The Book Eating Magician - chapter-336
“…Umm.” A man opened his eyes in an antique bed.
This man, who had black hair and blue eyes, slowly raised his impressive
body and laughed when he didn’t see anyone beside him. Had it already
been a few years since that dream occurred? It was a memory he didn’t
want to forget even after a hundred years, but he felt ashamed when
thinking of the dream.
“I’m not a teenager still going through puberty.”
Theodore arranged the messy and crumpled bed sheet, and then unlocked the
Kkiiik. A blinding light filled the dark room without any delay.
The only device that used magic in his bedroom was the shade to block out
light. As the sun rose halfway on the eastern horizon, the outline of
Mana-vil filled Theodore’s view.
The buildings were much taller than they had been a few years ago, and
the magic lights that had yet to be turned off lingered on the streets.
The red magic lamp which reported emergencies in Meltor was turned off
today, and the day started as always.
‘I will be able to have a peaceful day today.’
After the great battle at Elvenheim, the struggles centering on Theodore
subsided for a while.
The civil uprising in Andras and the chaos in the central part of the
continent after Lairon disappeared had bothered him for a while, but it
wasn’t a big deal. In comparison to the 9th circle warlock who had
tried to put the world tree in Nídhöggur’s hands, the disputes
between nations seemed cute.
Theodore thought about the past for a while before turning around.
[Yes, Master,] the ring on his right hand, Ars Goetia, responded to the
call in a gentle voice.
“Can you tell me the schedule for today?”
[At 8 a.m., there is a meeting in the main conference room of the royal
palace. Robert Alpenheimer will visit the military academy for the
purpose of establishing a strategy class at 2 p.m., and at 7 p.m. you
have a dinner booked with Veronica.]
“I didn’t think the meeting was so soon. I have to hurry.”
After listening to Goetia who acted as his assistant, Theodore looked at
the clock on the wall and started moving.
This was the time when the sun started to rise, but a magician couldn’t
waste even one minute. It was quite common for a person with this sort of
schedule to become a night owl. However, a person with physical strength
like Theodore would have their drowsiness flee with the dawn.
He opened the closest that was several times larger than before. It
contained different clothing depending on the purpose. There were a range
of clothes for a national meeting, a public ceremony, and a conquest.
‘…They wouldn’t say much even if I dressed as I pleased.’
That’s what Blundell had said. There was no one who could stop or
control the actions of an 8th circle magician. Just look at Veronica,
rules were clearly unnecessary for her. She used to wear party dresses
for meetings in the royal palace. However, Theodore was worried about the
blood pressure of those present and pulled out the appropriate clothing.
The clothing might not be made by a magician, but the fit was better than
‘Veronica doesn’t like wearing it, but I think the design is okay.’
It was black fabric with gold decorations, making it obvious to anyone
that he was a person with a high status. Theodore groomed the rumpled
robe with magic and greeted someone out of habit, “Sir Spencer, are you
there?” There was silence for a few seconds before an answer came from
his right arm, […I’m not gone yet. This old man is lasting longer
than I thought.]
“Haha, please don’t think like that. You have great strength.”
[Eh, this old man is useless now.]
Theodore grinned at the grumbles of the legendary hero, Reynolds Spencer.
After eating Soul Calibre, the hero’s soul had stayed in Theodore’s
right arm and given away all his strength over five years. As such,
Theodore confirmed his presence every morning because Spencer could
disappear tomorrow or in a few months.
Reynolds said this wasn’t necessary.
[I have no regrets because I have found a reliable successor. Don’t
grieve or mourn for me. There is no need to say goodbye to a soul who
died a long time ago.]
“Then is it okay to say thank you?”
[Hmm, you are also very stubborn.]
He could tell that Reynolds was smiling wryly. Theodore smiled and
released the security magic. The security magic had no meaning for him
since he woke up whenever anything approached, but it was a formal
security device that he turned on habitually. Then his senses caught a
servant outside the door who politely bowed to him and greeted, “I beg
your pardon, Chief Tower Master.”
Theodore nodded at the title that he still wasn’t accustomed to.
Meanwhile, the servant spoke cautiously, “His Majesty has invited Chief
Tower Master to have breakfast with him. If you want, I will guide you to
the dining room.”
“Please do so.”
“Yes! Thank you very much.”
The servant turned with stiff motions, and Theodore followed with a
bitter smile. When Theodore was a child, he had wanted wealth and honor.
Now all of that seemed in vain. He had magic that could break down
mountains and change the climate. Why should he cling to money and status?
