Lisir didn’t know much about the Gray Tower.

He had no idea what kind of spirits resided there or what kind of mages it housed.

“Could they be talking about me?”

Even so, he could vaguely sense it.

The owner of the mysterious spirit.

The youngest to reach the fifth rank.

Enna and Rassiel’s talk of “Kim” and “Choi” clearly referred to none other than himself.

“There’s no one else in this tower as remarkable as me, Lisir, destined to become the greatest bastard in history.”

But it wasn’t out of arrogance.

There’s context to consider. There’s always a flow to things.

“Don’t try to tempt those two.”

Lisir recalled Meltas’ cryptic warning before the investigation began. At the time, he had assumed it was a nod to his irresistible charm, a sign of respect. But now it seemed the advice was more about avoiding a “Why are you like this?” moment in situations like this one.@@novelbin@@

So Lisir kept quiet.

Even without Meltas’ warning, his reaction wouldn’t have been much different.

“I’m the one you’ve been desperately searching for! Yes, me, the one you were just ignoring! I’m that Kim and Choi you’ve been gossiping about! So, what now?”

Lisir wasn’t bold enough to enjoy creating such dramatic situations.

Especially when the people involved held power and status far beyond his own.

Above all, those two people made him uneasy.

Enna, Master of the Blue Tower, exuded a frosty aura as if advertising, “I’m steeped in ice magic.”

Rassiel, Master of the Green Tower, radiated elven elegance as if declaring, “I’m an elf.”

There’s no need for an investigation—just having a conversation with them felt like being interrogated.

Of course, from an objective standpoint, this was a rare opportunity.

The attention of Mage Tower Masters was something to be cherished unless you were their peer. If any other student from the Gray Tower were in Lisir’s position, they’d probably leap at the chance, saying, “I’ll dedicate my life to the Gray Tower, but let’s talk first.”

And yet, Lisir decided to reject their attention.

His past experiences had shown him how conservative and exclusive the mages of the towers could be.

Even the fact that he had reached the fourth rank wasn’t fully believed in his current state. If he openly revealed his accomplishments, it was obvious it would turn into another “Gerhen situation.”

“What’s your family’s lineage again?

Which school of magic do you belong to?

Who’s your master?

And you expect us to believe you’re that talented?”

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