Episode 05
“Oh my, your hair is tied up nicely.”
Nibelia spoke in a calm voice, brushing the dirt off her clothes with her small hands.
“It’s okay. No one cares.”
“I tied it up, so I’ll take care of it.”
Don’t you like your hairstyle?
While Deter felt a slight sense of defeat, Solace approached the wizards guarding the entrance to the magic tower.
The tower was a very tall, very large building. Two wizards stood before the first floor, so wide that its curves were impossible to discern.
With his sturdy physique and stylish uniform, he looked more like a knight than a wizard.
“…….”
Nibelia hid herself behind Solace.
Solace patted her younger brother’s arm behind his back, as if trying to calm him down. He was a bit of a brat, but he was quite shy.
“It’s okay. Those people are wizards, so they don’t have swords on their waists.”
“huh.”
Solace greeted the wizards guarding the entrance.
“Hello. I’m here to run an errand for my grandmother.”
Deter, who was behind him, showed a round nameplate made of pure gold from his pocket.
The wizards who saw the nameplate moved aside to open the way.
“Go inside and enter the 13th door, and you will arrive straight at where the Matapju is staying.”
Nibelia and Solace, who had entered, opened their mouths wide.
“It’s snow…!”
“eye!”
Snow fell gently from the overcast sky.
The interior was blue and transparent, like an ice palace.
The wizards were gliding around on bladed shoes or building snowmen that looked like they had a grudge.
All the snowmen had purple and black buttons attached to their eyes.
“oh.”
Deter tapped the ice floor lightly. Some magical treatment had been applied, and though it was cold, it wasn’t slippery.
“Master, young lady. Just in case, please hold my hand….”
“Nini! Don’t lick that!”
In the meantime, Nibelia lay down and tried to lick the floor with her tongue.
Deter hurriedly picked up Nibelia. But Nibelia struggled to lick the ice.
“…It’s not tasty.”
Nibelia, who had finally tasted it, smiled.
“Would that taste good? It’s a land where people walk around wearing shoes.”
“Deter. You can’t take your eyes off Nini so easily.”
Solace said, wiping Nibelia’s mouth with a handkerchief.
My brother didn’t do anything in particular, but he’s already tired.
“I’ve been by your side for four years since you were born, but you’re still so out of control. That’s why every day is so enjoyable.”
“Hehe, really?”
“I really like that positive side of you, young lady.”
There were several doors on the first floor of the tower. Wizards used these doors to ascend and descend the upper floors.
But there was no one in front of the door with the number ’13’ written on it.
“What is this?”
Nibelia pointed to something like a button next to the door.
“This is an elevator. Press this button and the door will open.”
“Nini! Nini wants to press!”
“Press with your finger. Put your tongue in.”
Somehow I pressed the button and the door opened with a ding sound, splitting in two.
“oh.”
Nibelia looked around the door with wide eyes. Inside was a small room, barely big enough to accommodate about fifteen people.
“It’s smaller than a bathroom.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“If you press this, it will take you up to the room where the magic tower master is.”
Solace pressed a button on the wall. The door that had been open closed, and she felt a sudden, floating sensation. Nibelia held Deter’s arm tightly.
“It’s, it’s a little strange….”
Deter lightly patted the young lady on the back.
In less than five minutes the elevator doors opened.
Then, the scent of old wood wafted through the air. The first floor was an ice palace, but the space at the very top, atop the tower, was filled with books. The woody scent came from the wooden furniture.
“excuse me.”
Solace summoned her courage and called out to the Magic Tower Master.
“Lord of the Tower, are you there?”
“Oh, here.”
A voice came out from beyond the high pile of books.
Soon a young looking man appeared.
Long, loose purple hair, tired, bored black eyes.
“The Deiamor kids are here.”
Majia, the owner of the Matapju, greeted the guests with a calm tone.
Solace greeted.
“Hello, Lord Matap.”
“Yes. You are the eldest son, Solace, right?”
“Do you know me?”
Solace was startled when her name was called.
Majia, whose reaction was quite funny, explained obediently.
“You’re a miracle of Deiamor. You don’t look like your grandparents. That’s why I like you. Here, I’ll give you a candy that changes flavor every minute you eat it. I’ll give you three.”
“Go, thank you.”
“You have a good sense of humor.”
Majia’s gaze naturally turned to Nibelia next to her.
For a moment, a look of mixed emotions flashed across his eyes, but soon he frowned and sighed with regret.
“Oh my, you look just like your grandmother.”
“Hello!”
For some reason, Nibelia was the first to greet me, pretending to be friendly.
“Nini. You should be polite and say hello to adults.”
“I don’t do that!”
“Okay, just grow up healthy.”
It seemed that Majia wasn’t particularly expecting Nibelia’s politeness.
“Cat, does anything hurt?”
“I licked some ice earlier, but it tasted bad, so I’m upset and sad.”
Nibelia stuck out her tiny tongue.
“…Did you lick the first floor floor?”
