Chapter 90: 090. War (1)
"Ha ha."
At the top of the tower.
A place that humans from various continents admire, a sanctuary for those who practice magic—the Magic Tower.
The highest floor of that tower is reserved for the Tower Master. Everything from lodging to research and training can be resolved without ever stepping down from that top floor.
"That rascal."
The master of the highest floor, the Tower Master, said with a smile.
The cause was the letter he held in his hand. The luxurious paper and the elegantly written antique script were familiar to him.
"So you've finally made up your mind to do it, you rascal. I told you that you'd only survive by returning to the Magic Tower."
The Tower Master, with his white beard, was smiling despite his words.
This was because the contents of the letter pleased him more than he had expected.
"So you've found your place at last."
Muttering as he sank into his chair, the Tower Master reflected.