“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Hera said once she was ready to go.

Hera was wearing her large pointed hat today as well. He had wondered if the style from three hundred years ago was back in fashion, but it had turned out that Hera’s tastes were just a bit unusual. Hera was the only one in the tower who insisted on wearing such stereotypical wizard’s clothing.

“It looks like my brother hasn’t shown up today either,” Eugene noted.

“Well… that’s just how it is sometimes,” Hera said with a bitter smile as she put on her large wizard’s hat.

For the first week following Eugene’s arrival at the tower, Eward had also visited the library, but only for that first week. After that, Eugene rarely saw Eward in the library, and it was even rarer to see him in the hallways.

He had heard that Eward had been like this for the past few years.

No matter how friendly Lovellian was with Gilead, Eward’s skill fell far too short of the standard for Lovellian to take him as his disciple. It was, of course, for the sake of fairness,...