Most wizards’ biological clocks were broken, with the days and nights reversed. As such, most Towers of Magic, including the Red Tower of Magic, didn’t impose any curfews. Of course, there was a strict security system for entering the tower, but Eugene, as a disciple of the Tower Master, wasn’t impeded by this security system.

“What are you doing here?” asked the Red Tower Master, Lovellian Sophis.

While he was happy to reunite with his disciple after such a long time, Lovellian was still taken aback by the sight of Melkith standing beside Eugene without any apparent compunctions. Blatantly furrowing his brow, Lovellian scanned Melkith from head to toe.

“Did you drink too much during the night? But no matter how much you drank, you must have confused the Red Tower of Magic with the White Tower of Magic…. I’ll immediately contact the White Tower of Magic and summon a wizard to take you home,” Lovellian offered.

“Red Tower Master, why are you acting like that when it’s just us?” Melkith said with a pout. “No way. Are you joking with me right now? Sorry, since it’s so rare to see you joking around, it seems that I’m having trouble understanding—”

Lovellian quickly clarified, “I’m telling you to go back home.”

“Oh, come on… not again. There’s no need for such harsh words between friends, hm?” Melkith said in a cutesy tone as she shot Lovellian a playful wink.

At this wink, Lovellian staggered a few steps backward with a disgusted look on his face.

Still, the fact that he didn’t deny the words ‘between friends’ was proof that Lovellian was also one of the few wizards with unusual personalities.

After clearing the disgust from his expression, he turned to Kristina and introduced himself with a welcoming smile, “Ah… I’m sorry for the late greeting. My name is Lovellian Sophis, the current Master of the Red Tower of Magic.”

Then Kristina also replied to his greeting with a faint smile and a slight bow of her head, “My name is Kristina Rogeris.”

Lovellian politely inquired, “How would you like me to address you? As far as I’m aware, you still hold the position of Auxiliary Bishop of the Alcarte Parish. So shall I call you by your title as the Auxiliary Bishop? Or else, would you prefer for me to call you the Saint Candidate?”

“It should be announced soon, but I have already stepped down from my position as the Auxiliary Bishop of Alcarte,” Kristina informed him. “Also, the title of Saint Candidate sounds a bit overly polite for casual conversation.”

“In that case, would it be alright with you if I called you Lady Kristina?”

“It would be my honor for the Red Tower Master of Aroth to address me by my name, and I would be very thankful for it.”

Melkith, who had been quietly...