Chapter 90 – Magic Tower (8)

In a way, it was a date.

My date with that woman.

Sylvia looked a bit surprised that I was giving her work.

“Why. Is something strange?”

“I thought you wouldn’t like it.”

“I like all women. You know.”

Sylvia was giving me a tie now. Rumia was busy running around searching for the meaningless mage tower today as well. Sylvia asked, blushing and tightening her tie.

“Which of them do you like best?”

“Sylvia.”

“Lol…”

When Sylvia said that she liked her the most, she smiled wide and twisted her arms. I stroked her hair and looked at myself in her mirror. She was wearing a neat suit, so it was hard to believe that she was a slave.

“You look great.”

“Okay?”

Looking in the mirror like this, the painful past passed by my back in a blurry silhouette. Memories that will never be forgotten no matter how happy you are. Childhood memories were the way to spoil people like this. I forced a smile and turned around.

“What does she like?”

“I think you like sweet food. She always wears candy or something.”

“Anything other than food?”

Sylvia pondered and shook her head, she said.

“I don’t really know because she’s not someone who talks about her taste that way. Sorry.”

Come to think of it, Sylvia and her weren’t that close. I told her Sylvia it was okay and added:

“It’s okay, Sylvia. Is there anything wrong with her not knowing what she likes?”

There was no problem. Once I lay down on the bed and fuck it, the game was over. I put the magic tool I received from Creek Psy in a small handbag. Creek Psy’s magic tools only work when I infuse them, so they didn’t emit any special magic. I grabbed my bag and spoke to Sylvia.

“Then I will go.”

Hehe…”

When I said that to Sylvia at the door, she smiled and scratched her cheek, looking really happy. The way she wandered around with her hips pulled all the way back looked so innocent that even I laughed.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s just like a couple.”

I smiled and closed the door again. Then, taking Sylvia into her arms, she kissed her on the forehead. She then kissed her on the back of her nose, and finally pushed her tongue through her mouth to mouth. Sylvia wrapped her arms around my neck as if she had been waiting for this and was absorbed in her kiss, and 10 minutes later than the scheduled time, I opened the front door once again.

“Then I will go.”

“Bye!”

A bright voice rang behind my back. I had a strange feeling. I tilted my head at the bizarre sensation in my chest, then grabbed the handrail and went down the stairs. Because a woman was waiting in front of the magic tower.

*****

Near the Mage Tower, there was a huge shopping complex for wizards and people who worked at the Mage Tower. The menus of the restaurants varied, suggesting the hierarchy of the Mage Tower.

Me and her made an appointment to meet in the large plaza before entering the dining area. Even though I arrived at the place 15 minutes before the appointment time, her figure was standing in the middle of the square, casting a long shadow of 1 pm in the distance.

She did her best to come out on a date. Her clothes were neater than usual, but the colors matched, and her stockings smelled like new ones. The hair was shiny, and the makeup on the face was especially strong, so the skin tone of the neck and face was subtly different.

She was wearing glasses and had a bag in her hand. She had been fidgeting before I came. She gasped for her breath and looked up at me with expectant eyes, as if her dog would sprint towards me and ask to be petted if she clicked her tongue.

And she asked me with her tense face.

“Hey, have you been waiting?”

“…Yes?”

Hasn’t the person to ask the question changed? She tilted her head for a moment and wondered if something was wrong, then the woman shook her head in surprise, then dyed her face red, and she said:

“Oh that… ! Look at my mind! Ah, that uh, it’s been a while!”

Thanks to the awkward question she posed first, she was put in a bizarre situation where she asked herself and answered herself. I had just arrived a little earlier than my appointment time. After looking at her distant watch and nodding her head, I told her.

“Did you wait? Sorry. The restaurant, where shall we go?”

There were various types of restaurants, but it was difficult for me to decide on the menu. So I decided to let her have her options.

“This is my first time here, so do you have a favorite menu? Because I’m serving you. I want to make it your favorite menu.”

