Ch.11TowerInside (3)

“You can handle the inauguration schedule yourselves.”

I don’t want to deal with such troublesome matters.

Of course, secretly I’m becoming the Magic Tower Lord just so I can join the community and have fun.

Still, I do care about the Blood Mages who work at the Crimson Blood Magic Tower, so I hope you’ll be understanding.

“Th-this is impossible…”

“It’s like making a deal with the devil…”

Just a moment ago, there were only aging old men, but now it was different.

Not only was their baldness cured, but their bodies became healthier, and they even looked rejuvenated. I left the Council of Elders while the elders were looking around in amazement at their transformed selves.

It wasn’t that difficult, and there was no harm in creating a good impression, so I simply granted their request.

Right now, more than anything else, I was eager to return to my room and browse the community.

‘I need to get back quickly and check the trending posts…’

It’s hard enough keeping up with all the hot topics.

Even now, stories about me are piling up in real-time.

If I tried to follow each one, I wouldn’t have enough time even if I held onto my MagicPad all day.

‘Today, maybe I’ll check out other Magic Towers besides the Crimson Blood Magic Tower.’

I did have a few places in mind.

While each Magic Tower has its own space for its people, there’s also a forum that all mages from every Tower can use without restrictions.

Since it’s a space that any mage working at a Magic Tower can use freely, all kinds of stories pour out there.

The news that a new Tower Lord had suddenly appeared at the Blood Tower, which had been vacant until now, would have been enough to heat up that community.

‘But I’ll look at that later…’

For topics to circulate, there needs to be a significant event.

That event probably wouldn’t create much of a stir unless it was at least as big as my inauguration.

From what I’ve heard, the perception of the Crimson Blood Magic Tower isn’t very good, so people would be even less interested in it.

Since I’ve only checked the Crimson Blood Magic Tower forum so far, there’s still so much I don’t know.

I have a lot to catch up on when I get back.

“Please guide me to my room.”

“Ah, yes.”

As soon as I got off the elevator, I asked Jasper, who was waiting for me, and followed him.

“Do you know something?”

“Pardon?”

“There will be good things happening at the Blood Magic Tower soon.”

“…?”

Good things.

Actually, it’s funny to call it a “good thing.”

It’s quite absurd that my appointment is considered a good thing.

How on earth did a vampire who isn’t even a mage come to be revered as a Tower Lord…

Of course, it’s equally absurd that I’m volunteering to become a Tower Lord because I’m impressed by the technology, but still.

Judging by Jasper’s reaction and the posts on the community, the mages of the Crimson Blood Magic Tower might not think much of it.

It seems that both online and in reality, my becoming the Tower Lord has become an established fact.

Still, good news is good news… well…

Jasper wore an expression of incomprehension at my words.

I just chuckled.

“… Um, Tower Lord.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Well… you’re free to decline this, but… I have something to tell you.”

Suddenly?

I was planning to go straight back to my room, but it seems there’s something that requires my attention.

I wanted to decline and just go back to my room to continue browsing the forum, but since I’ve decided to become the Tower Lord, it wouldn’t hurt to make a good impression.

Let’s hear what he has to say.

“Go ahead and tell me.”

“The High Mage wishes to meet with you, Tower Lord. Though calling them a High Mage… they’re still just a child.”

“Hmm.”

A child.

It’s surprising enough that a child is a High Mage…

If they’re in the position of a High Mage, they must be serious about Blood Magic, so it’s understandable that they want to meet me.

It’s also quite intriguing.

Just a moment ago, I was grinning at the thought of checking the trending posts, but if it’s a young High Mage who wants to meet me, that’s different.

If someone so young is not only in the Magic Tower, which is difficult to enter, but also holds the position of a High Mage, they must be extremely dedicated to Blood Magic…

In that case, it’s one of two things…

‘Either they’re obsessed with Blood Magic or they’re obsessed with my past self…’

Those who entered the Crimson Blood Magic Tower were one of the two.

Ha, my popularity is something else.

‘…I hope it’s not a child who’s fanatically obsessed with Count Vladimir…?’

Thinking about how incredible my popularity is, I remembered someone from the community who worshipped the thousand-year-old me to an alarming degree.

I thought it was just a concept and ignored it, but they would mysteriously appear whenever there was a post insulting Count Vladimir, and their worship was all different.

The first couple of times, I let it slide, but as it kept happening, I started to wonder if it was real.

‘Well… I shouldn’t connect everything to the community.’

I shook my head.

After spending all night browsing the community, I seem to have gone a bit crazy.

Even though I know I shouldn’t, the community I’ve tasted after so long was enough to melt my brain.

‘At times like this, a change of pace is necessary.’

If I keep looking at the community, I don’t know what will happen to me.

It didn’t seem like a bad idea to meet them once.

“Alright, let’s go.”

At my answer, Jasper visibly brightened.

