The Player Hides His Past

Chapter 595

Chapter 595 – Special Week (1) #PART1

Magic Tower.

A unique social space.

The Floating Garden.

A group of adept mages gathered around a table.

Everyone was holding their breath.

Thud.

A hand slams down on the table.

“Surely, this can’t be the first time in the long history of the Magic Tower!”

“Oooh, did you find something, Ms. Jibril?”

“Of course. Let your eyes enlighten you instead of your words, Lynne.”

Snap.

Jibril opened a thick book and placed it on the table.

As for what the book is about.

It was a ?Guide to the Truth? that briefly summarized the history of the Magic Tower.

“Ohhh……!”

Lynne exclaimed as she flipped through the pages.

“But is this supposed to be believable? None of it seems to make any sense to me, Miss Jibril. It’s a novel, a novel. I mean, since when has our Magic Tower been such a free-spirited group……?!”

Whoop.

Jibril snatched the book away from Lynne, who had begun to rant. Lynne looked frustrated, but pitifully, no sympathy was showered upon her.

“What kind of place do you think the Magic Tower is, Lynne?”

Still, let’s remember, Noblesse Oblige.

Jibrel showed some recognition to Lynne. In order to help Lynne, who was the least behind among adept mages, she had personally opened ?Guide to the Truth? to the last page.

“So you mean to read this to me, Miss Jibril?”

It was written in the last paragraph.

Chief Lee Hoyeol, proclaiming a special conference organized by the chief.

“It says…”

“Lynne, don’t you still not see something strange about that?”

“Strange? Hmm, the handwriting is too straight…….”

A sigh that bursts out.

If we wait for Lynne to realize, the story will never end.

Klee replied for the anguished Lynne.

“You mean someone didn’t just rewrite it, right?”

“Huh? Now that you think about it, is that really true? This book was the first thing we borrowed and acquired as soon as we ran to Emerald Hall right after Chief Lee’s lecture on reversal magic. Wait, then, really?”

“Of course not, I don’t think there’s anything but magic in the Magic Tower, Lynne.”

That’s right.

?Guide to the Truth? was a magical book that kept a record of the big events in the Magic Tower for itself. As you can see, if you turn the page a little further forward.

“The last words of the devil worshippers who devoured the Magic Tower are also recorded.”

The implications of that statement were obvious to the clueless Lynne.

“Well, then you’re saying that the events I just read out are not fiction and are all true? No, then this is not the time! We need to prepare too!”

Even the clueless Lynne knew the key.

The important thing is that it is a ‘special conference’ and not hosted by the chief.

Lynne again begins to list the reasons why the special conference is special.

“Miss Jibril. And Miss Klee, have you not heard of the taboos and forbidden areas of the Magic Tower, the very foundation of the Magic Tower, that even we adept mages cannot overcome!”

The Taboo and the Forbidden.

The basement of the Magic Tower, the Mugan and the Amethyst Hall, to name a few. One of the adept mages spoke up at Lynne’s words.

“I don’t know about Mugan, but I’d like to see the Amethyst Hall open. Why, rumors abound that the senior mages of the previous era are there, gnashing their teeth at the current senior mages!”

Jibril shrugged.

“Well, I suppose one can hope.”

It was impossible for this ‘special week’ to be without incident, according to recorded past anecdotes, so the question naturally arose.

“Why?”

Jibril muttered quietly.

“What kind of judgment would Chief Lee have made under these circumstances?”

Let alone having a deep conversation with Chief Lee.

I’d never seen him up close and personal.

No wonder.

Where would an adept mage ever come face to face with a chief mage?

The only chance they had was.

The Topaz Hall preliminary examination.

‘No matter what, I’d like to decline that option.’

Jibril cleared her throat.

“yányán.”

As she said, the Special Conference was bound to cause great confusion. It was even harder to understand when compared to the previous special conferences held during the peaceful days of the Arcana continent.

There were still more than half of the Ten Thrones that were more powerful than all the demons they had ever faced combined.

The God of War, who had fled the Pantheon. His whereabouts are still unknown.

Also, looking back at the Oak Auction’s behavior not long ago.

‘You never know what’s going to happen next and where.’

But it was Chief Lee’s decision.

“Still, I’m sure he means well, so, Lynne, what can you do about that shaky leg of yours from earlier? I’m really starting to fall in love with you.”

Likewise, a table in the floating garden.

dalkag.

Jesse set down her teacup and muttered.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this…….”

It was the cone hat that answered her.

-What’s so wrong with me, a Tower Master, eavesdropping a little on the conversations of adept mages? There is no need to imitate Chief Lee, who is stubborn even in unnecessary details, Jesse.

Jesse’s cone hat allowed her to eavesdrop on the conversation among Jibril’s group. It also allowed Jesse to keep track of what the Special Conference meant.

-It’s an event that even I haven’t experienced. Chief Lee and Marcelo the little Tower Master have done something so outlandish that I can’t even begin to guess what’s going on.

It wasn’t a big deal.

The Tower Master in the cone hat had searched the archmage’s knowledge earlier.

But there was nothing that could be of any real help.

Each of them had experienced the Special Conference at different times.

The only thing they had in common was a series of extraordinary events.

For example.

-It wouldn’t be strange if a red moon appeared in the sky right now.

The Magic Tower holds vast secrets.

To the extent that the boundaries are blurred by the secret.

This meant that the influence it had on those around it was bound to be great.

Jesse remained silent, lost in thought.

Oh my, did this old man say something for nothing?

The Tower Master was inwardly worried and spoke to Jesse.

-But you know better than anyone that there’s nothing to worry about, right? Who made the decision? I hate to admit it, but it’s our brilliant, Chief Lee.

But Jesse didn’t listen to the bland consolations.

Ever since she’d unwittingly eavesdropped on the adepts’ conversation about the special conference, Jesse’s mind had been focused on one place.

‘Amethyst Hall.’

Jesse remembered.

-“There was a light, Miss Jesse. In the Amethyst Hall.”

Matisse Dean Karl, Senior Mage of the Black Magic.

He smiled, unmoved by emotion. Jesse knew. The only time Matisse smiled was when it concerned Chief Lee.

‘The light, it must be something to do with him.’

The Amethyst Hall, a space granted only to mages of the senior rank and above.

To determine the identity of the light.

Jesse had aimed for a senior mage.

But the opportunity would come sooner than she expected.

‘Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t work hard.’

Jesse shook her head.

I just don’t want to waste an opportunity that doesn’t come easily.

I returned the teacup using magic and stood up.

-Where are you suddenly in such a hurry?

Jesse raised a brow.

“To check on something.”

-What do you mean, check on what?

“To see if there’s a red moon in the sky right now, and……. ”

It was a smile that would send chills down ‘someone’s’ spine.

“And the light in Amethyst Hall.”

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