He will have no choice but to face his opponent with a straight posture. He has lived as a knight for too long.
I adjusted the fit of his coat and said,
“At least one person should be up high.”
“…”
“So they can catch you when you fall.”
“…I see.”
His sinking eyes seemed to be flipping through the pages of the past. I silently adjusted the tassels without disturbing him.
That’s when it happened.
“Eek, Master of the Magic Tower! Is the Master of the Magic Tower here?”
“Divine power in the Master of the Magic Tower’s room… Ah, Your Holiness the Bible of Truth?!”
[‘The Scales that Judge Souls’ is indignant that the atmosphere was good until the interrupters appeared.]
It seems the mages of the Arcane Council sensed my divine power and rushed over in a frenzy.
“In-incredible. Have you awakened to the 9th rank?”
“Yes.…
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