Theodore swallowed hard. He had guessed it, but there was a world of difference to having it confirmed. The only possible existence was the mysterious Tower Master whose age and gender. Rumors spoke of his right to refuse any summons and that no one other than the Tower Masters and the king could meet him. The top floor of the Yellow Tower was literally forbidden to anyone other than those expressly invited there.

According to the president of the Magic Society, even he had only seen the Yellow Tower Master once or twice in a hundred years.

Theo blinked. “Wait, did you say a hundred years?”

The president nodded. “That's right. I understand your surprise, but it doesn’t end here.”

Theo’s amazement only grew with his next words.

“Our records show that the magic towers were originally built according to his design, and detail more contributions to the prosperity of this country than any other tower master. Norden’s acumen in pharmacy, alchemy, metallurgy and architecture is already equal to that of a god. He is the sole reason why the northern continent has far superior artifacts than other regions.”

Theo’s eyes widened. “The design of the magic towers?! But President,...