The King asked with a cold look.
"What is the proof that my Queen is a wizard?"
Boris, whose spine-chilling gaze stung, took out the broken revolver from his bosom.
"It's a magical tool that was left at the scene earlier. It's an item that was already sold, but it was originally part of the Magic Tower, so we recovered it. Anyway, it's clear! The faint traces of magical power that the Queen feels just now match the traces left on the broken revolver. The Queen definitely used this magical tool with magical power!"
"How can you believe that? Aren't you the only one who knows that?"
Although he tried hard to explain, the King only looked fierce. Embarrassed, Boris naively tried to explain with all his passion and sincerity.
"That's true. However, any wizard who investigates this situation wilI agree with me. Besides, this is something the Queen bought at the magic tool shop a while ago! I have a list of items for sale, so I can prove it!"
"So, right now, you are the only one who knows."
"That, that's right. No, Your Majesty! Are you doubting what I, a member of the Magic Tower, say? You have not forgotten the partnership between the Magic Tower and Semele, have you!"
Boris narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the thought that occurred to him.
Wait, why do you not seem happy that I found a new wizard? Could it be that the King of Semele has forgotten the terms of the contract?
Boris, the wizard who had spent his entire life studying in the magic tower, opened his mouth with his lips trembling in ominousness.
"Your Majesty, the Lord of the Tower has clearly received your seal on the search and summons cooperation document. Didn't Your Majesty personally readily permit the summoning of any wizards found, regardless of their status?"
"That's right."
The King blinked his blue eyes and answered obediently.
"Whoa. I too... Ahem. Since Your Majesty personally promised to summon me, you must keep my promise."
"Yes. You can take it."
Phew, I almost went empty-handed and became a slave in the magic stone mining mine. Only then did Boris breathe a sigh of relief.
"But."
And then he was left speechless by what he said.
"It can't be my Queen."
"Yes?"
Boris jumped up from his seat in disbelief. What the heck is this, when I do it, it's romance, but when someone else does it, it's an affair!
"Are you now, King Semele, betraying your contract with Magic Tower?!"
"I said I would hand over the wizard, I never said I would hand over my Queen."
The King spoke with cold and arrogant eyes. Boris trembled and made a solemn decision.
"That can't be! You gave me permission to bring anyone, be they a commoner or noble, young or old, as long as they are a magician, to the Magic Tower! I will report this to the Magic Tower Lord immediately!"
Boris, a worldly novice burning with a sense of justice, cried out.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the King stretched out his arm and pulled the bell rope. Immediately, the jingling sound of the bell filled the room.
"What?"
Boris, who had been excitedly babbling a rambling declaration of war, hesitated. At that moment, the door burst open and the knights poured in.
"What the... Huh!"
Boris was instantly tied up with ropes and carried around like a burden by the knights.
He panicked and tried to use magic, but the magic power kept dissipating because he had hung a magic-limiting bead that he had prepared at some point. It was a limited supply of magic towers to each royal castle and was used to defend against intruders, but it was an effective restraint for Boris, a low-level magician.
"I... I... Your Majesty! Please let me go!"
"Take him."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
In an instant, the knights rushed out. Endymion confirmed that the knights carrying Boris had disappeared, and lowered the bed canopy.
"Julia."
There was no answer. As the thin curtain closed. blocking the inside and outside of the bed, Endymion slowly leaned in.
A cold body temperature and pale face touched his fingertips.
"..."
The King's face, which had been stern the whole time, became shadowed. However, Endymion showed no sign of it and gave Julia a short, gentle kiss on the forehead.
Bam.
And then, the Queen's palace fell into a silent silence.
***
"Ugh."
Boris rubbed his buttocks and frowned. The knights had thrown him so cruelly that even the soft, luxurious velvet sofa was starting to ache.
"What the heck is this..."
The ropes that were tied tightly showed no sign of loosening. Boris gave up resisting and leaned back against the sofa.
He let his guard down. Instead of getting excited and telling the King everything he knew he should have tried to persuade him according to the manual.
'No, who knew that someone would reject something like this?'
Boris grumbled as he chewed over his first failure with regret.
There were a few cases where a wizard would stubbornly refuse to be summoned to the Magic Tower. No, it only happened once in a hundred years, and when it did happen, it was even recorded in the history books.
Moreover, the King of Semele readily accepted Magic Tower's request for cooperation. So, he thought the King would naturally grant permission even if the other person was his Queen!
'Now that it's come to this, let's move on to the next plan.'
Since she is the Queen, he guesses he should pay more to take her away. Boris started to rack his brain.
Wizards were a group of people who were separated from their parents and siblings at a young age, and who had no close relationships and devoted themselves solely to the study of magic. Although they had a sense of belonging due to being tied to the surname Arcon, their colleagues were just colleagues...
From childhood until old age, he was confined to the laboratory and continued his research, and from the beginning, Magic Tower was forbidden from sharing personal feelings and forming relationships. It was because it was difficult to control his magical power if he gave his heart to others.
So, the attachment between humans to family or friends was just a theory found in books.
