[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower":3,"chapter-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-110":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1334906,1778,"Chapter 110","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 110: Reunion (4)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha witnessed the entire scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she knew it, she had entered the gap between dimensions with the three young children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t fully understand what was happening outside this barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Huaaang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the young Sasha burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lloyd, who had hastily set Gilly down on the floor, held Sasha’s shoulders and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh. Didn’t Deputy Marlon tell us? We mustn’t make any noise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sniff, but… but I’m scared! What should I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then how about we play a fun game?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lloyd forced a smile as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, you close your eyes and count to a thousand in your head. How does that sound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That’s not fun at all. And I don’t feel like playing right now. Do I have to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, you must.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head firmly, Lloyd covered Sasha’s ears with both hands and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, start now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…One, two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have to count in your head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment, Sasha began counting silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘One, two, three…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, despite Lloyd covering her ears, various noises seeped through the gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of chairs and tables in the conference room beyond the wall shattering, the screams of demons,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie voices of the demons asking where the disciples were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the composed voice of Deputy Marlon confidently responding that they had already been evacuated to the royal palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha, squeezing her eyes shut, cried as she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I forgot what number I was on…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then start over from the beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their figures slowly faded away, likely because her memory became unclear after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, she had fainted from fear while counting the numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha Maestro watched the entire scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although it was a sight she saw every year, it stirred deep emotions within her each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Lloyd Schultz…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she were to describe him, he was a good senior disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made his betrayal all the more painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the elders of the Tower were mostly killed, she relied solely on her two senior disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only a few years after this incident, he abandoned the White Tower and defected to the Red Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Gilliot Dominic…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second senior disciple, who had been most enraged by that fact, later stole high-level magic from the White Tower that they had barely recovered and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha slowly closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘In the end, there’s no one in this world you can trust.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing she could trust was herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the one truth five-year-old Sasha had learned by the time she turned twenty-five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, her world turned black, and a sharp pain began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if her entire body was being ripped apart from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hugging herself with her arms, Sasha knelt on the floor, tears streaming down her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It hurts…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurts so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain she experienced every year grew stronger with each passing year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, feelings of resentment surged within her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resentment toward the parents who abandoned her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Oscar Sage.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resentment toward the old master who had suppressed this pain in place of her parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The growing pain reached levels she had never experienced before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps she might die today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought briefly crossed her mind as her vision slowly blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Huh?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it were a lie, the pain subsided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as though something cool had been poured over her entire body, quelling the heat and dulling the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awakening from her hallucination, Sasha opened her blurry eyes and stared at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My room.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room she both loved and hated—the Tower Master’s chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she regained her senses, she realized that someone’s hand was resting on her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning her head, she squinted at the figure with blurred vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, their face was obscured by the strong backlight descending from the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she could discern was one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Warm…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person’s magic was overwhelmingly gentle and warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if their magic was caressing each of her cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, she realized something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…I must still be hallucinating.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic she felt from the person was far too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why only now?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic belonged to someone she resented deeply but also yearned for desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha slowly reached out toward the person radiating the same magic as her old master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her hand never reached their face, falling limply instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her even breathing as she drifted into sleep, Oscar smiled bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat emanating from her body was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twenty-five-year-long ordeal of the Fairy Bloom had finally ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he rose slowly, the Deputy Tower Master, Hamel, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve done well, Oscar. Devoting two whole days to healing her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…It was something I had to do. Something only I could do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had gone two days without sleep or food, focusing solely on healing, he didn’t feel tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, there was a strange sense of relief in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the time on the wall clock, the Deputy Tower Master asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To make it to your appointment with the Red Tower, you’ll need to leave immediately. Will you make it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar, his face calm, looked at the sleeping Sasha one last time before nodding slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he was focused on treatment, it seemed that Hamel, the Deputy Tower Master, had arranged for a driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, Oscar could travel comfortably