The place where the light led me was as comforting as the light itself. It looked like a white blanket stretching all the way to the horizon. 0

Someone was already there. We made eye contact.0

“Oh?”0

“Hmm.” 0

The Countess, the MA master who had the most coins in the Tower, stared back at me. With a cheeky grin, she offered a soft chuckle. “Welcome back, Death King. It’s been exactly ten days. No one is more trustworthy than a youngster who keeps his promises.”0

The Countess was wearing traditional Indian clothing. Despite being extremely wealthy, she always wore a plain, monochromatic sari. In contrast to her clothes, the pattern of her fan was very flashy.0

“Thank you. Um, how are the Sylvans doing?”0

The Countess fanned herself, the golden arabesque pattern of her fan sparkling as she swayed it. 0

“Oh, don’t mention them, please. They became completely shameless while I was away! They had no idea how to manage their money, so I focused on teaching them that. Even though they’re elves, they can’t live by eating only blades of grass, right? But these guys fell in love with hoarding and counting money. Now everything is judged solely on whether it makes them money or not. They’re hopeless!”1

The fate of the elves was truly tragic. Before my regression, they had become a bloodthirsty warrior species under the Fire Emperor’s rule, but now they had evolved into misers under the guidance of the Countess. Children really took after their parents.0

I shrugged. “I think they just followed your teachings faithfully.” 0

“What? Who do you take me for? I just happen to view money as water. A loooot...0