The magic kingdom, Meltor, had more magicians than any other country on the northern continent. Those magicians had studied magic with the zeal of a scientist, forming a magic system that could be called the root of Meltor’s prosperity. Compared to combat focused aura, magic was versatile in many areas, allowing Meltor to rival the Andras Empire despite their scarcer land and resources.

However, there was one area that magicians avoided like the plague. Politics, where schemes and deceit abounded.

I was called for a political reason.

Theo looked at himself in the mirror as he dressed himself in now familiar robes. Magicians were used to wearing robes, but the minor ornaments and complicated fabric didn’t fit Theo’s tastes. Did it have to take a few minutes to get dressed? If etiquette hadn’t demanded more from him, he would’ve just worn the robe over his casual clothes.

“Well, this is enough.”

He tied the last knot and pulled the cord hanging from the ceiling.

Rattle!

An attendant entered the room like he had been waiting....