I don’t understand why he’s happy when it’s the child who wants to meet me.

Well, as long as he’s happy.

* * *

[Sign it! Count!]

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Count Vladimir is… just an ordinary person…

From now on, our god is… the Tower Lord…

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The greatest Blood Mage in history.

“GOAT”

Comments:

– LOL this is so funny

– Count can’t beat the Tower Lord in any aspect lol

– Even the Count would admit lol Anyone who knows a bit about Blood Magic can only admire lol

– Nooooo LOL Nuooooo LOL Gasp hueeeek… Huek… Kekekek…

ㄴ Teacher, please hold your breath for 365 days.

ㄴ Gay, the Tower Lord is at least a thousand years old…

ㄴㄴwhat

“No! That’s not true!”

After reading through all the posts, the blonde girl rose from her bed and began thrashing about wildly.

Tears streamed down from her reddish eyes as she writhed on the bed.

Unable to contain herself, she tightly closed her eyes and, with an expression full of resentment, grabbed a pillow and swung it at a doll.

The head of the innocent, cute bat doll was crushed…

After venting her anger for a while, the girl impatiently began fiddling with her MagicPad.

– I’llfindfindoutwhereyeliveandexpellyouifyoudon’ttakedownthispostrightnowwhyareyoukeepinsultingCountVladimireyoubastard!!!

ㄴ Wasn’t she not like this before? What’s going on?;;

ㄴ She’s always thrown fits like this whenever Count Vladimir gets criticized. Now that the Tower Lord has appeared and there’s a trend of criticizing the Count, she’s having a meltdown. Just ignore her.

“Th-this is too much…!!”

How could people be like this?

Until recently, they had all respectfully honored Count Vladimir with smiles, but now they’ve completely fallen for some girl who popped out of a grave.

Just thinking about that girl made her blood boil.

‘B-Blood Magic is impressive, but…’

She had never seen Blood Magic like that before.

Being a High Mage wasn’t just a title, and she knew very well how extraordinary each spell that girl had shown was.

That’s why she wanted to confirm.

‘They say people spill everything under pressure interrogation!’

She desperately wanted to know the truth.

The girl reached into her pillow where a book on interrogation techniques was hidden.

She wanted to review the content one last time.

That’s when it happened.

Ding dong!

– Miss Irina? I’ve brought the Tower Lord.

“Gasp!”

At those words, the girl’s body reflexively jumped up and landed lightly on the soft, padded floor.

She then ran quickly to the door, reached up, and turned the doorknob.

“Y-you’re here?!”

“Yes, I’ve brought her.”

Jasper said that and stepped back.

What appeared next was…

“So you’re Irina. I heard you wanted to see me.”

A beautiful girl with silvery hair that glowed softly even in the generally dim lighting of the Crimson Blood Magic Tower.

Irina, a girl slightly taller than her.

But their eye levels were similar.

Midir Tepes.

The great mage who had agreed to become the Lord of the Crimson Blood Magic Tower.

‘She’s so pretty…’

Irina, who had been grinding her teeth with hostility just moments ago, was now unconsciously approaching Midir with an expression full of goodwill and curiosity, wanting to see her more clearly.

“Hmm? Why are you suddenly coming closer…”

“I, I think I understand now.”

“What…”

“Count Vladimir…”

“…?!”

When Vladimir’s name came up, Midir’s eyes widened.

She then glanced at Jasper.

Sensing the atmosphere, he had already left.

‘That’s fortunate.’

Otherwise, he might have been subjected to a memory erasure spell.

Midir thought this as she looked down at Irina.

Could it be that this child had figured it out?

‘That I’m a vampire?’

Judging by how she brought up Count Vladimir as soon as she saw her, it seemed almost certain.

‘Should I silence her…?’

The fact that she was Count Vladimir shouldn’t be revealed right now.

It might be discovered someday, but for now… it would only bring confusion.

Above all.

‘How fun is it to be praised and criticized at the same time…!’

She couldn’t admit that browsing the forum was fun.

Midir inwardly shook her head and waited for Irina to continue.

Finally, the girl opened her mouth, and

“You’re… a descendant of Count Vladimir, aren’t you?!”

The absurd statement echoed through the corridor.

“… Huh?”

Midir blankly looked down at the girl.

Irina wore a confident expression, as if her guess was correct… an expression that made Midir want to slap her.

‘…Of course.’

There’s no way she could have figured it out.

Though it was actually the closest to the truth.

Midir grinned, revealing her fangs.

“And what if I am?”

“……..”

At those words, Irina looked at her with an expression full of expectation, then suddenly turned her neck.

Then she lifted her hair to reveal her neckline…

Reveal?

“L-like Count Vladimir… please suck my blood…!”

“…?”

At the girl’s bombshell statement, Midir froze in place.

‘What’s with this flirtatious little brat?’

With an incredulous expression, she muttered to herself.