The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

35 – One Elf Slave is Enough.

Drip, drip, drip.

A weak stream of water soaked the garden soil.

“Franz, what do you think of my daughter’s magic, as the master of the tower?”

Indeed, the watering of the garden unfolding before Franz’s eyes was actually the princess’s magic.

Using mana to defy the laws of the world and create miracles was indeed magic.

And it is also very practical as it can water the garden.

Lastly, the kind heart that helps the servants.

So Franz’s overall rating is 13 out of 10.

Even without the 5 points added as a royal bonus, it was an 8-point magic.

“Your Majesty, the princess is 10 years old this year…”

“She is 11.”

Franz was startled by the Emperor’s words, but he continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

“…If she is 11, she has excellent talent.”

That was exactly it.

If her mana stabilized at 10 and she started using magic in earnest at 11, she had enough potential to grow into a great magician.

The average age to use the first magic is around 13.

But whether she could rise to the rank of a great magician was a bit ambiguous…

While Franz was pondering this, the princess approached hesitantly.

“Master of the Magic Tower, how was it…? Was my magic okay…?”

“Your Highness, it was excellent.”

“Hehe-, I was praised-!”

The princess smiled brightly and ran around the garden.

I thought she was mature and had grown up early, but seeing her like this, it didn’t seem so.

The excited princess started watering the garden here and there, and the Emperor smiled as he watched her.

“Franz, I plan to send that child to the Magic Tower when she becomes an adult.”

“…Pardon?”

The words were so overwhelming and sudden that it took half a beat longer for the words to come out.

Why on earth would he say such a thing with the same feeling as ‘let’s have a meal’?

Of course, from the Emperor’s point of view, it might just feel like finding a job for his daughter, but from this side, it was a huge issue like the chairman’s daughter coming in as a parachute.

Anyway, as the representative of the group, I should at least know the reason.

“Why did you think that…”

“I just want my daughter to be happy. She likes magic. Handling troublesome affairs is enough for me and my sons.”

“I understand. We will be ready to welcome her at any time.”

The Magic Tower is not a group of random people, but it was not something that could be refused when the Emperor asked openly.

And there are still 8 years left until the princess becomes an adult, so there is no need to worry about it now, I suppose.

‘Yeah, let’s not think about it. It’s easier that way.’

In the end, Franz turned away from reality.

After some time had passed, Franz mentioned that he would return at an appropriate time.

“Is that so? Well, you did say you were busy, so I feel sorry for holding you back. But do come by occasionally for a chat.”

The emperor spoke regretfully, but Franz felt no regret at all.

However, he did feel a bit sorry for him.

He wondered how lonely the emperor must be to say such things.

Anyway, that was the end of the farewell.

Franz didn’t call for a carriage and used teleportation instead.

He was sick of the back pain.

Come to think of it, he would have to ride a carriage with Arian too.

He already felt dizzy at the thought.

* * * * *

Immediately after returning to the Magic Tower, Arian came to see him, as expected.

“Was everything alright at the imperial castle…?”

“Well, if there was something, there was, and if there wasn’t, there wasn’t. It was just the same as usual.”

“Then you must have been asked for something.”

“…That’s right.”

Franz was a bit troubled.

‘Should I tell her?’

The subjugation of the cult was definitely a secret.

If rumors spread, the cultists would hide even more thoroughly, making future plans difficult.

But hiding it from Arian didn’t feel right either.

He had to leave his post, and it would be strange if his secretary didn’t know the reason.

After much deliberation, Franz,

Snap-.

Used a soundproofing spell.

He doubted anyone would eavesdrop on a conversation in the Magic Tower, but the cultists’ bizarre actions made him cautious.

“A soundproofing spell…?”

“Yes, what I’m about to say is a secret. If you don’t want to hear it, tell me now. I won’t insist on telling you.”

“I’ll listen.”

Arian answered without a moment’s hesitation.

A faint smile lingered on her lips.

