[Translator - Peptobismol]
[Proofreader - Demon God]
Chapter 91 - The Tower of Illusions (1)
"It's true. I know Kaiden."
"That’s impossible! I believe almost anything you say, Head Professor, even that wine is made from grapes. But this is completely different!"
"Of course wine is made from grapes. And why would I wake you up in the middle of the night just to lie?"
"Hmph, well, that’s true…"
Orendi scratched his head.
"So, are you really going to see him now? Are you sure it’s okay?"
"It’s fine. With the competition right around the corner, I need to et with him as soon as possible."
"Well, if that’s the case, let’s go. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and get to have a conversation with the great magic prodigy myself."
Wait, what? Kaiden has this much prestige among mages?
I knew he had talent, but I didn’t realize he was a historical legend and that speaking with him was considered an honor.
"But is rilda coming too?"
"I was thinking of bringing her along. Is that a problem?"
"Well… considering her current attire, it might be a bit inappropriate."
rilda was wearing pajamas with only a light cardigan on top. It was definitely not suitable for a visit to the Tower of Illusions, the equivalent of a graduate school for mages.
"Let’s get changed first."
# # # # #
Orendi, Dian, and the others quickly returned to the house via teleportation.
As rilda rustled around, changing clothes, the noise woke up Knightley.
"Where are you going?"
"Mm, I’m going to the Tower of Illusions with the professor for a bit."
"What? The Tower of Illusions?"
At those words, Knightley sprang out of bed like a coil.
"I’m coming too!"
"You want to co?"
"Would you pass up a chance to visit the Tower of Illusions?"
"Well, no, but you’ll need the professor’s permission…"
"It’s fine, it’s fine. The portal doesn’t have a limit on the number of people."
With that, Knightley quickly threw off her clothes, and the commotion woke up Hindrasta, who rubbed her eyes.
"Is there a war?"
"rilda and I are going to the Tower of Illusions. You can go back to sleep."
"The Tower of Illusions? What kind of nonsense is that in the middle of the night?"
rilda explained the situation, and after thinking it over for a mont, Hindrasta got up as well.
"I’m coming too."
"Why?"
"I’ve got business with a mage."
# # # # #
As Orendi and I waited outside, the kids ca bustling out.
Even Olysia, looking disheveled, joined them.
"Why are all of you going to the Tower of Illusions at this hour…?"
"There’s sothing we need to do. But what about you guys?"
"We’re coming along too. Good evening, Professor Orendi."
"Good evening."
Knightley and Hindrasta greeted Orendi with a polite bow.
They’re all coming along?
Well, I guess there’s no harm in it. The Tower of Illusions isn’t an easy place to visit, so this could be a good opportunity to broaden their horizons and give them valuable experience.
"Alright, let’s all go."
"I’ll open the portal now."
"Wow!"
As Orendi conjured the dinsional portal, rilda let out an exclamation of awe. Knightley’s eyes were wide with amazent as well.
Only Hindrasta seed unimpressed, her expression bored.
"Take care, Olysia."
I waved to Olysia before stepping through the portal.
# # # # #
"Is this the right place?"
As soon as we erged from the portal, rilda asked the question.
"What is this place?"
Knightley looked around in confusion.
We were standing at the top of a gentle hill.
Below us stretched a forest that carpeted the land all the way to the horizon.
The sky was filled with a strange mixture of purple and green auroras, twisting and turning, while shooting stars fell constantly.
"Professor, are we in the wrong place?"
Hindrasta asked, to which Orendi scratched his head.
"No, this is right. The coordinates are correct."
"Let’s head down."
With Hindrasta leading the way, we descended the hill.
"Gasp!"
Suddenly, rilda let out a sharp breath, trembling.
"What’s wrong?"
"P-Pr-Professor! What in the world are you wearing?!"
rilda pointed towards the edge of the forest, where darkness hung like a thick curtain, blocking the view ahead. She was breathing heavily, not looking at , but at the forest.
"I can’t believe it… How could soone as noble as you wear sothing so…"
rilda muttered, still staring into the forest as she clutched her chest.
"You must be trying to make up for what happened earlier… Professor, I’m so touched."
Without warning, rilda started unbuttoning her uniform, one button at a ti.
"The ten years I’ve waited... I knew this day would co when I could finally prove that waiting for my beloved warrior was not in vain…"
"No!"
"I didn’t see anything, Head Professor!"
Just as rilda was about to rip her shirt open, Knightley and Hindrasta rushed over and stopped her.
