At the same time Carat was dreaming happily ever after, the little wizard's letter reached his beloved Demon Tower Master, Isak.
In the top room of the tower, inside the Lord of the Tower's office, Isak sat comfortably, writing down a magic formula when he received a letter from Carat.
'What's going on?'
He read Carat's letter calmly. Carat, a suspicious but capable young wizard, was a child who didn't easily open her heart. However, the child's letter was strangely exciting.
Does the Lord of the Demon Tower have a lover?If not, I'd like to introduce you to my friend Mel!I guarantee you, she's definitely not a suspicious person!-Carat
He was a very wary child, but her letters were full of affection for 'Mel.'
'When she says Mel, does she mean Meldenique Babyloa?'
He narrowed his eyes and put the letter down.
'Suddenly a lover? I can't grasp the flow of this.'
Not long ago, Carat had been burning with devotion to Meldenique. But wasn't it strange that she would suddenly introduce someone like this? On his table was still the beer-flavored candy Meldenique had given him. Meldenique had given Henry a pencil case and pencil, and given him a beer-flavored candy, and she had a rather amusing expression. She seemed to be enjoying her life.
'What is life like without boredom?'
Isak thought of her happy face and smiled involuntarily.
"Oh, I haven't seen you laugh in a long time." Rasmus, the eccentric wizard who was lying on the couch across from him, jumped to his feet and shouted.
Isak tightened his mouth again and tilted his head slightly. "Do you have time to focus on my facial expressions right now?"
Rasmus had a lot of work to do lately. For example, catching thieves hiding in the tower and hatching the dragon hatchling that Isak had picked up.
"That's right, haha… We need to catch those petty thieves who broke into our tower!" Rasmus, feeling exposed, hurriedly changed the topic. "Have you met Princess Meldenique?"
"Yes," Isak replied quietly.
"…You didn't kill her, did you?"
"Of course not."
"Henry was completely overlooked. He grabbed my arm and shook me when I asked him where he could see her."
"I suppose so."
"What on earth is it? Am I the only one who finds this situation strange? Isn't she a real witch?" Despite Rasmus' bewildered words, Isak didn't answer, just rummaging through the pile of papers on the table. It was a simple disregard.
Eventually, Rasmus grew tired of the silence and slumped limply onto the sofa. Isak, who was watching him rub his eyes, opened his mouth with a half-languid expression.
"She wasn't a weird woman."
He was certainly not the type of shoplifter who would hide in the tower and steal things. Isak tapped his pen on the table with a mischievous face.
"I think she's the cutest one."
Suddenly, he remembered her rabbit-like expression as she looked up at him with wide eyes and offered him candy.
Rasmus, who was lying on the couch, jumped to his feet. Then he raised his hand and wiped the saliva from his mouth. "Yes? I think I misheard?"
Seeing his subordinate's disbelieving eyes, Isak skillfully changed the subject. "No, who is that cute person? Let's talk about him more than that petty thief!"
Isak smiled bitterly. "I don't think you're going to say anything about being hit in the back of the head by 'that petty thief' while I'm away."
Rasmus quickly lowered his tail and muttered, "Uh… I hope the thief is caught soon."
"That's right." Even though the Lord of the Tower was away, the thief was a capable person who had broken through the tower's barrier and stolen several items. And there were not many people in the empire as strong as him.
"That petty thief, why did he steal artifacts other than the Mana Bowl?"
"I don't know."
"I don't understand. The Bowl of Mana is so famous, but… Why did they steal artifacts that weren't very important? Stupid."
Rasmus straightened up and stretched. Because he had studied in the tower all night, his beard was unkempt. Isak continued casually.
"In other words, Rasmus. There may be a connection between them that you don't know, but he does."
Isak tilted his chin and closed his eyes with a blank expression.
"But… The wizard who was wanted for the Lapis Necklace still hasn't been contacted!" Rasmus, who was pouting and complaining, brought up the story of the lesser wizards who had been tracking down the missing culprit.
Isak narrowed his brow for a moment. Meldenique Babyloa was not confirmed as the real culprit. However, it was true that her behavior was more suspicious than anyone else's. He couldn't shake his doubts until the very end. He rested his chin and asked quietly to Rasmus.
"Have you ever seen it?"
"What? What?"
"You can feel the energy of demons and dragons at the same time."
Rasmus replied with a puzzled face. "No? Not once. And I don't even feel the energy of dragons and demons in the first place."
"Yes. It can't be…"
Strangely, there are people like that. Meldenique Babyloa.
"First of all, you need to hatch the dragon egg properly." Isak took his eyes off Rasmus again and said firmly.
"What? No, I'm keeping it warm, so it will wake up soon."
"Yes. When the dragon wakes up, it will catch the thief…" The Mana Vessel is a vessel blessed by the dragon itself, so the same dragon will be able to easily track its whereabouts. "And I also need to find out about the dragon's curse on Meldenique."
This was his first time. He felt curious about other people, and that curiosity remained calm for a long time. Isak was lost in thought for several minutes.
He could feel the presence in front of the table where he was sitting. He didn't have to open his eyes to know it was Rasmus, so he just let it go.
"Oh!" Soon after, a murmur and a sound of wonder appeared. "This is really good, isn't it? Oh, no, what, what's wrong with my voice?"
He was thin and gaunt, and his voice was high, as if he was imitating it on purpose. Isak lowered his eyes and chuckled.
'Is it voice modulation magic?'
He could feel traces of magic, but he didn't think it was that kind of unusual magic. The lively woman, Meldenique, had cast her same magic on the candy.
"No, what? Why isn't it working out! Is this magic?" Isak snapped his chin and spat out, contemplating Rasmus.
"For now, I'm going to tell the other mages to stop searching for thieves."
"Yes, I see! No, what kind of ancient magic is this? Why isn't it going to work?" Rasmus, who was puffing out his cheeks, found the letter on the table and his eyes lit up with interest.
"By the way, does the Lord of the Demon Tower have a lover? 'Mel'…? What is this?"
"It's not a big deal." Once again, a smile flashed on Isak's lips and then disappeared.
"Huh? You're laughing again." Rasmus' unsuspecting remarks made him stiffen his mouth again. He was just intrigued by Rasmus recreating Carat's letter in a funny voice.
Isak kept pointing out his expression and looked away from Rasmus, who opened his mouth. For now, he was going to write a reply to Carat, who was waiting for him.
To Carat,There are no 'lovers'.I'm really curious about the person 'Mel' you'd recommend as your 'lover'.Shall we make an appointment to meet?-Isak
The only thing he put in quotation marks for the word 'lover' was a little grumpy.