[{"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-308":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},1334704,1778,"Chapter 308","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-308",308,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 308: Forest of Spirits (5)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Violet Brigade?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha’s eyes widened as she asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a little taken aback, but even if the Second Senior Brother really is there, wouldn’t it be impossible to find him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know how many times Kayana Oran tried to recruit me? Even when you were asleep, I heard it at least twice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“R-Really? That’s outrageous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha clenched her fists tightly, bristling with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I clearly warned her not to make those kinds of offers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, half of it was probably said as a passing joke. But there was definitely sincerity mixed in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the fuming Sasha behind, Lloyd spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does that mean you intend to investigate the Violet Brigade directly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wouldn’t that be the fastest way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you suddenly say you want to join, they might grow suspicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter. They won’t be able to refuse, even if they know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the beginning, the reason they had tried to recruit him was because they had glimpsed his talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he had reached Level 7, they would surely feel their judgment had been correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they met again, another recruitment offer was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, Sasha, try to arrange a meeting with Kaya’s side soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha openly showed her reluctance, but eventually nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. When would be a good date?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. Maybe about three weeks from now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s surprisingly generous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s somewhere I need to go before that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Violet Brigade wasn’t the only suspicious faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m thinking of paying a visit to the Elven Kingdom as well. With Fran.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…The Great Forest? And with Fran?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. I think we could receive significant help regarding spirits there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, they’ve currently cut off all contact with humans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar nodded at Lloyd’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we’re not going there to conduct grand diplomacy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They might refuse to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That part’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his previous life, his soul had been dearly loved by spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, elves had always been quite friendly toward him as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by how a top-tier wind spirit still adored him, the elves would likely be no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the explanation, the three nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no doubts. If Sir Oscar says so, then it must be true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, yeah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar looked uneasily at Chester, who spoke with near-fanatical conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What should I do? If you tell me to jump into a pit of fire, I will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, nothing that extreme. Work with Lloyd and investigate Yan Kingdom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Kingdom?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. It’s far too large for one person to investigate alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of sheer probability, it was more likely to be Yan Kingdom than the Violet Brigade or the Great Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, it was land that people barely paid attention to at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Master goes to the Great Forest, Eldest Senior Brother and Chester investigate Yan Kingdom…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Counting on her fingers, Sasha tilted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about me? Where should I investigate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When would the Tower Master ever have the time to conduct investigations?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was already busy just handling her regular duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he said that outright, Sasha would sulk again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing this better than anyone, Oscar put on a serious expression and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sasha, it’s possible that Gilly is actually much closer than we expect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. While handling Tower Master duties, investigate whether he might be somewhere inside Sirin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha’s eyes widened as if she’d been struck on the back of the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right! They say the darkest place is right under the lamp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it to me! I’ll search every nook and cranny of Sirin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given a long-awaited and very important(?) mission, Sasha burst with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her, Lloyd carefully gave a thumbs-up where she couldn’t see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preparations for the journey were completed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You packed your things, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn the next day, Oscar barged into Fran’s room and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With sleepy eyes, Fran glanced behind him and muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I packed like you told me to… but are we really going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think we’re fake-going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, but the Great Forest is seriously dangerous. It’s no joke!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So is it more dangerous than beyond the Red Mountain Range?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to refute such a sound argument, Fran wordlessly slung his travel bag over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinning, Oscar tugged on the threads of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery shifted, and a dense forest appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick with moisture, the morning dew not yet dried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a place where one could physically feel life awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inhale, exhale. Fran, breathe deeply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you, my grandpa?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grumbling softly, Fran looked around the forest where there wasn’t even a path, his face falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But hey—there’s no map. How are we supposed to find the Forest of Spirits?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, don’t worry about that. We don’t need to find the path ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does that mean? Are our ancestors guiding us or something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not ancestors, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Oscar tilted his head, his pointed ears twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssshhh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar came the sound of dew-laden trees rustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re almost here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Who? Is there a guide in this wilderness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A guide… that’s not entirely wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar smiled broadly and said to Fran,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, hands up. And make sure you look harmless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking ab—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Fran could finish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛋᛏᚨ!