[{"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-322":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},1334718,1778,"Chapter 322","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-322",322,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 322: Special Prescription (4)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar prided himself on having seen all kinds of people in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But eyes filled with desire to that extent—this was the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes that hid not a shred of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mirror reflecting the purest form of desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And precisely because of that, they almost looked… innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So by ‘diagnosis,’ you mean you want to examine my body?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Growth at a speed without precedent. Perhaps within your body lies something that all seekers of truth have pursued for centuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was desire or rapture, the gaze fixed on him was equally burdensome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring it as best he could, Oscar fell into thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Designer isn’t wrong.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All signs pointed to Chester tracking the leader of the Violet Brigade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Oscar had two choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘One: wait until Chester makes contact again.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The safest option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was—if Chester was already in a situation where he couldn’t make contact, the longer Oscar waited, the worse things would become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Which means… I’d eventually have to search for him myself.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s eyes shifted to the Designer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, standing before him, was a man openly offering to sell out the leader’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I don’t trust this guy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no particular reason to reject the offer either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their interests aligned, there was no reason not to cooperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That said—the initiative had to stay on Oscar’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s hear it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You get sixty minutes to examine my body. And only after all of this is over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer frowned, clearly dissatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s far too short. And I’d prefer to examine you immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. I don’t trust you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I keep my word once it’s spoken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So do I.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of serious consideration, Oscar offered a carrot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll accept your input. I’ll extend it to one hundred twenty minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two hours……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not ideal—but with focus, it was enough to get a proper look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Folding his arms, the Designer studied him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re bolder than you look. What if I force a diagnosis right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d regret that choice for the rest of your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to explain why, how, or how deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer’s imagination would take care of crafting the worst possible version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Hah. Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it was the Designer who raised the white flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head lightly, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got a knack for negotiation. You’d make a fine merchant—or politician.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The leader’s location?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woah, woah. You’re in a hurry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling, the Designer shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even for me, pinpointing the leader’s location takes time. Let’s meet two days from now—midnight, at the western wall of Rouen. We’ll move then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re coming with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Just as you don’t fully trust me, I don’t trust you either. I’d hate to be used and discarded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfectly reasonable argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar had no grounds to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Two days from now. Don’t joke around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. If this goes well, I’ll finally get to see something I’ve desired for nearly a year. I have no reason to sabotage it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he was honest about his greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oscar turned to leave the operating room, curiosity struck him and he looked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re betraying your comrades. No guilt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm? Betrayal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did I ever say I’d betray anyone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m only giving you the leader’s location. Even if the two of you fight, I won’t help you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar hadn’t expected help to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, leaking the location of the leader of a secret organization like the Violet Brigade was undeniably betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if I explain my reasons, even the leader will understand. He might even praise me for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging criminals by normal standards was the mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head, Oscar left the operating room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty minutes after Oscar left the pub—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man with his hat pulled low stormed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heading straight for the operating room, he was stopped by the guards and growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two guards, having received no instructions, hesitated and glanced at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black spikes erupted from the floor, pointing at their chins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t say it three times. Move, unless you want air holes in your heads.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the icy gaze beneath the brim, the guards recoiled and cleared the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man burst into the operating room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without looking up from the medical chart, the Designer spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not time for your monthly visit yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone died.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, that’s all? People die every day. Somewhere on the continent, someone is dying right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Designer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man smashed the desk with both hands, the room shaking as if struck by an earthquake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the Designer lift his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem quite upset. You’ve even thrown away your usual mask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is troublesome. A criminal like you walking freely in the capital, running a ridiculous clinic—who do you think made that possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m quite grateful for that, actually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer clasped his hands atop the desk, straightened his posture, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But this isn’t a one-sided favor, is it? Give and take. A proper transaction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Then you remember the terms?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. I design perfect mana circuits for the people you send me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right. And two of the people you installed those ‘perfect’ circuits in are already dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer frowned, seemingly sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s unfortunate. But it’s not my fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They died from mana overload after your surgery—and you say it’s not your fault?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chuckling, the Designer lifted his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I designed the most suitable, absolutely perfect mana circuits for their bodies. If they couldn’t handle them, then their own lack of talent is to blame.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you not understand the word ‘moderation’? Strong—but not lethal! Do I really need to spell it out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moderation……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled the word around in his mind, then tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But then it wouldn’t be perfect, would it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only care about perfect circuits. I don’t adjust my work to people. People must adjust to my work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man—Sever—had passed the boiling point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ironically, his rage cooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around the empty operating room, he said quietly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know why you’re called a Designer instead of a Doctor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No idea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because you can’t save people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a dagger, the words pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A real doctor starts with saving lives. You start by fixing flaws that offend your eyes. Lives mean nothing to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know who died this time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I need to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should. The second son of Duke Leodard, and the daughter of Viscount Berkshire. Are you prepared to face the wrath of two great noble houses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer laughed, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pursuing truth always requires a few sacrifices. I thought you understood that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They are not ‘a few’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Knight of the Noble Faction, Sever Harven. Listen carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Sever’s eyes, he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world only remembers what is complete. No matter how brilliant, unfinished works are forgotten with time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People call that illusion. You’re chasing an illusion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I admit it. But isn’t everyone? Wealth? Power? Aren’t those illusions too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People chase fleeting things and die incomplete. Their existence only makes completed works shine brighter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sever stared at the mad mage with revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lunatic willing to discard lives in pursuit of a “perfect mana circuit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he known it was this bad, he would never have worked with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care about your goals. We’re done. Do whatever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That won’t do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still have many works to create—and observe. Which means these surgeries will continue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You expect permission after results like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh. You misunderstand. I’m not asking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the meticulously recorded medical charts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you cut ties with me, I’ll hand over everything—to the Imperial Faction. The deals, and the list of everyone who received my procedures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You damn criminal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You reached out to this criminal first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avoiding Sever’s murderous glare, the Designer continued calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be too upset. It’s not a complete loss for you. I’m the only one in the Violet Brigade you can actually reason with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, that was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one else would trade internal information so readily for their own desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it. I should’ve opposed working with you more strongly from the start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s done is done. But it’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Designer beamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone has a first time, after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1439,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.790Z",1,"novelbin.me","c4cac974e5328a6431f6ad00a46049fa9ca7db10b1ef1ac77413ee79dc384732","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-323","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-321",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]