episode_0058
by fnovelpia“Matopjuyo?”
The rooftop terrace.
The owner of the magic tower.
There is no need for any further explanation, as the name Matapju alone is enough to explain what kind of being he is.
He is not just a simple tower manager, but a symbolic pinnacle of the magical world.
“That’s right. Matapju! I just felt it right away. Child, you are several levels above others. You can do it!”
Edmund’s expression was similar to that of a believer who has seen God, but Mirabelle’s reaction was indifferent.
“I’m not really interested?”
“Child, you are still young and don’t know much. It is the pinnacle of magic.”
Mirabelle thought for a moment.
Matapju? I’m still not interested in that. Finding Karami is my top priority.
But even if we meet again, what will change? I was disappointed because I didn’t acknowledge the value of my existence. If we meet again in a situation where nothing has changed, I will be disappointed again.
There will be no more chances then.
I don’t like being abandoned.
We need to increase our value before we meet again.
“Will my value increase if I become a top owner?”
“Worth? Only fools talk about the value of the Magic Tower. All the wizards in the world will look up to you.”
The rooftop terrace.
Yeah, you have to be at least a Matapju to be able to proudly say you’re Karami’s slave.
And, the miracle that Harold dreamed of. A world where witches don’t have to live in hiding. If he becomes the Magic Tower Master, he might be able to create the world his family wanted.
“I want to do it. Topju.”
Mirabelle’s eyes were filled with determination.
***
“… Therefore, I, Edmund Alexius Wilmore, recommend this child for the position of the Tower Master.”
The first senior council meeting in 10 years.
The five elders and the candidate Mirabelle gathered in the conference room.
The elders sit around a round table. As expected, the seat of the highest ranking member, Matapju, is currently vacant.
To be exact, it has been vacant ever since the day the mysterious structure known as the Magic Tower was revealed to the world, and the first Magic Tower owner who discovered it passed away.
It’s not like you can do it just because you want to.
The basic method of admission is by recommendation. Also, only those who have unanimous consent from the five elders can ascend to the position of the Magic Tower Master.
That is to say, I have never once pulled out a magic wand.
The reason was simpler than I thought.
It’s a good thing that you can’t put someone weaker than you above them.
I don’t think it will be fun.
I hate getting old.
I hate it because it’s ugly.
I hate baldness.
The rest is omitted.
Because of all the nitpicking, the Matapju was not elected for hundreds of years. Since the major and minor matters of the Matap were divided among the elders, it was okay to leave the position vacant.
For such a long time, under the tacit agreement of the five elders, the tight balance of the magic tower was maintained. Even if Mirabelle had made up her mind, it is uncertain whether she would be able to become the magic tower’s lord.
“Matopjura… There was something like that too.”
That’s what Darenor says.
A dark high elf elder who has managed the magic tower since the days of the first magic tower lord.
The Magic Tower does not discriminate based on race, gender, age, or anything else. It is all about skill. Any outstanding magician is given the opportunity to become a Magic Tower magician.
It is not an obstacle for Mirabelle to be a young girl. Rather, it is a plus because she still has a lot of potential for growth.
“I see! So you were the one who shook the magic tower recently!”
A boy suddenly stands up and starts making a fuss. Every time he does, the black wings on his back flap.
The mischievous boy of the rooftop.
Jacaril Vermor.
A demon tribe born in the Demon Realm located on the opposite side of the continent.
Although he appears to be around the same age as Mirabelle, his soul is actually immortal.
Zacharil, who came to destroy the magic tower to relieve his boredom, became the elder of the magic tower to relieve his boredom. In his eyes, Mirabelle was just a toy that rolled in.
The corners of Jakaril’s eyes curved in playfulness.
“Are you strong? How strong are you? Play with me!”
It was just a moment.
The surrounding area was covered in darkness.
A light that resembles the Black Sea.
The black sea waves ominously.
A school of sharks revealed their form in the sea with a sharp swoosh.
It seems to have a substance, but it sways like fog.
For a moment, he circled around Mirabelle as if he was hunting for prey, as if he had smelled blood.
It rushes forward fiercely, cutting through the Black Sea like a rapid. Its sharp, pointed teeth flash.
Seo-eok.
However, the shark’s teeth do not reach Mirabelle.
A blue grim reaper appears out of thin air and swings a scythe, slicing in half the body of a shark that does not actually exist.
“Oh!”
Tap the cane twice.
Gentle waves create ripples and calm the angry waves.
The shark that was rising under Mirabelle’s feet crashes into the water with a thud! It’s as if an invisible barrier has been opened.
The Black Sea has become calm.
Armistice.
Jacaril jumps up and down and claps his feet.
“Wow! You’re the first one to stop my prank! Everyone else was so flustered that they couldn’t even use their magic and got eaten.
“It’s not that great, is it?”
“Haha! That’s the first time I’ve heard that. You’re so funny, aren’t you? I think fun things will happen when we’re together. Okay, I agree!”
