The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

71 – In the Car with the Secretary

The peculiar carriage carrying the Tower Master and his secretary departed from the tower grounds, bid farewell by many.

As the carriage gradually receded into the distance, smiles spread across the faces of the wizards. It was because the two who had been restraining them were finally gone.

It had been said repeatedly, but the tower was structurally rotten from the start.

The operating expenses of the tower were allocated more generously the more one bowed to the Tower Master, and all they did was handle requests from outside. Even that was entirely handled by the newcomers, causing a flood of complaints.

Embezzlement was a given, and indulgence was merely a hobby. How could Franz have stood by and watched that? Naturally, as soon as he took the position of Tower Master, he reformed it from the ground up.

However, the old men of the tower only saw it as suppression.

In any case, the disappearance of Franz and Arian was good news for the wizards of the so-called ‘back in my day’ era.

Not only the Tower Master but also the secretary who tormented them on his behalf were gone, so their world had finally arrived.

“Hey, hey, let’s all take a break today.”

The wizards, having returned to their respective laboratories, all declared a strike.

They took out tea leaves from the cupboard, brewed tea, and placed the secretly hidden snacks on the table.

“Isn’t this really nice?”

“Haha, indeed. It might be a bit inappropriate to say this, but the current Tower Master was quite strict.”

“He’s so young. Working like that from such a young age, how could he live long?”

As the two leisurely enjoyed their tea time, they suddenly saw someone working.

It was the youngest, who had not been there long.

He was deciphering a magic book that had come in as a request.

“Hey, Galan.”

“Yes, senior.”

“Come over here and rest. When else will you rest if not on a day like today?”

“I, I…”

“Hey, we’re all taking a break, why should you be the only one working? Come quickly and have a cup of tea.”

It was a heartwarming scene of a senior taking care of the junior.

This phenomenon occurred because Franz had become a public enemy, so in a way, it could be said it was thanks to Franz.

However, their leisure did not last long.

“How many requests do we have today?”

“About ten, I think.”

“Sigh…”

Those who loved to play were now contemplating whether to work. There was no Tower Master or secretary in the tower.

Over the past year, working properly under Franz, their bodies had naturally adapted to it.

Besides, when the Tower Master returns, we’ll have to handle all the backlog at once. It’s better to deal with it leisurely now than to be busy later.

If we get caught and the academy’s operating budget gets cut, we might have to downgrade the premium tea leaves we’re using now to high-grade ones.

That was something we had to prevent at all costs.

“Shall we start working…?”

“I was just thinking the same. There are so many issues in the world that need our touch, we can’t afford to rest.”

“Galan, go and bring the request forms.”

Such reactions were not limited to them but were happening throughout the entire tower.

Of course, some of the old folks didn’t care and were taking it easy, but they were the ones who would take it easy whether Franz was there or not.

The problem was,

‘Phew, it’ll be fine, right?’

Thanks to Franz’s efforts, the tower started to function normally again, but he couldn’t relax while driving.

These guys caused trouble every day, and now that he and Arian were gone, who knows what would happen. It would be a relief if the tower didn’t split in half.

As Franz sighed with such worries, Arian, who was next to him, asked.

“Is something wrong?”

“Well, I’m worried about the tower.”

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry too much and let’s just focus on attending the party for now.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

From his tone to his expression, Arian seemed quite excited.

It seemed he was happy to be returning home after a long time.

“Oh, by the way, the family was delighted to hear that the Tower Master is coming.”

“Really…?”

Being welcomed was, of course, a happy thing. But it also came with a lot of pressure. He worried about not living up to their expectations.

Moreover, the other party wasn’t just anyone but a duke’s family, which added to the burden.

‘It’ll be fine…’

After all, it’s just a party. Compared to what he had been through with the villainesses, this was nothing.

“By the way, did you have breakfast? The sandwich shop you usually go to is closed today, isn’t it?”

“So I skipped it.”

“What? We have a long way to go, are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“We’ll stop for a meal along the way.”

Since they were out anyway, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a meal in a place with a nice view.

It seemed like there was a place where you could see a wide lake if you kept going this way….

Franz was trying to recall that memory.

“Would you like to have this, if you don’t mind…?”

Arian took out a wooden box from her magic pouch, opened the lid, and showed its contents.

Inside the wooden box was a sandwich.

A rather appetizing-looking sandwich.

“Then give me one.”

Franz, who was already hungry, extended one hand to Arian while keeping the other on the handle.

Arian handed him the sandwich.

‘Oh, this is good.’

Taking a big bite of the sandwich, Franz felt quite satisfied with the taste.

The ingredients were fresh, and the bread seemed to be of quite good quality.

“Where did you buy this?”

Thinking it might be good to know in case the usual shop was closed like today, Franz asked Arian, but her answer was unexpected.

“I didn’t buy it…?”

“Then?”

“I made it.”

“You made it yourself?”

“Yes, I thought you might get hungry on the way.”

Who would have thought she made it herself….

It was surprising. Nobles usually don’t cook themselves. And since it tasted so good, he naturally assumed it was from a shop.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. It was so good I mistook it for something from a shop.”

“I’m glad it suited your taste.”

“Can I have another one?”

Franz reached out again, and Arian gave him another sandwich.

After satisfying his hunger and driving for a while.

“What is your ideal type, Master of the Tower?”

Just as Franz finished swallowing the sandwich, Arian asked.

Ideal type….

It was a sudden question, but he was grateful she brought up a topic to keep the conversation going and keep herself from dozing off in the passenger seat.

It seemed like the passenger seat was a sleeping room for some people, as they would fall asleep as soon as they sat there.

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Then think about it now.”

“Hmm… I guess it would be the same as other men? A woman who cooks well, is family-oriented, and raises children well. But before that, her personality should match mine.”

“I see. Got it.”

What did she mean by that?

If she wanted to continue the conversation, she should have, but she just stopped, which was quite ironic.

“Then what about you? What’s your ideal type?”

In the end, Franz asked her the question in return.

Fortunately, since she brought up the topic first, there would be no misunderstanding.

“M-me, me?!”

“Yeah, who else is here besides you?”

“Well, first of all, it would be nice if he was the same age as me… And, um, he should be good at magic, cool, and handsome…”

Does such a person even exist?

First of all, the age is a problem. People in this world usually get married in their early twenties.

Since she is the same age as me, she must be in her late twenties.

It would probably be hard to find someone of the same age.

And on top of that, he should be cool, handsome, and good at magic?

‘What kind of guy is favored by the gods like that?’

I hope such a guy doesn’t exist in this world.

It would just make me feel unfair.

But since I couldn’t say that out loud, Franz answered appropriately.

“I hope you meet someone like that.”

“Yeah, I really hope I do. Please, I really hope so.”

There was an inexplicable thorn in Arian’s words.

Is she being pressured to get married quickly at home?

Maybe she is. If she waits a little longer, she might be too old to find someone.

They continued their conversation, and before they knew it, they had arrived at a hill with a great view.

“Let’s take a break here. Sitting for too long makes you tired.”

If there had been a rest area, they would have eaten something like roasted potatoes or grilled squid, which was a shame.

“Should we just build a rest area while supplying the car this time?”

“I’ll seriously consider it if I receive the title of Duke later.”

“I think the income would be quite good.”

Eventually, the two got out of the car and had a quiet conversation while overlooking the large lake.

In the midst of this, Arian suddenly spoke in a meaningful voice.

“Master of the Magic Tower…!”

“Yes?”

“You know, actually…”

Just as Arian was about to say something.

[Ma, Master of the Magic Tower, can you hear me…? The Saintess has come to see you….]

A telepathic message came from the clerk.