In the Red Tower of Magic, Lovellian was trying to understand the situation he was in, wondering how he should react to it, and struggling to decide how in the world he was meant to deal with this in the future.

This problem had already caused him to sigh more than once. But if someone asked him whether he was angry… Lovellian felt like this really wasn’t a problem he could be angry about. Though, if that was the case, then was he supposed to be annoyed? It should still be okay to feel annoyed when being faced with such a difficult problem.

“...For now…,” Lovellian hesitated.

Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to get annoyed. With a distressed expression, Lovellian looked at the person in the seat across from him.

Eugene Lionheart.

The very first disciple that the Red Tower Master, Lovellian, had ever taken. At the same time, he was also the adopted child of Lovellian’s longtime friend, Gilead Lionheart. Being the son of a friend wasn’t enough reason for Lovellian to ever treat Eugene with unconditional favoritism. The reason why Lovellian had made Eugene his disciple, aside from being the son of his friend, was that Lovellian was fascinated with Eugene’s talent.

This was why Lovellian was finding it so hard to get angry at Eugene.

“...Please explain to me just how in the world things got like this,” Lovellian pleaded as he looked down at the staff that had been placed on the table between them.

This was Akasha… the Wise Sienna’s personal staff.

Lovellian considered himself to be a grand-disciple who had inherited the legacy of the Wise Sienna, and held pride in this fact. It was a pride that had been instilled in him from a young age. Lovellian’s master’s master was Sienna’s disciple. So ever since Lovellian had first started learning magic, he had been told every day by his master to treat his master’s master’s master, the Wise Sienna, as his grandmaster and pay his respects to her.

‘...This is a strange feeling…,’ Lovellian thought to himself as he looked down at Sienna’s staff.

Not only Lovellian himself, but even his master and his master’s master had been unable to become the wielder of this staff.

‘...To think that my disciple… would truly be able to receive Akasha’s recognition,’ Lovellian marveled.

When he thought of it like that, Lovellian just couldn’t bring himself to get angry or annoyed at Eugene. He didn’t even feel any jealousy. He just felt like Eugene was a truly unique individual and held pride in the fact that such a person was his ...