“Hmm… can a paper calendar malfunction too?”

I was surprised when I checked the calendar this morning.

How had it already been over a month since I was appointed as a mage of the Gray Tower?

None of the things I had eagerly planned on my "Things to Do as a Tower Mage★♥" list had come to fruition.

Like testing how the public’s attitude changes depending on whether or not I wear the tower robe.

Or dramatically draping the robe over myself in a confrontation, as if it were some kind of badge of authority.

Exciting, meaningful tasks like that.@@novelbin@@

‘Why is there so much to do?’

Contrary to my expectations, the days since becoming an honorary mage had been nothing but busy.

Not that it was the tower’s fault.

From the countless handshakes I exchanged with the Blue and Green Towers and the church before they left the tower, to various other factors, the Gray Tower mages had been overly kind and welcoming toward me.

“Are there any rules or principles I should know and abide by as an honorary mage of the Gray Tower?”

“Rules? Of course!”

“Ah, another set of things to memorize, huh? What are they?”

“Just remember this: we’re proud of you!”

“…What?”

“And act as if our tower is your reflection!”

“…You said that backward.”

“Oh, did I? My apologies for overstepping! You’re a reflection of our tower, not the other way around!”

“No, no. You said it right the first time.”

“Oh, then that’s correct.”

“…Okay.”

The general stance of the Gray Tower mages toward me was this: Lisir, do whatever you want.

While I appreciated their kindness and found it, frankly, amazing, indulging too much in their praise was bound to backfire.

I couldn’t forget that their evaluation of me was severely inflated.

The Gray Tower treated me as though I were the greatest prodigy in history, one who could even mock the gods.

In reality?

Magically, I was a rookie who barely understood the basics, and socially, I was a newbie who had just shed the label of "bastard child" and acquired a new title.

If I let their praise go to my head and acted recklessly, I’d be exposed for what I truly was in no time.

So, after my appointment, I spent my time learning the fundamentals expected of an honorary tower mage.

This included the history of the Gray Tower, its external standing, and the appropriate behavior and precautions needed in related contexts.

Whenever I had time, I also joined Sir Meltas to solidify my understanding of the basics of magic.

Thanks to my physical experience, absorbing theoretical knowledge and filling in the gaps wasn’t as hard as I had feared.

This morning, I was once again receiving a lesson from Sir Meltas.

“Sir Meltas, thank you again for making time for me.”

“Do you know what the other masters are saying about this arrangement?”

“Ugh. I feel guilty already, whatever it is.”

“They’re accusing me of monopolizing you. They nearly held a trial over it.”

“Great.”

“In short, you don’t need to thank me. There’s a whole carriage full of people vying to ‘claim’ you, and I’m just glad I had the chance.”

“You truly embody the spirit of a scholar, Sir Meltas. You remind me of my old mentor.”

“Ahem. I’d prefer if you didn’t bring up your mentor around me.”

“Don’t act like a jealous childhood friend—it’s exhausting.”

“Hmph, rude. But I am curious. If your mentor were teaching you now, how do you think they’d approach this material?”

“They’d probably have me sparring with Senior Mum-mum instead.”

“…I can’t even begin to imagine that class.”

1. The situation must not have political implications.

2. The situation must not involve aggressive intent.

3. The situation must require magical assistance.

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