“As all of you have probably guessed… I once operated a Magic Tower.”
The Archmage began speaking with a somewhat troubled yet composed expression.
However, what she said assumed knowledge about mages, so several people developed uncertain looks.
“Uh… you did, sir?”
“You were a Tower Master?”
“Do you two not know that a mage generally has to reach the position of head of a Magic Tower before receiving an epithet? There can be people who step down from being Tower Master after receiving one, but there are no mages who receive an epithet without ever having served as Tower Master.”
Fortunately, Meister filled the gaps in Deathbringer’s and Berserk’s understanding.
It was an explanation delivered in the form of scolding, yet an explanation nonetheless, and several heads bobbed up and down.
“I see…….”
“But why is that relevant……?”
Perhaps the brief interruption caused by their lack of knowledge had drawn an awkward smile from the Archmage.
At the Inquisitor’s question, however, she fixed her expression once more.
Her eyes, the bitter color of badly brewed tea, lowered toward the floor.
“I did not operate that Magic Tower alone. Embarrassing as it is to admit, there were very few people who wished to learn from me.”
“Ehh? From you, Lady Mage? Why?”
“The Archmage is such an extraordinary person. That can’t possibly……”
“Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but the…