Rebirth of the Ruined Noble

Chapter 123 Arrival Of The Towers(1)

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Early in the morning, a hushed sense of anticipation hung in the crisp air in front of the towering gates of the Freljord Academy. Unlike their usual closed demeanor, the academy gates now stood wide open, symbolizing the exceptional occasion that was unfolding. Before those formidable gates, the academy's esteemed faculty members had congregated, forming a diverse assembly of academic minds.

Among the figures assembled, the sharp profile of Professor Iris was unmistakable. She had taken charge of the academy's affairs in the absence of the principal, Jishuka Von Cyprus. Professor Llyod, bearing the marks of his recent recovery from injuries, stood tall in conversation with Professor Isabella. The scene was further enlivened by the presence of numerous servants and staff, all engaged in animated discussions and eager whispers.

As the sun began its ascent, casting a gentle golden hue across the surroundings, the faculty members maintained their positions, casting occasional glances towards the entrance road. Their purpose was clear: they awaited the imminent arrival of distinguished guests, sparking a blend of excitement and curiosity.

Amidst this backdrop of anticipation, Professor Keating struck up a conversation with Professor Llyod. His voice carried a mixture of intrigue and concern as he mused aloud, "It's quite remarkable that the towers have taken an interest in our first-year students this time. I can't help but wonder if these young minds can hold their ground against those formidable challenges."

Professor Llyod's response was a reassuring smile coupled with an observation of his own. "True, the first years might lack the seasoned experience, but their talent is nothing short of monstrous."

The towers, usually reserved for interactions with fourth-year students seeking real-world exposure, had deviated from tradition. This year, they extended their focus to encompass the fledgling talents of the first-year cohort. This departure from the norm, though unprecedented in the academy's history, was also a source of mild anxiety for the professors. 

Experience is often considered more valuable than talent. However, when someone possesses ample talent to conquer those challenges, that's when they're deemed as having a monstrous ability.

Take Zephyr, for instance. He didn't require firsthand experience to learn; a single observation was enough for him to grasp things quickly. In the present year, there were several individuals with such remarkable capabilities, capable of defying the odds. Lately, one name stood out as particularly renowned: 'Eren Pendragon.'

All the professors shared the same thought.

In the midst of their discussions, a voice suddenly broke through the chatter.

"The Tower of Diligence's representative is here!" The declaration sliced through the hum of conversations among the gathered faculty members. All heads swiveled toward the entrance as a splendid white carriage came into view, pulled by a pair of striking stallions. Emerging from within was a figure whose physical prowess was impossible to ignore. Muscles rippled beneath keen, watchful eyes, instantly seizing the attention of those in attendance.

The procession of arrivals unfolded seamlessly. "The Tower of Purity's representative is here!" An aura of refined elegance accompanied the graceful descent of a woman from her carriage. Her gown cascaded like liquid grace, drawing the eye of all who beheld her.

With each successive entrance, a unique aura enveloped the scene. "The Tower of Temperance's representative is here!" A bald man, his fingers trailing over a string of beads, garnered a chorus of respectful gazes from the onlookers. His presence exuded a sense of tranquility that seemed to permeate the air.

"The Tower of Decisiveness's representative is here!" A woman with silver hair cascading down to her hips stepped forth, a rapier secured at her waist. Her poise suggested a readiness for action, capturing the essence of her tower's attribute.

"The Tower of Prudence's representative is here!" Two representatives from the Prudence Tower followed, a pair so alike in appearance that they could be mistaken for twins. Their synchronized gestures of a slight bow held an air of discipline, showcasing their commitment to their tower's virtue.

"The Tower of Justice's representative is here!" The entrance of the next figure bore a sense of familiarity. Aurnox, the very vice master of the Justice Tower had chosen to grace the occasion with his presence. Stepping down from the carriage, his demeanor commanded the respect that befitted his role.

"The Tower of Wisdom's representative is here!" Last to arrive was the envoy from the mightiest among the seven towers—the Tower of Wisdom. An elderly woman graced with a stern countenance embodied the gravity of his tower's essence.

Each arrival carried an air of distinction, as if the very atmosphere shifted to accommodate their presence. These were the luminaries of the Magic world, the ruling council of the Seven Towers, presided over by the Seven Sages. 

Within the grand tapestry of the Mauryan Empire, a prevailing belief held that the pillars of power were upheld by three paramount entities, each wielding influence as distinct as it was potent. At the zenith of this triad reigned the emperor, a figure whose authority was fortified by the unassailable might of the royal army, a force both revered and feared across the expanse of the empire.

Yet, the empire's intricate balance owed its harmony to more than just the emperor's dominion. The second linchpin was the noble faction, a formidable contingent led by the venerable Duke Agnus. This aristocratic assembly bore the weight of tradition and lineage, their sway interwoven with the tapestry of society itself. As they navigated the corridors of power, the nobles' intricate dance of politics echoed like a symphony of influence.

And then, there was the enigmatic third force — the Magic World. Here resided the elusive Seven Towers, the fulcrum upon which the intricacies of mysticism pivoted. This enchanting world, veiled in secrecy and awe, encompassed an assembly of scholarly sorcerers and magical artisans. Their mastery over arcane arts lent an ethereal quality to their dominion, setting them apart as a force to be revered.

Although the triad maintained an outward semblance of camaraderie, the astute could discern the currents of competition subtly underscoring their interactions. Beneath the surface, a ceaseless contest for influence simmered.

The whispers of power within the Mauryan Empire spoke of the magic world, a realm housed within the seven towering edifices, as a force that outshone the other two factions. The master of the Wisdom Tower, Lucus Traumen, held the position of prime minister and first elder of the magic world. Despite this, he was known for his preference for peace, leaving little room for the escalation of conflict among the factions.

However, despite their shared faction, the seven towers were far from exempt from competition. In fact, competition brewed fiercely within their ranks.

"Oh, look who's here, if it isn't the 'Diligent Fool'?" The words were dripping with provocation as the blonde woman emerged from the carriage, her gaze fixed upon a rugged man with fiery red hair.

His retort was sharp and unapologetic, "Huh? What did you say, you goddamn nun?"

The verbal volley escalated as the woman shot back, "Nun? You are itching for a beating, huh?"

"I'm not afraid of frail women. One punch and you'd be three meters under the ground."

Laughter laced with malice followed, "Haha...you need a punch? I can burn you to a crisp with a flick of my wand."

Undeterred, the man's retort cut through, "Is it? I only need a finger to bury you."

The verbal clash continued in a crescendo, both figures locked in a battle of words as if their intent was to physically annihilate each other.

The standoff only concluded when Aurnox, the vice master of the Justice Tower, intervened. "Now, now... please maintain a modicum of decorum. We don't want the juniors to perceive the magic world as a den of mad dogs, do we?"

The rebuke's weight hung in the air, compelling both the man and the woman to silence. It was a testament to hierarchy's authority. In the magic world, hierarchy held absolute sway. Aurnox, holding the position of vice master, commanded deference. Meanwhile, the bickering duo were executives representing their respective towers and, by virtue of their roles, were obligated to display humility in Aurnox's presence.

The scene caught Professor Keating off-guard, his expression morphing into a mask of astonishment. On the other hand, Professor Llyod's response was a knowing smile, as he too was a part of the magic world's intricate hierarchy.

With a gracious demeanor, Professor Iris extended her welcome to all of them and ushered them into the academy. The faculty, in their role as hosts, led the tower representatives towards the auditorium. This expansive hall would soon transform into a stage where the students would be entrusted with their missions.

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