“Ah, that, you don’t have to go that far…”

If you have a good-looking face, your liking will go up no matter what you say. The woman looked around with a rather happy face and pointed to a restaurant with tables and chairs on the terrace. Even from a distance, the sound of frying something could be heard loudly, and the restaurant smelled warm and sweet.

Passersby staggered around as if possessed by the smell, but soon regained their senses and passed this road.

“How are you? It is the most famous restaurant around here.”

“That’s good. Then shall we go together?”

“Yes.”

She walked slowly behind me, looking down at the floor. I put her on her feet and continued to make eye contact with her or talk to her.

“Your clothes look great today.”

“Oh, is that so? Oh, oppa sleeps a lot too, you look good.”

“Evan.”

“Yes?”

“Please feel free to call me Evan. I’m used to being called by my first name by people.”

The woman’s face was stained red. She blinked her eyes, hesitated for a second, then called my name in a very soft voice.

“Eh, Evan…”

“Yes.”

“Ah… !”

The woman seemed to be in a good mood just by calling her name. I pulled out her chair, took her next menu, and called her clerk. The clerk was a man with a sincere impression, and for me who didn’t know the menu well, he decided on a recommended menu and gave it to me.

I decided on the menu according to the staff’s words and looked at the woman again. Actually, she didn’t seem interested in eating today. She acted like someone who had walked all the way to this plaza with only one purpose: to admire my face.

It was because even now, rather than actively talking to me or expressing her opinion, she was spending her time staring at my face, fidgeting with her fingers, and chewing her own feelings.

“What kind of research do you mainly do?”

“Yes? Oh, me?”

So when I asked her a question about her research, she freaked out a beat late and delayed answering until I gave her a nod. She said awkwardly fiddling with her hand.

“I’m researching in a slightly different direction. Do you know that it’s a mana bomb?”

It was a weapon I had never heard of. I was a slave, and fortunately I had a life free of war. I said this.

“Ah, I think I heard.”

She seemed happy that I had even heard about it. It was because he smiled brightly and started explaining about the mana bomb.

“The mana bomb is actually not only used as a weapon for war. It’s a fairly common item in mines and construction, but the previous Mana Bombs had a lot of fatal accidents due to malfunctions or excessive firepower? So, what I’m researching is the application of the magician Mendel Krautz’s formula for mana compression theory. What this formula is, is the theory that there is a law for condensing mana? Among these, the first principle is applied, condensing mana on one surface and then dissipating it from the inside. If you do it like this…”

She was explaining about her main field of study with her rather enthusiastic enthusiasm. A woman who was passionate about her work, no matter what, was a good thing. Of course, I couldn’t understand half of her words.

What the hell is the Mana Compression Theory? Why is this woman on a date and she is explaining the mana bomb theory to me so passionately?

I only nodded her head with a satisfied expression, so she stopped explaining and scratched her head in surprise.

“Oh that… I’m sorry. Did I talk too long?”

“No. I really enjoyed hearing it. It’s a field I’m not familiar with, but I think I really enjoyed it because you explained it so well.”

“Oh, really?”

She looked really happy. I nodded and asked.

“You must have studied very well at the academy.”

“That’s right. Even if I look like this, I was in the top 5 of the school.”

“Wow, that’s great. I heard that the Academy’s Faculty of Magic is very difficult to study.”

“Ah, that, not that much. That… I was lucky. Miss Sylvia was the head of the Faculty of Magic, but I am the Medicine Department.”

“The menu you ordered is here.”

There was a break in the flow between conversations. I took the plate and thanked the waiter. She saw the champagne that came with the food. I poured champagne into my glass and asked.

“Do you like to drink? My sister seems to be working hard, so I feel like having a drink today.”

The woman made a shy expression and nodded her head.

“…Yes. I like you.”

“Then shall we have a toast?”

“Yes.”

The sound of clinking glasses rang out.

This woman was going to drink a lot today.

Just enough to cloud my judgment.