The first prank of the mischievous boy has passed.
Edmund let out a small breath and glanced at the elders.
“What do you think?”
“Anyway, humans. Weak beings who will soon be swept away by the distant time axis. If it doesn’t work out, we can just pick them again a hundred years later, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Carsis, what about you?”
Karshisa flickers his long snake tongue. Then he wiggles his snake body and returns to his lab.
It means do whatever you want.
Four elders, including Edmund, agreed. Naturally, everyone’s attention turned to the last one.
The recommendations for the Matapju are largely divided into two gates.
First, play with Jacaril. Most people dream of becoming a magician, but die after failing to overcome his tricks.
Once it got through, it wasn’t hard to get the other elders’ consent, since they were all like, do it or don’t do it.
However, the top star did not appear.
The reason is the last gate.
“Hoo… .”
A large, wide-brimmed hat.
A dress that clings tightly to the skin and boldly reveals a woman’s voluptuous body.
A woman smoking a thin, long pipe.
The last elder.
Morgana Sherisene.
She was the veteran who always criticized the appearance of the candidates for the top position and caused them to fail. No matter how talented she was, there was nothing she could do about this.
Morgana takes the pipe out of her mouth and exhales deeply. A puff of magical smoke rises.
When the smoke from the cigarette that rose upward slowly dispersed.
“Passed.”
“Huh? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. She’s cute. Cute kids are always welcome. It’ll bring some life to the dull magic tower. And.”
Morgana’s narrow eyes, hidden by her hood, reach out to Mirabelle. Her gaze as she looks at the girl is filled with a mixture of emotions, like paints on a palette.
“As an adult, I have to take care of the young witch.”
Morgana winks.
Edmund sighed.
It was more of a feeling of emptiness than relief.
The requirement for the Magic Tower is appearance.
In any case, the fact that all five elders agreed remained unchanged, even though their reasons were different.
It was the moment when a new owner was born on the rooftop.
But he’s a slave.
***
Even though the Magic Tower appeared, there were no dramatic changes within the Magic Tower.
After all, for wizards, their own magical research is more important than the world around them. So they stay locked in their labs like cockroaches and don’t come out.
Mirabelle was similar.
Mirabelle was currently in the exact center of the Magic Tower. She was lying ‘in the air’, reading a book. Hundreds of magic books were circling around her at a constant speed like the rings of Saturn.
Each and every one of them was something greater than Mr. Ko’s tips book. Mirabelle, who had become the owner of the magic tower, was qualified to read them.
I quickly read a book and then threw it away.
A new book is put into her hands, repeating endlessly.
Although others might wonder what she was doing, Mirabelle was steadily learning magic. She was becoming something beyond a witch.
No one would imagine that Mirabelle was not trying to take over the world, but was merely trying to catch the eye of her master.
Swoosh.
The book bunker created by Mirabelle.
The space inside it became distorted and a god of death appeared.
“Are you here?”
The messenger nods.
Mirabelle, who had become the owner of the tower, stopped chasing Karami for a moment.
Even though I’ve become a top player, I’m still immature.
We will meet again after I have further refined my magic.
However, Mirabelle had no intention of just waiting around, and had been secretly planning something.
Mirabelle originally possessed a very small amount of Karami’s magical power. She traced it back and finally succeeded in finding Karami.
Karami’s current location is the water nation of Bestia.
As expected, there were slaves around him.
Mirabelle was so envious of those who were by Karami’s side, but she held back. It wasn’t the time yet.
Instead, he was a little greedy. He used the messenger of death to break the chains on their souls. The purpose was the magic power of Karami contained in the chains.
They were no longer slaves of Karami, but that was not the case.
Because I am more in a hurry.
Mirabelle checked the magical power that the messenger had recovered. It was a plain black magical power. However, in Mirabelle’s eyes, it seemed more noble than anything in the world.
When I broke their chains, I used to feel jealous and wonder, ‘Why are you the only ones who have the master’s chains?’ But not anymore.
Mirabelle, who gathers the magic power of Karami.
Let it flow into your soul.
Create magic.
The form is chains.
A black chain is created in Mirabelle’s mind.
Mirabelle, with my own hands, puts chains on my soul.
Click.
I think I heard something like that.
Mirabelle’s expression melts as she succeeds in putting on the shackles with all her heart and soul. Her body trembles in thrill, and a long sigh of “hhh… .” escapes from her mouth.
“This is it… .”
The feeling that one’s soul is bound, that everything about oneself has become the master’s property.
This pressure.
This sense of stability.
As expected, it feels the best.
I haven’t been able to sleep properly since I broke up with Karami, but I think I’ll be able to sleep well today.
‘Since we’re together for a while, I should dream about playing with my master.’
Hug me hard.
And eat fried slime too.
Mirabelle, who had cast a simple spell on herself, hugged her wand tightly and closed her eyes.
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