The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years - Chapter 109



108 – The Saintess Pouted Her Lips.

“I’ll be heading back now.”

Just after returning to the Magic Tower, Eustia said.

It was only natural, considering that going to the Great Forest wasn’t part of the plan in the first place.

If she had the leisure to enjoy tea time, it would be fine, but as far as Franz knew, the Saintess wasn’t that free. Rather, she was closer to being busy.

“Really? Shall I take you?”

It was more convenient and faster to use teleportation than to ride a carriage, so he offered.

But Eustia shook her head.

“It’s okay. I don’t like being indebted every time.”

There was no need to think of it as a debt. After all, the only effort it took was snapping his fingers.

When it came to the Holy Father, she treated him like family, but now she was keeping her distance. It was hard to understand which tune to dance to.

Anyway, once was enough for a refusal. He had no intention of offering twice.

At that moment, Eustia narrowed her eyes and approached Franz.

“More than that, I hope nothing unpleasant happens, Holy Father.”

“Unpleasant?”

What could that be?

Franz was simply puzzled. It wasn’t like he was fooling around with women or indulging in gambling or entertainment. There was nothing that came to mind as unpleasant.

From the perspective of the Goddess Church, engaging in heretical activities could be seen as unpleasant, but it didn’t seem like she was suspecting that.

What could someone who was cooped up in the Magic Tower do anyway? At most, he would think about tuning kits for the new model carriage or investigate whether horned horses really existed.

‘Maybe she’s just worried.’

Since he became the Holy Father, he should be aware and conduct himself properly – that seemed to be the general meaning.

“Anyway, think about it well. I’ll be going now. I had a good time today.”

With those words, Eustia left the Magic Tower Master’s room. Without looking back, she walked briskly.

But there was a very big problem.

‘She can’t leave on her own…’

Where was the Magic Tower Master’s room located? At the very top of the high Magic Tower.

No sane Magic Tower Master would walk up all those stairs, so of course, there were devices connected to each floor.

Only wizards could use it.

Even then, the top floor where the Tower Master’s office and the secretary’s office were located could only be accessed by recognizing a specific mana wavelength. It felt similar to a card key recognition.

In summary, that’s how it was.

Eustia would return soon, feeling awkward.

Arian, realizing this, looked at Franz with a bewildered expression.

But for some reason, the firmly closed door showed no sign of opening.

Feeling puzzled, Franz finally stood up.

He opened the door quietly and peeked out, meeting Eustia’s eyes right in front of the door.

Eustia’s expression was full of mischief. Her lips were pouting like a duck’s, and her brows were furrowed, creating a deep crease.

She had confidently walked out, but now that she had no way to return, how embarrassed she must have felt.

Understanding her feelings well, Franz didn’t say anything and pulled his head back in.

“Arian, stay with Hera for a moment. I’ll take Eustia back.”

“If it’s just to the first floor, should I go?”

“No, you rest. I’ll go.”

With that, Franz ended the conversation and left the Tower Master’s office.

As he pondered what to say to the still mischievous Eustia, she spoke first.

“Why, why didn’t you tell me beforehand…?!”

“You walked out so naturally that I forgot.”

“You did it to stop me from causing trouble, didn’t you?!”

“Hey, why would I do that?”

So what exactly is it?

…he wanted to ask, but he suppressed the urge. Saying that now would not lead to a good outcome.

“Let’s go for now. We’re busy.”

Franz said, taking the first step.

“Ugh-! I’ll remember this, so keep that in mind.”

“Sure, sure.”

What good would remembering do?

Well, there’s no reason to stop her.

After taking Eustia to the first floor, Franz returned to the Tower Master’s office.

He had suggested using teleportation again on the way down, but she refused once more. The reason was the same as before. She didn’t want to be a burden or something like that.

In fact, the reason Justia didn’t accept Franz’s help was to buy clothes for the banquet. The saint’s clothes were nice, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were too plain.

Of course, Franz, who had no way of knowing this, didn’t think anything of it.

As Franz sat on the sofa, Arian spoke.

“Master of the Tower, I’ll be off to work now.”

“Alright.”

“And while you were away for a moment, I talked with Miss Hera. I think it would be better for her to stay at our house. Even though there is a place for her to stay in the tower, it’s uncomfortable. It would also be easier to prepare for tomorrow.”

For Franz, it was an ideal suggestion. Indeed, if it were Arian, Hera would feel less uncomfortable than with others.

But he couldn’t be entirely happy about it, worrying that Arian might be overworking herself.

“Are you both really okay with this?”

At Franz’s question, both nodded simultaneously.

He didn’t know exactly what conversation had taken place, but if they both thought it was fine, there was no reason to oppose it.

“Then let’s do that.”

“Yes, I’ll be off then.”

Arian bowed her head and left the master’s room.

Now, only Hera and Franz were left.

Franz, who had been sitting on the soft sofa, stood up and spoke.

“Hera, take a rest. I’ll be doing some work.”

Franz headed straight to the desk piled with documents.

Whenever he saw the piled-up documents, he always sighed first, but recently, the frequency of incidents had decreased, so it was somewhat manageable.

Except for these guys, of course.

‘The Necromancer Association is really…’

As always, Franz signed “dismissed” on their documents and pushed them to the corner of the desk.

How much time had passed since he started working?

Feeling stiff, Franz stretched and suddenly realized that Hera had been watching him.

Since when had she been watching?

“Why? Do you have something to say?”

“Not really. It’s just that the situation where the master is working and the slave is resting feels awkward. If there’s anything I can help with, please let me know.”

Help…

Franz pondered for a moment but couldn’t think of anything Hera could help with.

If it were trivial tasks, maybe, but that wasn’t the case.

In the first place, all the Tower Master did was read documents and stamp them.

But to say that honestly, Hera would surely keep looking this way.

“Then, would you like to make some tea? You’re good at making tea.”

“I don’t know if I’m particularly good at it, but I’ll do it anyway.”

“If you open the door over there, you’ll find a kettle and teacups. The tea leaves are in the upper cabinet.”

Hera started moving as if she had been waiting, and before long, a steaming teacup was placed on the desk.

Even though she could sit down after finishing her work, she stood beside him holding the tray, looking every bit the servant.

‘Don’t mind it.’

Hera liked doing it. And since it wasn’t particularly bothersome, it should be fine to leave her be.

So Franz started working again while drinking the tea Hera had made.

How much time had passed since then?

Arian came back into the Tower Master’s room. It seemed it was time to leave work.

“Then I’ll leave with Hera.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.”

“Franz, see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, see you tomorrow, Hera.”

After saying their goodbyes, the two left the Tower Master’s room, and the door closed firmly. At the same time, Franz also finished his work.

Leaning back in his chair, Franz thought.

‘Should I rest like this…?’

Since there was a banquet tomorrow, it wouldn’t be bad to rest well. He would surely be extremely tired.

But for some reason, he didn’t want to. They say that if you live only working, you become anxious even when resting, and it felt exactly like that. He wondered if this was work addiction.

‘Yeah, what rest? There’s a mountain of work to do.’

In the end, Franz got up and draped his robe over his shoulders.

When a ray of light from the west of the continent reflects on the lake.

Having found the answer to that riddle, it was time to see it with his own eyes.

Whoever came up with such an absurd riddle. Just thinking about the headache it caused still made his head throb.

‘You better be prepared…’

Franz was grinding his teeth.