The Innocent Mage's Spellbinding Nights - Chapter 1
Awkward around the junior
“Why is everyone so aggressive?! What’s so good about fighting!”
A woman shouted in a thoroughly exhausted voice as she leapt onto the bed.
If the spirit of snow had incarnated, it would look like her. With her voluminous, cloud-like silver hair and vivid green eyes, she had a doll-like face that was beautiful even with a slight frown, as if she had deliberately made such an expression.
Her name was Irina Rowestin. She was the Master of the White Tower, established by mages who studied wind magic.
Beautiful appearance, excellent magical skills. She seemed to have everything, but Irina had more gloomy days than happy ones. She had a tender heart, unfit for the leader of a group.
“God damn it, now that Hisran and Siord have calmed down a bit, the minority tribes are causing problems.”
Irina muttered as she tore at her innocent hair.
The years of mental stress after becoming the White Tower Master had adversely affected her language habits. Irina, who once used only the most ladylike words, could now curse with “god damn it” without blinking an eye.
Hisran was the arrogant Red Tower Master, living in his own world of self-importance. Siord was the cold Blue Tower Master, whose words and actions were as frosty as ice.
They were as incompatible as cats and dogs, with strong personalities and individualism. Every time the leaders of the four towers gathered, the two masters engaged in large and small conflicts, greatly contributing to Irina’s physical and mental fatigue.
‘Moreover, the Black Tower Master’s unique atmosphere makes it hard to have a comfortable conversation…….’
Thus, Irina developed a habit of taking headache medicine before attending the quarterly tower meetings. Thanks to the belligerent Red and Blue Tower Masters and the inscrutable Black Tower Master, her potion-making skills had improved steadily.
Perhaps the magic god Magia pitied her. Unpredictable events began to occur in the once peaceful continent of Latio, causing chaos but also gradually changing the situation.
Leaving aside the rumors of impotence, Hisran, the arrogant Red Tower Master who was expected to live alone forever, and Siord, the Blue Tower Master whose dirty and cold personality made it impossible to settle with anyone, found people they loved.
Surprisingly, the two masters’ belligerence decreased as they fell in love. Their lovers acted as bridges between them, and they even had personal meetings. It was a miracle that amazed everyone who knew the Red and Blue Tower Masters.
‘Now I’ll have fewer headaches during meetings……..’
Just as one problem was resolved, another surfaced as if it had been waiting.
The western part of the Latio continent, where the White Tower was located, was a desert area with a dry climate. Therefore, it was home to minority tribes and demi-humans around the oases, making the population composition complex.
As much as there were frequent conflicts between clans and races. In the southern and eastern parts of the continent, there were powerful empires with established orders centered around them.
However, the western kingdoms, with their smaller populations and difficult farming conditions compared to the east and south, were small in size and equally weak in power. Consequently, whenever conflicts intensified between nations, races, or clans, the White Tower, with its considerable military power, often played the role of mediator.
The mages of the White Tower were treated as a kind of law enforcement. This was certainly an honorable task, but for Irina, the head of the White Tower and its ultimate authority, it was a significantly burdensome and heavy responsibility.
Today was one such day. Irina had gone to the Kaber Desert from the morning to mediate the conflict between the Batu clan and the Maura clan. While ordinary disputes could be resolved by the White Tower’s mages, the atmosphere between the two clans had become so hostile that they were ready for war, necessitating her personal intervention.
They had formed villages around an oasis they shared. When the water level of the oasis suddenly dropped, they blamed each other and were ready to go to war. The White Tower mages succeeded in buying time by promising to investigate the cause. They had to find out why the water had decreased within a week to prevent the situation from escalating into a catastrophe.
‘Hesed will do a good job as the one in charge…….’
With his soft brown hair, eyes like gathered sunset light, and rimless glasses that enhanced his intellectual appearance, Irina closed her eyes, thinking of the man who suited a smile so well.
Hesed Clarke, the Vice Master of the White Tower. Like Irina, he had learned magic from the previous Tower Master, making him her fellow disciple.
A very smart junior disciple, he had shown the greatest accomplishments among the four disciples of the former Tower Master and was considered the next White Tower Master. That was until the previous Tower Master, who suddenly decided to retire, named Irina, the third disciple, as his successor.
‘……If he hadn’t been there today, war might have broken out right before my eyes.’
