Chapter 82: Finally We Can Compete With the Others
"I’m just a nobody, tower master." He said, a small smile crept onto his lips.
"Hmm... You awakened the grimoire. Can you tell me how you did it?" She asked, placed her hand below her chin to provide a bit of support to it.
"I can’t say if I awakened it, because I feel like..." He took a pause, his eyes drifted towards the palms.
He clenched his fists and continued. "I feel like it chose me." Gaze shifted back towards Valexeria.
"Choose you? Elaborate, Ragnar." She said, voice firm.
"I felt an eerie mana coming from the men’s dorm room, and I just followed it."
"Mana? But I never sensed something like it, even though my mana sensing capability is far superior to anyone in here." She said.
Leon shook his head lightly and leaned back into the chair. "That’s why I said, it chose me."
"It showed me a trial... of my dead parent." His expressions started to darken, his voice dripping with sudden sadness.
But he regained his composure as he continued. "And after that, I awakened it."
A sigh left through Valexeria’s mouth. "A trial, huh."
"That’s not what I heard the tales about." She said.
"Forget it all, you can leave the room."
Leon gave a light nod, got back up, and made his way towards the door.
But before he could leave, Valexeria’s voice fell inside his ears.
"Take my position, Ragnar." She said.
Leon’s eyes widened, and his body froze as he turned his head instantly.
Looking right into her eyes, didn’t dare to say anything.
But he took a deep breath and said. "I cannot, tower master."
"You cannot?" She said, the coldness was clearly audible in her tone.
Her mana left through her body once again, making its way towards Leon.
"Do you know that the one who possesses the grimoire has to be the tower master?"
"And you’re denying that fact, so should I take it as blasphemy towards Dark Mage Tower?" She said.
Her agony was clearly audible in her voice, and the mana of her had also started to run wild.
The room started to shake under her mana’s pressure.
The books kept under the bookshelf fell on the ground with a loud THUD.
A bead of sweat formed on Leon’s temple as he gulped.
"Calm down, tower master."
"I didn’t mean it like that... I can’t be the tower master because I’m not ready yet."
’I have to make her believe my words.’
’I can’t rot in here and sit on that table for the whole day signing the documents.’
She didn’t say anything for a while, simply observing Leon.
"You can’t deny the natural selection, Ragnar." She said.
Leon took a step forward and leaned on the table as he said. "Why don’t you stay in that position? And I’ll be the acting head of the tower when you’re not available?"
"I’m not ready to be the tower master yet; I lack both maturity and experience."
"Let me master the abilities of mine, and grow for that role." He said.
She didn’t say anything, simply gave Leon a single look before she lowered her gaze.
A deep sigh left her mouth as she leaned into her chair. "Fine, but you can’t keep denying the fact that you have to be the master of this tower." She said.
Leon’s lips curled into a bright smile as he said. "I will not."
He turned and made his way towards the door.
His hand extended, he opened the door as he left.
Valexeria was the only one who was left inside the room.
She kept sitting there in silence, lost in her own thoughts.
Her eyes closed, breaths turned ragged.
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CLANK!!BANG!!
A loud, banging voice of someone throwing a stool on the ground filled the entire room.
"They all are at it once again!!" A man shouted on top of his lungs, agony was filled in his tone.
"Tower master, please calm down." Another man’s voice came.
"How can I calm down, Jeff?" He said.
"They all act like they’re superior just because their tower’s reputation is better than ours?"
"Even our magic isn’t lacking, and is better than some of them." He said, still shouting.
"I can understand that, tower master..." Jeff said, politely.
The man took a deep sigh, sat on the ground, and curled his legs.
"I didn’t want the successor of mine to face the same thing..."
"I wanted to make it better for them... but it got even worse than before."
Someone banged on the door and then entered inside.
A man in his mid-twenties barged through the door, black hair disheveled and eyes just as dark.
"Tower master, you have to go to the master’s meeting." He said.
His head shifted towards the man who just come, pushed himself back up from the ground as he brushed the dust off his clothes.
"So, it finally arrived..." He muttered, expressions darkened.
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Valexeria’s eyes shot open, and sweat covered her face completely.
Her face remained expressionless, but before she could continue.
A drop of water fell on her hand from her cheeks, and the other one followed behind.
She raised her hand, touched the place from where it came.
A small chuckle left her lips. "I’m crying? How many years has it been since I last felt emotions like this?"
"All of this is because of you, Ragnar."
"Thank you so much for bringing the grimoire back to where it belongs..."
She took a long pause, leaned in her chair, and her gaze got fixed on the ceiling.
"Now we can also compete alongside the others..."
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’That was definitely hectic for me...’
’I barely made my way out of that situation.’
A deep sigh escaped through his mouth as he slowly made his way towards the males’ dorm room.
A/N
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