Theodore Miller, the peak of the tower masters, moved with troubles that
no one could understand.
* * *
The Chief Tower Master was the peak of all the magic towers. It was the
first time in Meltor’s history that the title was used, and Theodore
only took the role relatively recently.
Two years ago, the position of head of the central tower became unclear
when Benedict retired after the war with Andras. He was an outsider, a
free magician who didn’t belong to any of the other magic towers.
Thanks to this, Benedict had been able to coordinate the balance between
towers from an objective standpoint and assume the role of chairman of
the Magic Society.
The problem was that after he retired, there was no one left to fill the
vacancy. The elder magicians who had participated in past wars were
developing their own magic research and experienced intense fatigue.
Nobody wanted to bother them. Above all, the qualification to become a
tower master was that they had to be a magician of the 7th circle or
higher. With the death of Blue Tower Master Blundell, there was only one
person who could become master of the central tower.
‘It is me.’ Theodore sighed as he thought back on the situation.
‘Hah, Benedict would’ve worried a bit more about retiring if I
Theodore Miller, the youngest magician to reach the 8th circle, was a
heroic person who didn’t lack any requirements to be the master of a
magic tower. Additionally, Red Tower Master Veronica was still alive. So,
there was no fear that the red tower would collapse if Theodore was
absent. Only a few people knew it, but Veronica was in a subordinate
position to him.
From the beginning to the end, it was a position for Theodore.
In any case, the process of his appointment was quick. Veronica naturally
agreed and didn’t hesitate to vote for him along with the white tower
master and yellow tower master. The blue tower master seat was absent and
the vote was treated as an abstention, but the majority was still
This was the first appearance of the Chief Tower Master position. It was
proof that Theodore was the greatest magician of this time. However, his
workload had increased. He looked down at the raucous meeting hall and
“So! We need to do an armed protest in Austen! They don’t remember
the grace we gave them and are trying to double the price of special
Despite being five years older now, Roberts was still fired up as he
criticized Austen’s policy.
After the drought that had been caused by Desertio disappeared, the small
desert kingdom gradually began to develop. It was due to Theodore’s
previous favor, but the momentum of a country where religion and power
were united was surprising.
Now that they were no longer beggars, they acted in a shameless manner.
“No, an armed protest is too much! Won’t it feel like we are taking
on the brutal policies of the empire? No matter how shameless Austen is
acting, it isn’t right to pull out our weapons!”
They yelled at each other in every meeting. Today was no different as
Robert’s eyes widened with Jerome’s words.
“Then what? If you say to soothe them gently again, I will snap!”
“Uhuh! The point of this meeting is to find a way!”
Both of them made sense. Meltor had won the war in the north and acquired
many territories and a lot of resources. As such, they had now developed
far beyond what they had been five years ago. However, resources hadn’t
been all they lost in the war. Meltor’s population and troops were
currently spread out all over the expanded kingdom for relief work, and
the atmosphere of the kingdom had barely stabilized. Going to war or an
armed protest could disturb it.
At that moment, a magician in a blue robe raised their hand. “I will
Simultaneously, both Jerome and Robert stopped speaking. It was because
the status of the blue-robed magician was much higher than theirs. King
Kurt’s gaze shifted. The host of the meeting, Kurt III, opened his
mouth and said, “Speak, Blue Tower Master.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
That’s right. The woman had changed greatly over the past five years
and was now recognized as a tower master. Her silver hair was like
overflowing moonlight, and she had blue eyes which were like a calm lake.
A beautiful woman with wisdom and strength rose from her seat, holding
the staff that represented the previous tower master.
It was her, Sylvia Adruncus. After Blundell’s death, she had devoted
herself to magic for three years without taking care of her body.
Theodore had visited her many times, but all he had been able to do was
serve tea. Her eyes had been too intense for him to persuade her
otherwise. Veronica said they could talk once Sylvia reached her limit.
However, Sylvia was a genius among geniuses. A few years of training
passed, and she reached her limit. Then she broke through the wall with
her talent and effort. No one could dismiss Sylvia, who reached the 7th
circle at a similar age to Theodore and who held the staff that was the
remnant of Blundell Adruncus.
Some saw this as a sign of Meltor’s unending glory, while others were
captivated by her beauty.
‘A new… era.’
The vacancies of those who left were filled, and the wheels of history
turned. Theodore’s gaze deepened for a moment before returning to its
Sylvia wasn’t the only one who faced a wall. A tall wall, the 9th
circle, blocked Theodore.