I Became a Flashing Genius at the Magic Academy [158-362][English Translation]

Episode 248 Chapter 50: Noble Soul (1)

Noble Soul (1)

Magicians have long gazed towards lofty heights. This isn't just a metaphorical statement; they genuinely prefer high places. This applies to everyone, but especially to humans and elves. The higher their status, the more they used the upper floors of buildings. However, magicians had an even stronger obsession with height than those individuals.

(TL: but girls are short ........... I absolutely don't mean anything weird by that)

Historically, the higher one's floor in the magic tower, the higher their rank. However, noble archmages weren't satisfied with just high floors; they extended their domain into the sky.

'The Pillar of Rasselon,' also known as the Tower of Pale Green, was unique in that it had only seven magicians. However, all seven were rare 8-class magicians, and the tower lord, Toa Legron, was a 9-class magician. Despite its small size, it had a high reputation.

Though they didn't meet the official criteria due to reasons such as lack of members, insufficient research contributions, low magical contributions, violations of magical laws, and departures from the magical world, the term "official" seemed meaningless to them.

"It's a dull place now, unlike before."

Eltman Eltwin, the principal of Stella Academy and a 9-class space mage, crossed his legs leisurely as he admired the green tower's view.

In a word, this magic tower floated in the air and moved freely. Though it was currently floating no more than 10 meters high, it was no laughing matter. The only reason it wasn't floating higher was that Toa Legron didn't want it to. If he desired, this unique magic tower could circumnavigate the globe.

"It has to be. I've aged."

"Time spares no one."

Toa Legron and Eltman Eltwin, both appearing as teenage boys, conversed while the servant pouring tea broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, he knew these were some of the world's greatest sages, so he didn't question them.

"It's been almost half a year."

"Half a year? It's been half a century."

"Has it really been that long?"

Toa Legron, with dark brown hair and desert-like yellow eyes, appeared as a young boy. The last time they met, he looked like he was in his twenties. Meeting in the guise of boys felt awkward and uncomfortable.

As Eltman swirled his teacup while lowering his gaze, Toa Legron spoke.

"There's been trouble in Arcanium."

"Yes, there has."

"I heard a witch almost turned the whole city upside down..."

Toa Legron squinted and spoke to Eltman in a low, almost threatening voice.

"What were you doing all this time?"

Eltman, still without changing his expression, replied after a moment.

"I was busy."

"Lies. Do you think I don't know you've always been a bystander?"

Eltman laughed.

"Why ask when you know? Yes, I no longer meddle in worldly affairs."

"Speak plainly."

"Picky as ever. Fine, not just worldly affairs... but I don't interfere in any events or stories unfolding in the world. I intend to keep it that way. Though I can't tolerate pests crawling into my precious nest."