Penelope blurted out her remark without realizing it, and Caserin and Lube, the junior mages under Ahwin’s tutelage, nodded emphatically as if fully agreeing with her. It was astonishing how skillfully Ahwin could frame his actions to sound so impressive.

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“From the start, the only thing the Elders wanted when they put me in this position was for me not to cause trouble.”

“Really?”

That was news to Penelope. She had never heard of such a deal being part of Ahwin’s appointment as Tower Master. It was unexpectedly intriguing.

Shrugging, Ahwin continued, “Look at things now. Just by sitting in this seat, the Holy Church can’t utter a single word against me. It’s been ages since they interfered with the Tower’s sale of potions. They know if I move, things will get incredibly messy for them.”

“Wow…”

Penelope finally began to grasp the gravity of Ahwin’s role.

So, simply by holding his position, Ahwin was able to keep various factions in check and maintain the continent’s balance of power.

‘Breathing counts as work for him. Amazing.’

Penelope almost felt tears of envy welling up in her eyes.

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