“I am not going to take you as my disciple right away,” Lovellian stated firmly.

Eward tried to suppress the butterflies in his stomach as he turned to look at Lovellian. His sparkling eyes were full of longing and anticipation for his future in Aroth. However, Lovellian wasn’t in a position where he could unconditionally grant this young man his desires.

“The Red Tower of Magic, of which I am the master, specializes in summoning magic among all the various types of magic. As such, you must first go to Aroth and take the systematic aptitude test to see if you fit our specialty.”

“But what if… I do have an aptitude for summoning magic?” Eward asked hopefully.

“If that’s the case, then it’s a joyous discovery, but aptitude alone won’t qualify you to be my disciple.”

With this, Lovellian clearly drew the line at what he was willing to do. Eward looked disappointed for a moment, but he quickly changed his expression, keenly aware of Gilead and Tanis who were sitting next to Lovellian.

Eward was about to leave this suffocating household. That alone would be enough to make this a moment to celebrate. Even if he couldn’t become Lovellian’s disciple right away, the fact...