Orendi squeezed his eyes shut and turned away, while I focused on the forest instead of looking at rilda.
There was nothing there.
"Wait… what the…?"
Now it was Knightley’s turn to tilt her head in confusion as she glanced towards the forest.
"Professor...? What are you doing there?"
Now it’s Knightley’s turn?
"Why are you standing there naked…? What did you say?"
Knightley’s amber eyes widened.
"You’re saying we’re no longer just professor and student...? You want to give special personal lessons, sothing totally different…?"
Knightley hesitated for a mont, then her expression lted into a dreamy smile as she swayed.
"Yes, Professor… That’s what I’ve always wanted. Please teach ... not combat... but... sothing else…"
"Hindrasta, grab her!"
Hindrasta quickly tackled Knightley and dragged her back as she tried to run into the forest.
"What’s wrong with them? What did they see to lose their minds like this?"
"It’s an illusion spell."
"Illusion spell? I don’t see anything."
"That’s because you’re a dragon and immune to magic. Look at Orendi."
Orendi was flailing wildly, swinging his arms in every direction.
"No, stop! We can’t do this! We’ll get in big trouble!"
I wonder what he’s seeing.
"You ntioned the Tower of Illusions, right? Is the forest covered in illusion magic, and that’s why everyone is enchanted?"
"Possibly. Even this scenery might be an illusion."
"Hooh, this illusion magic is fascinating. But what are they seeing?"
"Probably their deepest desires."
"Desires…"
Hindrasta shuddered as she watched Knightley and rilda, who were still crying out for , clearly caught up in their fantasies.
"Hey, Dian. Why aren’t you affected?"
"I’m not an ordinary human. Do you think I’d fall for sothing like this?"
At that mont, soone erged from the forest. Was it Kaiden?
"Hey, you! Cut the magic— Huh?"
But it wasn’t Kaiden.
It was...
"Professor Isra?"
It was Professor Isra, the elf, walking toward gracefully.
But why wasn’t she wearing any clothes?
Isra stopped in front of and spoke.
"Professor Dian."
"What are you doing here? And why are you naked?"
"I was waiting for you."
"Why are you not wearing any clothes?"
"Clothes are just a botherso barrier between us."
With that, Isra raised her hand and gently stroked my cheek.
"I’ve always admired you."
"You don’t hate ?"
"That was just an act to hide my true feelings. Outwardly, I would say harsh words to you, but inside, I always wondered how warm it would feel to be in your arms."
Isra smiled warmly, an expression that could lt anyone’s heart, as she pressed herself against .
I could feel her soft chest squish against vividly.
"Professor, let’s beco one."
"This is troubleso. There are students and Professor Orendi here."
"It doesn’t matter. Let everyone see. In fact, I’d prefer it. I want to announce to the world that I’ve beco yours and that I belong only to you."
"Haha, you crazy bastard."
I laughed softly and flicked her forehead.
"Know your limits."
Isra looked confused, not understanding my words, so I smiled.
"A pureblood elf wouldn’t say such vulgar things. If you’re going to do sothing like this, at least do your research properly."
"The dark elf hasn’t even shown up yet."
Now I noticed, behind a tree, a dark-skinned Kirrin was nervously watching , only her upper body visible.
Seeing that, I chuckled and flicked my thumb and middle finger sharply.
"Enough with the gas."
As my fingers snapped, Isra’s illusion crumbled into a shower of glittering sand.
Though it was only an illusion, I had to admit that the sight of a naked Isra had been quite sothing. A sha, really.
"Professor? Where did you go?"
"No! I was so close!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The mont the illusion dissipated, Knightley and rilda scread in frustration, and Orendi collapsed onto the ground with a panicked shout.
Only Hindrasta stood, arms crossed, looking at the humans with disgust.
"These insane humans… What kind of filthy, disgusting fantasies do you live in every day?"
As the illusion magic was dispelled, the forest quickly receded, and the fantastic auroras in the sky disappeared.
What remained before us was a small, dilapidated cabin.
It was leaning at about a 40-degree angle, its pillars rotting and crumbling.
Half of the roof had caved in, and the structure was so covered in moss and vines that at a glance, it looked like a pile of rocks.
A single person stood in front of it.
He had neatly trimd black hair and pale skin, with eyes that were almost fox-like in their slits. He was dressed in a black robe.
"It’s been a long ti, Dian."
Kaiden greeted with a smile.
[Translator - Peptobismol]
[Proofreader - Demon God]
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