Ch.53The Greatest Magic Tower Tournament (1)

“I’m glad they seem to like it more than I expected.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I read the posts on the forum.

When I first brought this up, the reaction wasn’t great, so I was worried, but thankfully it seems to have worked out well.

Honestly, even I think my improvisation back then was pretty good.

Who wouldn’t want something that makes you younger, prevents hair loss, and enhances your appearance?

Even those who were initially skeptical began praising me after receiving my Blood Strengthening Art, saying their health had improved just as I promised.

Seeing those people made me feel good, like all my efforts were finally being rewarded.

“Well done, Irina. This is all thanks to you.”

When I patted my precious disciple’s head and said that, Irina smiled sheepishly and replied that it was all because I taught her well.

No, I can’t really say I taught her that well.

If anything, I taught her poorly. To be honest, since I don’t know much about magic, I can only give intuitive instructions like “do this” or “do that.”

It would be problematic if people thought I was a good teacher just because Irina is doing well.

Even when I explain things terribly, she understands perfectly, and she even gains insights in ways I never expected, improving her skills day by day. It’s obvious she would have achieved greatness even without me.

When you think about it, I’ve merely given her a little push to help her advance more easily.

I truly believe the future Irina would have figured all this out even without me.

‘But…’

For now, this is my role.

“By the way, sister.”

“Yes?”

“Razak says strange people keep coming to our Magic Tower lately, and he asked me to tell you to deal with them.”

“Why is he asking you to tell me that?”

“He said I’m the only one who can relay the message.”

That guy’s getting a knock on the head when I see him.

More importantly, strange people…

‘Ah… could it be…’

Come to think of it, our Blood Tower has become famous in various ways recently.

Especially the rumor that coming here can cure baldness…

I never specifically spread such rumors, but it seems the effects of the Blood Strengthening Art I performed on all the Blood Mages at the lecture hall that day were quite significant.

I didn’t expect the rumors to spread this far.

“I understand. Wait just a moment.”

Somehow, Razak ended up being in charge of handling these matters.

At first, he was only supposed to guide me around, but somehow he took on more and more responsibilities until he became half my secretary, coordinating my schedule.

Since he says he’s fine with it, I just go along with it.

“You called for me?”

Razak, looking somewhat haggard, approached and asked me.

“Is something wrong…?”

I asked with genuine concern.

Even though I’ve used Blood Strengthening Art on all the children, making them more energetic, seeing him look so worn out made me worry.

When I tilted my head and asked him, he shook his head as if it was nothing.

“It’s nothing. Please don’t worry too much.”

He seems to not want to cause me concern, but…

“You’d better tell me quickly. Otherwise, I might forcibly fire you from your secretary position.”

“What?”

His eyes widened, apparently not expecting me to say such a thing.

“Speak.”

“Well, um…”

“Hmm, do you want to be fired?”

“I-I’ll tell you!”

“That’s right.”

Indeed, there’s nothing more inconsiderate than lying to someone who’s worried about you, you fool.

“Now tell me. What happened?”

“Well… troublemakers have started appearing at the Magic Tower recently.”

“Troublemakers? What do you mean?”

I made a dumbfounded expression at Razak’s words.

I wondered what was happening, but something truly incomprehensible was occurring.

“You mentioned strange people earlier… judging by your condition, they must be quite difficult to deal with.”

If they’re making Razak look like this, they must really be giving him a hard time.

But…

“Ordinary people who aren’t mages shouldn’t be able to enter the Magic Tower, so how is this happening?”

Naturally, only people related to or working in magic can enter the Magic Tower.

Otherwise, they can only do business in designated areas with the tower’s permission.

If this place were open to everyone, it wouldn’t have become the center of magical research, and it wouldn’t have split into separate towers studying different attributes like the Red Tower, Blue Tower, and Green Tower.

Isn’t it obvious from the existence of the Aether Tower, which serves as both the administrator of the Magical Kingdom and mediator between the Magic Towers?

This place, the Magic Tower, is entangled in various complex interests among mages.

Not only ordinary people but even mages from other towers need permission to enter here.

That’s just how it is.

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“Those people aren’t ordinary citizens…”

“Not ordinary citizens?”

I suppose commoners wouldn’t think of storming into the prestigious Magic Tower just to cure baldness.

But even if they were nobles, in the Magical Kingdom, Magic Towers are treated with even higher regard than nobility.

“High-ranking mages from other towers are desperate to get in…”

“High-ranking mages from other towers? … Ah.”

After hearing that, I tilted my head in confusion for a moment, but thinking about it, it wasn’t that strange.

Baldness was a condition that no Magic Tower could cure…

If rumors spread that the Blood Tower had cured it, it was natural that mages from other towers would want to come here.

High-ranking mages have enough seniority to put pressure on other towers like this.

For Razak, who has to respond to all of them, it must be a living hell.

‘Well, this is…’

The eternal enemy of mages.

Baldness.

Most mages have many concerns about their hair.

It can’t be helped—mages are people who have to use their brains extensively.

For those who must devote every day to paperwork and magical research, stress is an unavoidable companion, and naturally, hair loss, which is closely related to stress, becomes common.

However, just because something is important doesn’t mean it can necessarily be resolved.

Throughout countless years, mages have tried to cure baldness, but it has proven impossible to conquer.

They haven’t even developed medicine to slow down hair loss, let alone cure it… so Blood Magic that can treat it instantly would indeed seem impressive.

For me, making hair grow with a snap of my fingers is no big deal, but things like blood, vitality, and focusing magical power on specific body parts… well, that’s all possible because of Blood Magic.

“Hmm…”

That’s right.

…

Wait a minute.

‘This… I might be able to make some money from this.’

I can’t create hair loss medicine.

That belongs to the realm of magical engineering or medicine… Blood Magic deals with blood and vitality; it wasn’t created to heal someone’s body.

The only reason I can use it for healing is because I’m a True Ancestor, the highest form of vampire who can freely control blood. For ordinary people, treating just baldness would be impossible from the start.

In other words, commercializing this is difficult for now.

Unless I personally train baldness treatment evangelists, commercialization is on hold.

Anyway, those who feel like they’re going crazy because of baldness would be limited to high-ranking mages…

‘What if I treat them personally?’

And since I’d be treating them personally, I could charge a lot of money.

They might think it’s expensive, but considering that there’s been no solution for baldness until now, they’d likely accept it as a bargain.

Ordinary people might not understand, but people only realize the importance of something after they’ve lost it.

It’s good for them, and we make money.

A complete win-win situation.

“I’ve had a good idea.”

Having instantly come up with a business targeting mages, I smiled and said.

I might have to work a bit harder, but…

‘At least this is better than clinging to that guy and calling him “big sister”…’

This might actually be a huge success.