[{"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-231":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},1334677,1778,"Chapter 231","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-231",231,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 231: An Old Promise (5)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion looked out at the world unfolding before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Thought, Pure Land was a world modeled after the real White Tower—beautiful like a painted picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a spirit of the wind, he could tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no intent of attack in the wind that brushed over each joint of his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even this peaceful space could not quell the surging desire for destruction boiling inside Silmarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— Destroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That desire did not stem from reason or instinct—it was the demonic energy commanding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion’s body fluttered violently as the red demonic aura roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>───!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Silmarion let out a scream loud enough to tear eardrums and was about to unleash a blast of wind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a calm voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha Maestro.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke to the nearly berserk Silmarion in a lecturing tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not allowed to act like that here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the White Tower from the time she remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter who the opponent was, she would not permit the sanctuary of her memories to be destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s okay, so don’t resist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice felt like it gently soothed the listener’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a light wave of Sasha’s hand, a cool breeze rose and held Silmarion still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just for a moment—if you can endure just a little longer, this nightmare will be over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind began to erase all demonic energy it touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its purifying power was on an entirely different level compared to when it had erased Yuribe’s demonic energy days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the warm wind—like spring sunlight—cleansed the demonic aura, long-forgotten memories began to surface one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Garden of the Ancients, Elysian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Located deep within the great forest in the southwest of the continent, this kingdom of elves worshiped the World Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lived in harmony with nature, strictly forbidding contact with the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were several customs in this land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For spirit mages, the coming-of-age ceremony involved summoning the spirit they would bond with for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yena Ardel, please step onto the altar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the high elf’s summons, a young woman slowly stepped up to the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, countless eyes of other elves sparkled as they gazed at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The rumors say she’s the greatest talent of her generation.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I wonder what kind of spirit Princess Yena will summon.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If the rumors are true, she’ll summon at least a mid-tier spirit.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even to other elves, royalty was not someone they saw lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the coming-of-age ceremony of Yena Ardel, known as the greatest genius in the royal family, was an event all the elves had eagerly awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Begin the spirit summoning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a slight nod, Princess Yena solemnly began to chant the summoning spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, a storm-like wind swept across the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the gust settled, what appeared was a spirit composed entirely of wind, standing three meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion scanned his surroundings before fixing his gaze on Yena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— Are you the one who summoned me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought crossed his mind as he saw the nervous girl give a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of contemplation, Silmarion spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— I feel sorry to say this after you went through the trouble of summoning me, but I do not wish for a new contractor. If you permit it, I will call upon another top-tier spirit for you. Would that be acceptable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shake, shake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Princess Yena shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, snap!—she pointed her index finger directly at Silmarion’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring blankly at her pointed finger, Silmarion asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— Is there a particular reason I must be the one you contract with?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no answer, but he could feel it just by looking into her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This elf will never back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— Even among top-tier spirits, personalities vary greatly. I must warn you—I have some flaws. Will you still proceed with the contract?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nod full of certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her resolute attitude, Silmarion let out a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I suppose I have no choice.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hoped to avoid contracts for the time being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least until the memories of his previous contractor had faded over a thousand years or so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But perhaps this too is fate.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion closed his eyes and gave a slow nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— If you wish to forge a bond of comradeship with me, speak your name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yena Ardel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— I hereby declare that a pact of comradeship has been formed between Silmarion and Yena Ardel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was Silmarion’s first contractor in hundreds of years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This one is quiet, at least.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t especially important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spirit and its contractor were connected heart to heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without words or actions, they could understand each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But an elf, huh…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion slowly nodded, thinking that perhaps it was for the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yena Ardel’s silence was to an extreme degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless absolutely necessary, she could go over a month without speaking a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion actually found it comforting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previous contractor had been a human who talked endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, he had come to know all sorts of trivial details about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that’s why he had grown so attached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, his current contractor suited him perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she did was read and study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her subjects varied widely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From royal studies in preparation for leading a kingdom, to the languages of humans and dwarves, and even books illustrated with various monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion followed her around like a bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much time passed, she never asked for his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even wielded a broom herself when cleaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— If it’s just a simple errand, you can ask me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he couldn't hold back and spoke up, Yena would simply smile faintly and shake her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year, ten years, a hundred years…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer he spent with her, the more peace Silmarion felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not bad.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the first of the top-tier spirits, Silmarion was highly sensitive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no benchmark when he was created by his mother, Silaphrion of Serenity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that’s why—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever a contractor died, he would fall into deep depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s laughable, really.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A top-tier spirit suffering from depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, after a contractor’s death, he would go at least a thousand years before forging a new bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the memories of the time they shared naturally faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Utterly pathetic.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion let out a self-mocking smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that wasn’t the definition of a defective, half-baked spirit, then what was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poke. Poke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever he got like that, Yena would widen her eyes and jab him with her finger as if to say “stop that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Silmarion always gave in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— Very well. I shall refrain from such thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— Yes, it’s a promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a peaceful time that seemed as though it would last forever, unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The continent fell into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stranger from beyond the Red Mountains—once believed to be completely uninhabited—had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They refer to themselves as demons. They seem extremely aggressive and brutal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During the first encounter, the White Tower Master was killed, and the human emperor quickly dispatched an army.