Chapter 21 He’s qualified
The Royal Academy has four towers, each aligned with a cardinal direction. The White, Black, Red, and Purple Tower.
The White Tower stands on the western side. Known as the Tower of Wisdom, it houses 3,000 years of ancient knowledge stored within the depths of the Chained Doors.
The Black Tower is located on the southern side. It is known as the Tower of Temptation and Trial, a place designed for individuals to overcome their limits. Those who enter can experience a myriad of pains and emotions, simulated by a great spell cast by a Sage to torment an ancient demon to death.
The Red Tower occupies the eastern side. This is the Tower of Combat and Time, a space dedicated to training and countless attempts at improvement. Inside, there exists a powerful spell that can slow time.
The Purple Tower stands on the northern side. Known as the Tower of Nature and Emptiness, it provides a calming place for inner reflection. It is a favorite spot for the Academy's mages to meditate and sharpen their control over their mana.
Access to these massive, ancient structures is highly restricted. Only Professors, the Vice Principal, the Principal, and selected students—those destined to make significant contributions to the world—may enter.
Inside the archive level 4 of the White Tower, a platinum long-haired woman moved her fingers across the words after words of an old book had been laid by her on the table in front of her. The title of the book is *The Pit of Knowledge*. Her pale, bluish lips muttered the words so softly, melodically, coldly, akin to whispers of a frozen angel.
"I shall rose, he said. He stood to face the white being standing before him. Its words were underlined, unknown, but he could hear its laments. Fear, it uttered. It feared upon seeing the true face of the..."
As the woman's lips continued to voice the words of the book, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the table on which she sat. She closed her lips. Her white, bluish eyes checked the one who disturbed her learning time. Her eyes became even colder as she spotted her figure.
The golden, fake golden.
"Faker..." The platinum-haired woman, Julimune, muttered with disgust under her breath.