Chapter 120
Matap.
For the past few weeks, Matap has been going all out, looking for just one person.
An agenda that has made it all the way to the Breguemins (the highest council). The search for an archmage apprentice (planned)!
The mages who were being torn apart from below for not being ‘good enough’ didn’t know why, but all the mages who had enemies in the Sky Tower were eager.
“We put up advertisements.”
“We’ve even made music boxes.”
“What do we lack?”
Just come!
Wealth, fame, honor, whatever else you want, we’ll give it to you!
Everything that Matap has accumulated!
Matap’s determination to rob the treasury was a huge windfall for the newspapers, who unexpectedly found themselves with a plethora of expensive advertisements, and it spawned countless wannabe wizards who wanted to become lightning-rich, but it didn’t fulfill its purpose.
“Why…”
“Why doesn’t it show up…”
“What’s missing…”
“Our sincerity…?”
The star wizards, who had nothing but research materials and research funds, were distressed.
This anger, this grief, this sadness, this anguish that they had seen the light of escape from the mage’s bondage and from the celestial form, only to have it stolen from them after they had barely tasted the nectar, was unbearable.
At this point, it was time for the star wizards to use their brains and realize.
“No way…”
“Surely… doesn’t want to be a wizard?”
They grew serious.
“No. Doesn’t this mean we need to be more proactive?”
“We can’t just be passive, waiting for it to come to us!”
“Yes! We’ll find it!”
Finally, the blinded wizards came up with a plan.
“Let’s call back all the kids who participated in that event and check it out.”
“…!!”
They were truly a group of geniuses.
Wizards must be a bunch of smart humans.
What a genius idea!
“But did you write it down?”
“No?”
“If not, how can you track them?”
“Well, when you go through the last door, you’re basically casting an elimination spell. I don’t know if it’s been long, but it hasn’t been that long yet, so maybe we can track the magic residue?”
“Oh!”
The tasks were quickly distributed.
“Then I’ll do the magic circle backwards.”
“I’ll calculate the amount of magic power.”
The mages sent out Lucky Letters en masse to those they had tracked.
Many of those who participated, young and old alike, returned to the tower for the chance to become the archmage’s apprentice.
And some who didn’t return were visited by star mages in groups of two!
“All I have to do is follow the trajectory of the lucky letter. It’s easy.”
Muti, who had been chosen by the [Dark Burning Star] to become a Fire Elemental Mage of the Elemental School, was surprised to see the mansion she had arrived at after following the trail.
“Halbern?”
A few days ago, another mage had told her that she had been tracked to the Imperial Palace and was unable to enter due to Imperial connections (he was later granted permission), but she was Halbern.
Muti’s partner, Raki, shook his head.
“Aren’t we getting kicked out?”
“But we’re star wizards, how could we be?”
Despite their concerns, Halbern had accepted the Matriarch’s visit.
However.
“Lady, I thought you were out.”
The lady of the house, who must have participated in the Matap event, happened to be away.
“Oh well.”
“Oh well, you’ll have to come back later.”
The wizards left and made their way back home, disappointed.
“But will this plan really work? I wonder if we were hallucinating as a group or something…”
Suddenly feeling skeptical, Raki voiced his feelings. He should have heard an answer, a bruise or something, but there was nothing.
“Muti?”
When he turned his head.
Rakhi’s vision darkened.
***
Sperom, the Reject of the Empire.
Sperom’s ability, the Golden Eye, was unique among the Imperial Family and the Five Dukes.
In addition to the prominent feature of being visible, the basic concept of the ability, ‘eyes that see value’, was the same, but the ‘what value’, ‘what kind of value’, and ‘how to show it’ were all different for each person.
This is why the Sperom family has the largest number of blood relatives among the five dukes, and is the only family without a history of bone-eating.
How is that possible, you ask?
It’s said that the family tradition was created by working together to complement each other’s abilities, since each of them could see each other’s figures clearly and each had a slightly different form of ability.
‘So, the Sperom family is playing a construction management simulation game with their powers.’
It was strange to see a duke running a style family business in a fantasy world, but even more strange was…
“A business exhibition?”
The twins, who had suddenly arrived in the morning, were being led to a mansion belonging to the Sperom family.
It wasn’t the main house, but an outbuilding that was used as a hotel, which she assumed it was.
And there was a business exhibition being held here today.
“Uh huh. People from all over the country who want to start a business or expand their business gather to display their business items.”
“The whole family gathers to look at them, score them, and decide whether to invest or not.”
“There are also vendors from other businesses.”
“It’s a lot of fun!”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she can see that.
She could understand that.
But why is she here?
“We’re going to do business.”
“Arellin needs help.”
He is underage.
“Sperom has his own business since he was a kid.”
“A Sperom who doesn’t have his own business isn’t a Sperom.”
She sees.
She bragged to the twins that the dragon byproducts they had taken from her had fetched a high price at auction, so they were well capitalized.
She looks at the twins with trepidation, two people who really don’t belong here.
Pession and Aaron were watching us.
Especially Pession, who looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“The twins.”
“Huh?”
“Why, Your Highness?”
Pession glared at the twins with a serious expression.
“How are you two having a conversation when Arel hasn’t said a word?”
Ciel and Noel looked at each other.
“She is.”
“Arell is…”
“I can see it in your face.”
Ciel smirked.
“Your Highness, are you jealous?”
“Hmph, do we look closer?”
The clinging twins and Pession making faces. Sandwiched between them, he sighed heavily.
“Twins. I’m going to help you, so stop teasing Sion.”
“I wasn’t teasing him.”
“I’m serious.”
She glanced at the twins, who immediately raised their hands in surrender.
Aaron remained silent.
“Sion, well, yeah. I get it, but… why did you bring Aaron with you?”
Noel blinked.
“I thought Arel might get bored, so I brought her.”
“…?”
Aaron fluttered his lashes.
She looked resentful.
“Just be honest and tell me you held him hostage so I wouldn’t abandon you, demons.”
“Busted.”
The twins chuckled.
Noel held something out to her with a twinkle in his eye.
“What, it’s a sticker.”
“Put it on.”
The twins’ pouting reminded her of someone immature somewhere, and she let out an automatic reflex sigh.
This fad, isn’t it over yet?
“I want the big heart one.”
“Me too!”
The twins point to the shape.
A white hand came out of nowhere and snatched the sticker away, and Pession shoved another one into her hand.
“You twins put this one on.”
What?
You came prepared, too.
“Uhh!”
“Your Majesty, no!”
The twins protested, but it didn’t work. She casually picked out a bunch of star-shaped stickers and stuck two or three on each of their cheeks.
“Hehe.”
“Hehe.”
The twins smiled.
They seem to like it.
Aaron, who had quietly approached her at that moment, also got a star sticker under her tear dot.
“You want too?”
“I’m a heart.”
“?”
Didn’t he just take that from the twins?
She looked at the shameless heart sticker and couldn’t help but laugh.
Yeah, she can do that.
She put a heart sticker on Pession’s cheek, and she took one off and put it on hers.
Pession smiled, looking very proud of himself.
“Now let’s go inside.”