“In fact, His Majesty the Emperor…”

Franz spoke about the Emperor’s request to subdue the cultists.

He intended to completely eradicate the cultists, find and kill the Seven Deadly Sins, and the reward for this task was the title of Duke.

“…A bloody wind will blow.”

Arian, who had listened to the whole story, said with a bitter expression.

“Well, yes. Honestly, I don’t think it will be easy.”

“Are you okay, Tower Master?”

“I’m fine. Honestly, I didn’t like those cultist b*stards.”

“But don’t overdo it. You haven’t properly rested since subduing the Demon King.”

Arian’s eyes were filled with concern.

Indeed, she was right.

Right after subduing the Demon King, he had taken on various odd jobs at the Emperor’s request, and after becoming the Tower Master, he had poured all his energy into running this rotten tower properly.

In the midst of all this, a translucent display had appeared, telling him to save the world from destruction, and just when things seemed to be going well, now it was the cultists.

They say that the more you struggle in your youth, the more comfortable you are in old age. By that logic, shouldn’t food be delivered to your mouth without you having to move in your old age?

‘Food delivered without moving…?’

At that moment, a strange scene came to mind.

Hera, wearing a collar, feeding him food.

It was something a slave might well do.

‘Am I tired…?’

Normally, he wouldn’t have such thoughts, so he must have been tired.

By the way.

How is Hera doing?

Her personality wasn’t too bad, except for being a bit too old-fashioned.

Such traits could actually be good for a leader, so she might be doing well.

‘It’s a bit much to go to the Great Forest.’

Even though he had helped the elves, he was still human.

He didn’t want to create unnecessary trouble and narrow Hera’s position, so if possible, he didn’t want to go to the Great Forest.

So, well, no news is good news. I can only assume she’s doing well.

…thought Franz.

Just a few days ago, that is.

It was around the time he thought Justia might have returned from the capital and decided to visit St. Serpia Cathedral.

As he descended from the top floor where the tower master’s office was located to the first floor, he saw someone arguing at the entrance.

One was wearing a hood pulled down deeply, and the other was dressed in the typical attire of a mage with a robe.

Recognizing the face of the one in the robe, Franz approached him.

“Roan, what’s going on?”

“Ah, hello! Tower Master!”

He spoke loudly and bowed at a 90-degree angle.

Like a private in the army filled with spirit.

Franz was taken aback by this.

He had only asked the staff to be polite, never to enforce military discipline.

Is this how His Majesty the Emperor feels…?

It was truly an awkward situation.

“The thing is, this person here wanted to meet you, Tower Master, but they wouldn’t reveal their identity or take off their hood. So, I was explaining that they couldn’t enter the tower.”

At Roan’s words, Franz’s gaze turned to the hooded figure.

‘Something familiar…’

As he thought that, green eyes sparkled from within the hood.

“Hera…?”

“I knew you would recognize me.”

“Why are you here…?”

While Franz was so flustered, Roan’s expression also stiffened.

Noticing this belatedly, Franz patted his shoulder.

“Roan, you handled it well, you did nothing wrong. Just keep doing it like that.”

“Th-thank you….”

“Alright, go back to your duties.”

Roan bowed his head and entered the tower.

Now, only the two of them remained.

“Hera, why did you come without any notice…?”

Franz, who was about to continue the conversation, suddenly realized.

She had clearly said that once she saved all the elf slaves, she would become a slave herself.

The fact that she appeared before him meant that she was ready to become a slave.

I didn’t expect it to end so quickly…?

Did the nobles voluntarily return the elf slaves…?

But Franz’s thoughts were shattered by Hera’s single word.

“Franz, I’m really sorry, but could you help me just one more time? The World Tree is acting strange. Once this is all over, I will immediately become your slave. If I’m not enough, I’ll bring a few more volunteers. So please….”

Franz’s hand slowly rose to his forehead.

It’s already hard enough with just one elf slave, and now she’s bringing a few more…?

Is she trying to increase my sentence…?