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᚨᚱᛗ ᚢᛈ!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknown words rang out from all directions as a group emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind bushes and atop tree branches alike, they appeared, bows drawn tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh—uhhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a panicked Fran raised both hands, Oscar leaned over and whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re elven archers. And just so you know, they’re insanely good with bows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a long while, Fran truly felt like strangling Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛏᚱᚨ ᛋᛖᚾ!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a low growl, they were shoved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once handcuffed and thrown into the room, the elf guard locked the cell door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar sprang to his feet in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is made from a thousand-year-old tree at minimum. Most fire magic wouldn’t work. This is practically a spiritwood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiritwood or not, we’re completely screwed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran stared at him with half-lidded eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tell me this is part of your plan too? Getting our luggage confiscated and thrown into a cell in handcuffs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I hate that I feel relieved by that answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rubbing his face dryly, Fran leaned against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what now? What’s the next step?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elves aren’t barbarians. And they’re definitely not cannibals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting beside him, Oscar continued,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By now, the high-ranking elves—High Elves—are probably in a meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deciding what to do with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. Once they reach a conclusion, they’ll bring us out. That’s when we talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Isn’t the problem that we can’t communicate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᚺᚨᛚ ᛋᚨ. See? I speak Elvish pretty well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How the hell did you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran stared blankly, then quickly reached enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nope. Not asking. Thanks. Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar always put him in danger—but he also always pulled him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he supposed to be grateful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran decided not to think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᚲᛟᛗ ᚢᛏ!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About two hours later, the elf guard barked at them as he opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar stood first and followed, and they crossed the village together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as a prisoner, Fran couldn’t help but marvel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every record described elven villages as entirely wooden structures—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so he had expected crude huts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This rivals dwarf craftsmanship.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the White Anvil Clan heard that, they might get angry—but the elven aesthetic elegance was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graceful, curved wooden buildings adorned both ground and canopy alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the village center stood an enormous World Tree, its top invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That’s… the World Tree.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just eating its fruit could grant ordinary people a healthy life free of illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For knights or mages, it was a priceless elixir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Fran gawked, elves along the streets stared at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a human? Interesting. No pointy ears. The one in front has an incredibly pure soul—I want to befriend him. The one in back has faint spiritual energy… is what they’re saying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Didn’t ask for the translation, but it’s kinda fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After whispering briefly, they arrived before a massive tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, cool air and a vast open space greeted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natural light filled the hall, where elves in traditional attire sat, faces veiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛞᛟᛗ ᛋᛖᚱ ᛁᚾᚷᚨᚱ…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A High Elf woman spoke in a solemn voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar turned his head and replied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛋᛏᚨᛗᛁ (Just a moment).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oscar fluently spoke Elvish, the High Elves couldn’t hide their surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᚦᚨ ᛗᚨᚾ, ᛋᛈᛖᚲ ᛟᚢᚱ (That human speaks our language).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛖᚾ ᚠᛚᚢᚲᛚᚨ (And fluently, with good pronunciation).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛋᛁᛚ (Silence).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who restored order spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wait… something feels off.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d definitely heard this voice in a previous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t the voice of Queen Sersia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛗᚨᚾ, ᚲᚾᛟ ᛟᚢᚱ? (Human, how do you know our language?)”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ᛚᛁᛒ ᚱᛖᛗ ᛏᚨᚢᚷᚺ (We are mages of the White Tower. We learned it little by little through archived texts).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shouldn’t count against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, during the Human-Demon War, the White Tower had been on friendly terms with the elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Hah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it his imagination?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he heard a scoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—snap!—the elf woman flicked her finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fran could suddenly understand her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A translation spell had been cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems our conversation will be a bit longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She introduced herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Evelyn Arcia. I am the queen who rules the elven nation of Eloen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elven queen had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Oscar’s shock wasn’t just because the previous queen was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evelyn Arcia was the elf once put forward as a diplomatic bridge between elves and humans in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it simply—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She’s the elf who proposed a political marriage to me… and got rejected.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead of sweat slid down Oscar’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1686,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.790Z",1,"novelbin.me","b0b28c41a761a9523bf23ad6ac0f05922a6ac24cf3908d451eb0c2bd98fcf441","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-309","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-307",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]