It was only then that Rekayan realized where he was: the Tower Master’s room—the place where he had drawn his final breath. “What about Nil?” He asked the question, though he already knew the answer. He’d seen Nil’s lifeless body in the moments before losing consciousness, seen the Grimoire’s mana consuming her. “I couldn’t save…

Since entering the Magic Tower, Ishar had never once had his lab successfully broken into. And ever since becoming the Tower Master, he had reinforced it with even more advanced barrier magic. Which is why the others spent two full weeks meticulously planning their break-in. Once preparations were complete, they put their plan into action.…

He answered with a slightly dazed feeling. “I don’t lose myself to madness because of my family. No matter how I die, I know they’ll grieve more than if I took my own life. Every time, I manage to pull myself out of the temptation of madness because I want to protect them.” Rekayan wasn’t…

Of course, Rekayan had blasted every mage who tried to get close to Ishar with aggressive spells. In doing so, he cleared out his competition. At first, he simply enjoyed having a junior who listened well, took his advice seriously, and helped him during loot raids. Ishar’s status as a discarded prince didn’t matter anymore.…

Just a week after Ishar entered the Mage Tower and began adapting to his new life, Rekayan decided it was the perfect time to raid his quarters. Or rather—he tried. “…Excuse me.” Suspended in midair, Rekayan looked down to find a boyish, expressionless face staring up at him. Their eyes met, and before he could…

Side Story 2 Rekayan was someone fundamentally uninterested in other people. His only true passion—almost obsessively so—was magic. From the moment he learned to read, he holed himself up in the Riccione Ducal Library like a madman, devouring magic books day and night. The Riccione family, not known for any magical legacy, had a limited…

Faced with the undeniable reminder of their age difference, Ishar felt a moment of sudden dizziness. “Why the bitter smile all of a sudden?” “Just… thinking about what’s coming in two weeks. It’s worrying me a little.” “But haven’t we already resolved the heir issue? Thanks to you. I only skimmed it, but if it’s…

Ishar, whose legs had been trembling midair with each of Veloan’s thrusts, finally managed to anchor some strength into them. Looking up with tear-drenched eyes, he locked eyes with Veloan—who hadn’t looked away from him even for a second. In response, Ishar wrapped his legs tightly around Veloan’s firm waist. At that moment—thrust—Veloan drove upward,…

“Didn’t you leave the oil in the bedchamber? I took it out… and loosened myself with my fingers.” The words slipped out without thinking, and Ishar felt a flush of shame as he realized how earnestly he’d answered, driven by sheer desire. “You mean you put your own fingers in here?” Veloan’s fingers, still slick…

Ishar found it even harder to continue speaking, partly because he was worried that Veloan might be deeply shocked. As if sensing this hesitation, Veloan simply looked at him with a gentle gaze, as if to say he could wait forever. Encouraged by that, Ishar steadied his trembling heart and continued. “There’s something I need…