to the battlefield in his own car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning his head against the car window, he recalled the scenes he witnessed while treating Sasha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky stained red, people trembling in fear, screams echoing from all directions, and the relentless attacks of the demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was worse—far worse—than what he had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marlon, the Deputy Tower Master…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar tightly closed his eyes as he thought of Marlon Grimoire’s end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marlon had been his ardent supporter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Marlon’s guidance and teachings, Oscar could never have fulfilled his role as the tower master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his face again… it makes me miss him more today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were a place to mourn the dead, he would have gone there already to share a drink in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the White Tower didn’t have a culture of commemorating fallen mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who controlled the wind came and left like the wind itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘When I have some free time, I should visit the families of my old colleagues to at least say hello.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized he had been racing forward too single-mindedly, determined to rebuild the fallen White Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing his eyes, Oscar thought of Lloyd, whom he was about to meet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…He must have changed a lot, hasn’t he?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sasha, who he thought would never change, had changed significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That child, who once approached people without fear, had become someone who trusted no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made him even more afraid of how Lloyd might have changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That guy was always like that, after all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the beginning, Lloyd wasn’t someone who trusted people easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only people he held dear were Oscar, his mentor, and his siblings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Marlon, the Deputy Tower Master, found Lloyd difficult to deal with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Marlon, Lloyd lacked the charm of youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his first apprentice, whom he would soon meet, Oscar’s eyelids drooped halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zakamunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the name given to the vast desert expanse located in the west of the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the demons of the world dared not attempt to cross this barren land of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No, to be precise, there had been attempts.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of them had ended in failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One reason was the unforgiving environment of the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was the presence of beings who already ruled over the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Orcs.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being sentient beings, they were classified as monsters rather than another species like elves or dwarves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: they ate humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not just humans—any non-orc species was fair game for them.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At times, they even ate their own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, these savage creatures were intelligent enough to develop their own unique civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘With their thick, gray skin that could withstand the desert's scorching sun and sandstorms, their prolific reproduction rate, and the fact that it took only a few years for them to reach maturity…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the empire, they were nothing short of an annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it been possible to negotiate with them, humans and orcs might have made a formidable alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘We provide food, and they defend against the demons—that’s all it would take.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some emperors had even tried such negotiations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all had failed, for the orcs’ demands for food were unreasonably high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And it’s something that should never be given.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the requested amount of food was provided, the orc population would triple that of humans within a decade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, no emperor foolish enough to allow that could ever ascend to the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even an idiot could foresee where the orcs’ massive forces would direct their weapons next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That’s why the western front is the largest military line on the continent to keep them at bay.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commonly referred to as the “Grand Line,” this military line was strictly off-limits to civilians and tightly controlled by the imperial family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s destination this time was the “Red Citadel,” classified as the foremost front line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stained with red blood and desert sand, it served as the final defense line marking the boundary between human and orc territories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a barricade, a man wearing the imperial military uniform stopped Oscar’s car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the driver lowered the window, the man asked in a commanding tone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your purpose for visiting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I’m just a driver escorting a mage from the White Tower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A mage from the White Tower?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier glanced at the back seat, then cautiously moved to the rear window and knocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, but we need to conduct a quick verification process.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Oscar lowered the window, the soldier inspected his face and took his identification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What the… He’s so young.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked barely over twenty, with a pale complexion that seemed out of place in such a harsh environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked more suited to a luxurious party in the capital than a desolate wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A White Tower mage, here of all places…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier casually checked the ID, only for his eyes to widen in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A P-professor of the White Tower…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that enough for identification?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, it’s more than enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier hastily returned the ID, swallowing nervously as he asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, but may I ask the reason for your visit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was invited. By the commander here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The commander… You don’t mean Commander Lloyd Schultz, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you mean the Mage of Ashes, then yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was he here as a professor, but he was also the commander’s guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier bowed deeply, his waist forming a perfect 90-degree angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“P-please proceed! Just continue straight ahead, and you’ll find the citadel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The window rolled up, and the car drove off, kicking up a trail of sand behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>",1883,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","81a67a36fa90a58cb9add353e9eeafbf3eb763dccb452e2beb5109ea8f91c3ba","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-111","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-109",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]