommendation.’
Which position is this letter of recommendation for?
‘The next magic tower lord of the Gray Magic Tower.’
The person it is directed to is.
‘Professor Rania.’
Patter.
The paper Resty was holding fell to the floor.
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