In the same vein, Boris also did not know the relationship of giving and receiving affection, intimacy, and concern, so he was unable to grasp the fundamentals.
The fact that no matter what the price, the King of Semele would not send his 'wife' to the Magic Tower.
'Let's just wait, what should I give you?'
It was a moment when he was thinking about the advantageous offers that the Magic Tower could offer to Semele, starting with magical tools like magic scrolls.
Boris, who was leaning the back of his neck on the sofa to make his head work a little better, frowned.
But why did I only feel that much magical power? The traces of magical power he saw in the garden clearly looked like they were intermediate-level.
Boris, who sensed the magic, was summoned to the royal garden which had become a battlefield.
This is because the magic tool shop on Mysterion Street has placed a tracking spell on all the items they sell. If someone uses magic power with a magic tool, the magician in charge will be able to teleport to that place right away.
The magic tower thus gave strict orders to immediately find and bring in new magicians with magical powers.
'The color of the magic is gold. And the traces were spread out with a certain purpose. If it was a lower level, it would have been a simple explosion, but judging from the directionality of the traces, it seems to have thoroughly followed the caster's will. This is more than enough of a mid-level. Furthermore, if it was a lower level in the first place, summoning a demon would have been impossible, and there would have been no trace left after it disappeared.'
Although it was occasionally interrupted, the golden magic left behind a lot of information, however faint.
Although he was a low-level wizard, Boris had lived in the Magic Tower for quite some time and was dispatched with sufficient capabilities to search for new wizards. So his judgment could not have been wrong, but the Queen he had seen in the bedroom earlier was a little suspicious.
'Even if the side effects are appearing, the presence should be felt. Strangely, the concentration of magical power leaking out was too weak.'
The concentration was too thin to be considered a lieutenant wizard. The evidence points to the Queen being a lieutenant, but the magical power detected was much less. Of course, the wizard couldn't accurately determine the abilities of someone of a higher rank than himself. But even considering that, it was still questionable.
It has 10 abilities, but only 3 are revealed? It's as if it's always consuming magical power as if it's breathing.
'Well, of course, that wouldn't be the case.'
To consume magical power, one must use magic. However, it was impossible for the Queen, who had now awakened as a sorceress, to do so.
To use magic that lasts, you must complete apprentice wizard training and learn various theories and formulas. There has never been a single wizard who has had such abilities without receiving training at the Magic Tower.
'Am I mistaken? Hmm, I might have missed something. I guess I'll have to check it out more closely...'
Bam!
The door opened without warning. Boris, who had been lying sprawled on the sofa, suddenly woke up in surprise. No, he tried to get up but lost his balance and fell over.
"It looks comfortable."
"Your Majesty!"
He saw King Semele walking towards him with his feet to the ground. Boris struggled to get up, but eventually fell over and struggled to sit up.
Boris glared at Endymion with a dull expression and a hint of shame.
"Your Majesty the King of Semele! Release me immediately, for this is an act that tarnishes not only my honor but that of the entire Tower!"
"Seeing you so excited makes me think it was a good idea to tie you up."
Endymion, sitting across from him, looked down at Boris without blinking an eye. Boris smiled, trying hard to hide his bubbling face.
"Ha, ha, ha. Excited? No. When did I get that?"
"I'm glad you calmed down."
Endymion responded as if he was satisfied.
How shameless of a young man to be so green! Boris swallowed his words, grumbling to himself.
It's ridiculous, but this is urgent, so he'll give her what she wants and take her to the magic tower as soon as possible.
Boris, who had changed his course through specific persuasion, cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
"Oh. I think I was too hasty and rude earlier. I apologize, Your Majesty."
"I won't accept it."
Endymion nodded at the polite apology. Still, as a wizard, he was smart and, unlike the old-fashioned nobles, he seemed to know how to change his stance.
As Endymion stared at him with calm eyes, Boris slowly noticed and tried to start a conversation.
"Your Majesty, I know this is sudden. However, we are also in an urgent situation, and we urgently need your cooperation."
Boris, who had chosen a different route than before, spoke earnestly. But Endymion just folded his arms as if it didn't matter.
"So you didn't approve the cooperation document of the Magic Tower?"
It was as if he had done all he could do. Boris was speechless for a moment at that confident attitude, and then he continued speaking urgently.
"It's really, really urgent. Didn't you hear from the Lord of the Magic Tower that the magical power of the continent is fluctuating unstably? The balance of magical power is the foundation for the stability of this world. Semele, the greatest power on the continent, is also responsible along with the Magic Tower..."
"That responsibility belongs to Magic Tower. If they had managed it properly, this wouldn't have happened. Why should Semele take joint responsibility?"
Endymion cut him off coldly. Then Boris bit his lip and clung to him urgently with a look of bewilderment.
"It wasn't the fault of the Magic Tower! The Magic Tower Lord has been doing his duty as the leader as always. However, an unidentified magical force has been detected recently, and it is disturbing the balance of magical power. It seems that an impure force has emerged to rebel against the Magic Tower."
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