章節 21: Chapter 21 - Magician

The USA was one of the most advanced countries around the world.

It's not that there aren't any developing countries, but they aren't places with high standards and therefore not highly regarded.

The name of the Magic Tower located in New York was the Gray Magic Tower, and the Magic Tower Master was a magician from the 7th Circle.

Leo didn't know exactly why Magic Towers in the US were called Gray Magic Towers, but the most likely hypothesis is that they are built according to the Magic Tower Master's state of magical inclination rather than according to the characteristics of the country.

Of course, the appearance of the Magic Tower was somewhat different from gray.

It seemed true that they had a lot of money, as they were much more sophisticated and larger than landmarks built by large corporations.

Since it was an association of magicians who were irreplaceable human resources, Leo had heard that they raked in money for business they did, but Leo didn't expect it to be this much.

In order to become a member of this Magic Tower, more than just an employee, Leo had to meet at least one of the following conditions.

One, Leo had to be a magician.

Two, Leo had to be recognized for his talent by a magician recognized by the Magic Tower.

One, Leo had to pass the Magic Tower Master's test.

There were three conditions, and Leo was going to meet the very first condition and become a member of the Magic Tower.

Dingdong: "Customer 213."

"Yes."

The first floor lobby of this place, which consists of 110 floors above ground and 10 floors underground, is always crowded.

Hunters who come here to recruit magicians as party members, executives from small and medium-sized businesses who come here to seek help in developing new products, and various other people who come here to ask for help and request opinions from various sources.

"Thank you for visiting our magic tower. What brings you here today?"

A beautiful woman with the name Lea asked me.

Although Leo was an ordinary woman who graduated from the Department of Business Administration University last year and got a job at this very magic tower, which is considered a dream job by many job seekers. Her job was basically handling complaints.

Normally, it is a job that many office workers avoid, but handling complaints in a Magic Tower is different.

"Oh, right. I'm here to register as a mage. Do you have an application form or something?"

The female employee doubted her ears. What was this person talking about? Registering as a mage? Enrolling in the Tower?

'At face value, he looks like he's in his early 20s… Is he sick?'

It's not like there aren't any people who want to enroll as mages. Some third-generation nepo babies take private lessons and are lucky enough to become wizards.

However, those people wouldn't register at a regular counter like this. Most of them would have their computerized upstairs or have a separate meeting with the Tower Masters before registering.

"Excuse me, customer? I know you're young, but you shouldn't be messing around in the Tower. Last time, I lost my temper and got into a rage, so a lawsuit was filed against the customer..."

The moment she tried to persuade him as nicely as possible, thinking of her younger brother, she saw flames rising from Leo's palm.

When she saw that, her mouth closed on its own.

"…I'll bring in the person in charge."

***

"Haa…" Ava, one of the professors at the Ash-gray Magic Tower, had been struggling with her research that had not made much progress recently. She could no longer recall the flashes of inspiration or confidence in her research that she had before.

It was a symptom called mannerism. It was a common occurrence for those engaged in the arts to lose interest, originality, and freshness from meaningless repetition or perfection of work, but it was also common for magicians who had to possess both mathematical knowledge and artistic talent.

The method for overcoming mannerism was simple: Get out of the boring routine and receive new stimulation. However, it was not easy while she was stuck at the Magic Tower.

The Magic Tower was clearly a utopia for magicians. Apprentice magicians could attend lectures from excellent magician professors, and the professors could freely conduct research with the support of the Magic Tower. That was the problem.

Daily life at the Magic Tower was a continuation of days that were not much different. Preparing for lectures, giving lectures, and researching.

Except for other minor things, she didn't deviate from those three major cycles. Of course, it was fun to see students with outstanding talent. Even her own granddaughter was already a genius who had reached the third circle.

However, her mannerisms still showed no signs of being resolved. Why was that? Was she hoping for more stimulation? Was she secretly hoping to see something a little more shocking?

Even though her worries, which repeated like a twirl, continued for several days, she didn't get a proper answer.

"Hew… Should I go get some fresh air…?"

Ava left the studio, holding the heavy sigh that held stout avian pain.

When something didn't work out, she went for a walk. Even if it wasn't a direct solution, the cold air cooled her complicated head.

However, even this kind of habit couldn't ease her heavy heart or complicated head.

Her worries weren't light. She just walked down the quiet hallway with heavy steps.

Unable to decide whether to go to the rooftop or downstairs.

"Is it because it's vacation? There's no one here."

Even the tower has vacations. During summer and winter vacations, all the students leave the tower and return to their hometowns or travel to find new stimulation.

Of course, the tower wasn't completely empty just because there were no students.

There would still be various magicians, including professors, assistant professors, associate professors, and teaching assistants.

However, the hallways were still quiet. Was it because the magicians were like corner fairies?

Those who even thought mealtimes were a waste and just slept in their workshops wouldn't be wandering around at this hour.

This silence might help with contemplation, but it didn't help Ava right now. It would have been better if it had been filled with noisy students.

Was it because her worries were getting longer? It seemed like it was becoming difficult to stop himself from getting caught up in negative thoughts on his own.

"Come on, come on. This won't do. Let's go shopping for a bit…"

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Just as Ava was turning toward the elevator to head downstairs.

"I just got a call from the lobby. Some guy who isn't even the third generation of a conglomerate came to register as a wizard."

"…Isn't he a scammer?"

"Hey, there's no place to scam, so why would he be scamming at the Magic Tower?"

"Well… he's not the third generation of some rich business man? Did someone personally teach him magic? It makes no sense."

"I don't know. Anyway, I'm going to take a look. Do you want to come with me?"

"Of course…"

The man turned around in surprise at the palm that wrapped around his shoulder.

"Can you tell me more about him?"

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