[{"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-219":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},1334665,1778,"Chapter 219","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-219",219,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 219: Eternal Moment (7)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into a space of nothingness, where nothing existed, another form of nothingness seeped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What resulted was a nameless erosion, a soundless collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>──!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An explosion that couldn't be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shards that couldn't be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the clash of nothingness with nothingness paradoxically birthed something greater than anything—Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the world built upon solitude crumbled around him, Oscar did not flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood still, gazing at Edna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Compared to how long she must have waited…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was merely a fleeting moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a dragon who lives a near-infinite life, the most essential virtue is an unshakable heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotions easily fluctuate, clouding the perspective of an observer and corrupting their judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised under such teachings, Edna Sol Laplace was a near-perfect observer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was a being who felt no emotions whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna worked tirelessly to maintain that near-perfect state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She vowed to avoid unnecessary emotions and had long since closed the doors to her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, she had created a spell called Solitary World to ensure that emotional state remained eternal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to that, she could remain perfect and was continuously praised by her clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, until someone entered her Solitary World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A strange creature. A human. A mage.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she first sensed his presence, she didn’t pay him much mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d surely get lost for a while and then leave again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead, he kept moving deeper into her world—closer to where she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still clearly remembered the expression he wore when he first discovered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An emotion she had long lost—so distant she could no longer even remember when she’d last felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day on, the human visited her at the same time every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she never spared him a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed curious, likely due to his nature as a mage, but surely it wouldn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even chasing him away would mean revealing my emotions.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Edna chose to thoroughly ignore him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And truly, he wasn’t much of a bother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t interfere with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither did he disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, in itself, was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most intruders crumbled under the emptiness of this space and never returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That strange coexistence lasted for more than two weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna never drove him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did she accept him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued as always—reading or walking through her quiet world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference was the presence of a human within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first few days, he tried to speak to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he must’ve realized it was futile, because he soon stopped trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he picked up a twig and began drawing geometric magic circles on the ground, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A magic circle?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without realizing, a feeling of curiosity stirred within her, and she was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, even being startled must be considered an emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a quiet sigh, she resolved again not to show any interest in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she broke that resolution before a week had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Solitary Garden—a magic spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human mage’s talent was remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply by seeing and experiencing her world, he had managed to replicate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of a surprised Edna, he finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Oscar Sage. What’s yours?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she heard that question, Edna had a premonition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That this human would be the one to unlock the tightly shut door of her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an observer meant to record the world, Edna began following Oscar Sage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the process, she came to experience firsthand the things she had only known through knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, this is the imperial capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She witnessed the civilization humans had built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the magic of our Mage Tower. It holds the essence of the great mages before us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That’s incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came to understand how a short-lived race could flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recognized the greatness of knowledge passed from one generation to the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If a king trips while walking, he becomes King-kong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even came to grasp the emotion called anger, something she’d never been able to comprehend just from reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she experienced these things, her unwavering heart began to soften—but she didn’t find it unpleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why? I’m moving farther away from being the perfect observer.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know the reason, but each time she encountered a new emotion, it felt like the emptiness in her chest was being filled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, doubts about her role as an observer began to form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oscar, why do you think the gods told our kind to observe and record history?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… isn’t it because you guys live the longest? You’re the only ones who can record the full span of the continent’s history.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why are there periods where no records exist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe everyone went into hibernation. Or maybe nothing noteworthy happened during those times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaps in the historical record that appeared at regular intervals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So-called “Periods of Silence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as her suspicions about them deepened, the clan elders summoned her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are rumors that you’ve been associating with a human. Are they true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Humans are highly emotional creatures. You must know that the more you mingle with them, the more exposed you’ll be to countless emotions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do know that. But I have one question: why must we not feel emotions?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because emotions could interfere with the accurate recording of history.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then wouldn’t it be enough if we simply distinguish between personal and official matters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...That is the most difficult thing of all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn't understand the elders of her kind, who looked at her as if she were immature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one can properly distinguish between public duty and personal feelings, then why must dragons be emotionless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why must dragons be free from feeling altogether?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That question, however, would soon be answered with the outbreak of the war against the demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We're leaving this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fearing the demons, the dragons boldly prepared to abandon the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna looked around at the dozens of her kin gathered in the mountain range and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you saying? If we just leave like this, who will observe and record the history of this world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...A brief blank spot in history is acceptable. But if we all die, the records will be lost forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Lies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come to understand why the elders had told her not to feel emotions—why things like the “Age of Silence” existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just afraid of dying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...It is the sacrifice of the few for the sake of the many.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch, this is why we shouldn’t let petty emotions get the better of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragons abandoned her and the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fled to become just another of the countless stars scattered across the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grieved deeply over their irresponsibility and shamelessness, and declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I will continue to observe and record.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the star where all the other dragons had left, she alone remained to record the history of the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, she dearly wished to help the humans she had grown close to—but she held herself back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don't get involved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar never asked for her help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just need to distinguish between duty and emotion and record history as it is. That is your mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Is that really okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar smiled brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re friends, aren’t we?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true friend never demands you abandon your mission for their own gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the two gave their all from their respective positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna never once regretted her decision, and she was grateful to Oscar for respecting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Observer and the continent will never forget the noble sacrifices of the heroes of the White Tower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course... they mustn’t be forgotten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her friend closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fallen into an eternal slumber, never to awaken again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna gently closed his eyes and did what had to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratch, scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Great Sage, deceased.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[132 sixth-level mages of the White Tower, killed in action.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[19 seventh-level mages of the White Tower, killed in action.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[2 eighth-level mages of the White Tower, killed in action.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Oscar Sage, ninth-level mage and White Tower Master... killed in action.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand holding her pen trembled more than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip, drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw the droplets on the paper, she realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—that they had fallen from her own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time Edna truly understood what “sorrow” and “regret” felt like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I couldn’t protect my friend...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood how great the legacy of human knowledge passed down through the generations truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because of that, she had to return the materials Oscar entrusted to her back to the White Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘At the very least, his final wish...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just this once, not as an observer, but as someone’s one and only friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna, now in her dragon form, soared into the demonic sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flew high enough to leave the clouds far below and headed for the White Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[......!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning pierced through her massive body—falling from a perfectly clear sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her wings, charred in an instant, could no longer function, and she plummeted to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Screech!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how mighty a dragon she was, falling from several thousand kilometers in the sky left her gravely wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make matters worse, demons began to surround her from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It was... planned from the start...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced her heavy eyelids open and summoned her remaining magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she created it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast world meant only for herself and her friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If I cannot fulfill our promise... then at least—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to prevent these precious materials from falling into demonic hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fueled by that determination alone, Edna maintained the Solitary World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a dragon’s immense magic, it would last decades without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s unlikely any humans will make it here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the demon realm—beyond the Red Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too dangerous a land for humans still struggling to recover from the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen years passed within the Solitary World she created, and her thoughts began to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Magic... running out.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even thinking now cost too much energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she made the final decision: to shut down her own thoughts and use her body’s life force to preserve the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘With this...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the faint regrets of her helplessness that day would finally be soothed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of Edna’s remembered consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had experienced this feeling once before, decades ago:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sensation of her world collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edna’s heavy eyelids slowly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - 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