Majia stared at Cheonbangjichuk with a look of utter bewilderment.
“I, Lord Matap.”
It was Solace who broke up the sudden snowball fight.
“Nothing else, I came here to run an errand for my grandmother.”
“Oh, really? An errand?”
Majia waved her hand lightly towards the sofa.
Then, the books and other miscellaneous items piled up around the sofa floated into the air and were neatly arranged into the empty space.
“Wow!”
Solace was impressed.
Majia, sitting at the head of the table, crossed her legs and asked arrogantly.
“So, why did you come?”
“I have a letter from my grandmother. She said she found a pink poisonous mushroom in the forest and wanted to sell it to the magic tower.”
Majia’s eyes sparkled as she read the letter she received.
“…You found something quite valuable.”
Majia touched her chin.
“It’s called the pink staghorn toadstool. It’s a highly toxic mushroom. Just touching it will kill you.”
If you could sell something that was difficult to obtain and handle, Majia would welcome it.
“But the information dealer also said he wanted to buy these mushrooms.”
Solace added a word.
Then Majia clicked her tongue.
“Mrs. Della, you’ve grown up so much. It seems like only yesterday you were following your grandmother around, sobbing.”
Majia giggled, saying that it was really ugly to see her crying.
Then Nibelia pouted her lips with an angry expression.
Deter tilted his head at the girl’s sudden outburst of aggression.
“My grandmother said she would sell the mushrooms to whoever bids the highest price.”
“How much did they charge over there?”
“I don’t know about that. I said I would respond by letter.”
“aha.”
Are you going to have a secret price war?
Majia didn’t know whose trick it was, but she thought it wasn’t too bad.
“Then I will write the answer in the letter and send it to you.”
“all right.”
“You’re welcome. You must have had a hard time getting here. Go to the information desk on the first floor and pick up your souvenirs.”
As soon as Majia finished speaking, the elevator door dinged open.
As I was about to turn around and say hello to the master of the tower, Nibelia suddenly started struggling and jumped out of Deter’s arms.
“Oh, baby…!”
Deter was so surprised that he had no time to stop him.
“profit!”
phut!
Nibelia’s small hand slapped the buttocks of the Matapju.
Majia stared at the attacker with her eyes wide as if they were going to pop out, unable to even scream.
Nibelia growled.
“son of a gun!”
“Nini!”
Solace caught Nibelia late.
Deter ran towards the elevator, holding Solace and Nibelia in his arms.
But Nibelia didn’t stop there.
The baby’s cute middle finger sticks out like a pagoda.
Through the gap in the quickly closing elevator door, the tower owner’s roar of “Hey! You damn brat!” resonated loudly.
But before I could even catch it, the elevator went down.
“Oh my, my heart is pounding for the first time in a while.”
“Nini!”
Unlike the naturally virtuous Deter, Solace was very angry.
“What if you suddenly hit someone!”
“But, I was just kidding…!”
“When did the Lord of the Tower come to Nini….”
“Not Nini!”
Nibelia was still breathing heavily as if she was upset.
“Della is pretty! Kind and pretty!”
“Della? Madam Della, the information officer?”
The three people who came down to the first floor each took the souvenirs that Matapju had mentioned, then quickly boarded the carriage and headed to the square.
The souvenirs from the tower were a model of the tower’s architecture and a pamphlet titled, “It’s not easy to become a wizard, but you can pay to be one.”
Nibelia continued to fume, breathing heavily, until she reached the information building.
“An ugly man cursed at Della! That was bad!”
“Nini, do you know Mrs. Della?”
“Della is Nini’s subordinate! I have to protect her!”
“…Isn’t he similar in age to my grandmother?”
“That’s what they say.”
Deter nodded.
Since the information company deals in information, the information of its employees is completely hidden.
In particular, little is known about the person known as “Della,” who founded the information company. The title “Madam” was simply added for convenience.
But just one thing.
The unique fact was that Mrs. Della was a hero who had followed the Bloody Saint who had carried out merciless massacres and purges over 40 years ago.
This was directly acknowledged by the very blood saint, the Marquis de Muniel Deiamor.
* * *
Dayamoor Onui, who had safely returned to the information center, reported the errand to Muniel.
“Ahaha, did something like that happen?”
Muniel laughed heartily, forgetting all sense of propriety, at the story of Nibelia hitting the buttocks of the Matapju. Nibelia gave him a thumbs-up in triumph.
“…But, Nibelia.”
Muniel, who had completely erased his smile, spoke with a scary face.
“Is it okay to hit people indiscriminately or not?”
“Okay!”
“…….”
“Oh, that won’t work…?”
Nibelia averted her gaze.
But Muniel persistently pursued Nibelia’s eyes. Eventually, Nibelia let out a frightened “Huh.”
“But, but…!”
“And you even raised your middle finger?”
“huh….”
“Where did you learn such bad things….”
Muniel, who was scolding, stopped.
“hmm….”
Was it me?