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the same time, they sent a request to us, asking us to join the Continental Alliance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absurd. Why should we involve ourselves with the greedy humans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, now. This isn’t just a human problem. The dwarves already joined the alliance and sent warriors to the mountains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the elven kingdom was on high alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meetings were held daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After extensive discussion with the elven elders, the king reached a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though the fire still burns far from us, the day will come when its heat reaches our forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we wish not to be fools who see only what's before them, then we must begin gathering information on these unknown beings. Let Elysian join the Continental Alliance as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, a historic alliance was formed, and Princess Yena was chosen to lead the investigation team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go with your fellow elves and return safely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yena Ardel left the great forest, leading more than fifty elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were welcomed as honored guests in the empire’s royal court, rested well, and then departed for the Red Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— The Red Mountains, huh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a place so notorious that even his previous contractor had heard of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only relief was that the peak they were set to investigate was considered relatively safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘At least there are no disasters there. That’s a blessing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disasters that roamed the mountain range led by the Red Witch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was glad there would be no encounter with those infamous beings, whose names were even whispered in the Spirit Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though there was a slight chance of encountering the roots of the “One Who Devoured the Mountain,” it was widely accepted that its power was significantly weakened at the first peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Hmm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joint investigation force of elves and humans, led by Yena, numbered over a thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With well-trained knights, mages, and spirit summoners moving together, there seemed to be nothing in the world to fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Unless the demons have lost their minds, they wouldn’t dare strike.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though called an “investigation force,” it was capable of going to war with a major city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Silmarion, a top-tier level-7 spirit, would hesitate before such a force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having seen contractors for over a hundred years, he could tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was extremely tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Are you that nervous?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Afraid? Haha, don’t worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Hmm. Very well. No matter what happens, I will protect you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing those words, his contractor’s expression noticeably relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to deeply trust him—so much so that she, who hadn’t slept properly in days, finally fell into a deep sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the night the demon assault began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no color in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that night, the wind rising from the first peak was red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the blood of elves and humans flowed like rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one’s no good… this one too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the center of a mountain made from piled-up corpses stood a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thousand-member investigation force that arrived at the first peak had been annihilated by a single demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He introduced himself as—Darvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Injecting demonic energy into the scattered corpses, he shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. This ratio is off. I suppose more refined research must be done back home. Still, acquiring quality materials like elves is a fortunate result.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a child playing with toys, he sat in a pool of blood, inserting demonic energy into the bodies and collecting unknown data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yena Ardel coughed up blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive hole in her abdomen—she was dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion was in no better shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though a spirit should have no physical form, he was torn as if made of flesh and bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Yena… my… contractor…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly reached out to her, but couldn’t make contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being wind, he could tell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body was rapidly cooling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant her time was almost up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her last strength, Yena Ardel moved her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though already blind, she looked precisely in his direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips moved faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because the bond of their spirit pact was fading with her nearing death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer understand her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Silmarion could do was read her lips and guess her final message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Thank you… for making a contract with me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lost focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A spirit, huh… now that I think of it, there’s no reason I can’t use one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A giant hand of demonic energy gripped him tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Darvas began injecting demonic energy into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t resist. From now on, I’ll make you stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing he saw was Darvas’s chilling smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Silmarion’s mind was torn to shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Destroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, rumors began to circulate:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A corrupted spirit wandered the first peak of the Red Mountain Range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you have a nightmare?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm voice asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion slowly lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the small woman with red hair and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Yes… it was an ancient nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m glad you woke up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-…I thank you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his form beginning to collapse, Sasha asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you returning to the Spirit Realm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-…No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silmarion shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-I no longer have the face to meet Mother. More than anything… I’m too tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose to fade from existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he vanished into sparkling particles, he looked one last time at Sasha and Oscar, then closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Please make use of what remains of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the place where Silmarion disappeared, a small orb was left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I hope, wherever you go, only peaceful dreams await you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a bittersweet expression, Sasha honored the spirit’s soul and picked up the orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she hurried over to the exhausted Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, take this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar looked puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why give this to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I— I wanted to apologize for the disgrace I showed over the past few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, I’m not the kind of teacher who takes things from his disciple. You keep it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, please, Master. I really want you to have it. I won’t even need it—there’s too much I need to sort out first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fair point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had just reached level 8—there’d be a mountain of things to re-evaluate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of existing knowledge would need restructuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘More than that…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how her hair now reached her waist—it was clear she’d gone through the process of reconstructing her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yan Kingdom, this was called—a total rebirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar clicked his tongue and accepted the orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at it, wondering what it might be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Thank you… for keeping the ancient promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice faded away with the collapse of the One Thought, Pure Land world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Shilaphrion of Silence…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What parent wouldn't grieve the loss of their child?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While silently praying for her, Sasha stretched and yawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, one matter resolved. I’m glad things ended well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, it was good that things were resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then why…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after hearing that final line, did he feel so uneasy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Oscar realized the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Oh right. Oran Quill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha tilted her head in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",2424,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","b9da676208f13ac35e620320702beb0ab4244483b1d7956d04b59af981db99f8","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-232","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-230",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]