Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 45

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Chapter 45

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The Gray Tower, known as the Tower of Knowledge and Arrogance, was more famous among ordinary people by the name of Monteo’s Lighthouse in the Royal Capital.

This was because the Magic Tower’s lights never went out, not even at midnight or until dawn.

Last night, Chaser, who had stayed out overnight and returned to the Magic Tower early in the morning, greeted his colleagues who were wandering the corridors like zombies from the fatigue of all-night research as he headed to the top of the Magic Tower.

The reason he didn’t use magic to reach the top floor in one go and deliberately took the trouble to use the stairs was because he needed time to organize his thoughts.

This morning, when he woke up not at the Magic Tower but at Belinda’s mansion, he had sensed that the situation was not ordinary.

His whole body ached, and his neck was stiff, just like when he had once woken up after being beaten by some woman who was a housekeeper at the annex.

Finally, seeing that the glass windows in the annex corridor were broken here and there, Chaser was certain.

That ‘the night him’ had caused quite a commotion at the mansion.

‘I need to confirm how much they know.’

It was a secret that must not be discovered by others, even more so than the fact that he was a dark mage.

Chaser anticipated various reactions from Belinda. If she knew too much, he would have to silence her by force if necessary.

“You fainted while I was helping to manage my servant’s magic, so I let you sleep one night at my mansion.”

“What? Strange behavior shown at night? Ah… you mean that.”

Chaser brought up all sorts of magic circles in his mind so he could cast magic at any time while maintaining a smiling face.

And then.

“I heard from Vivian. You have sleepwalking, don’t you?”

“Ah…”

“Terry had quite a hard time stopping you from suddenly casting magic spells in the middle of the night. Don’t worry, I won’t charge you for the corridor window glass.”

The worst-case scenario evaporated from his mind in an instant.

Though his tension had been pointless, he felt relieved on one hand as he returned to the Magic Tower.

Chaser, who had reached the top floor, straightened his clothes and lightly knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

As soon as the rough voice like scraping metal was heard, Chaser entered the Magister’s room with a broad smile.

The room, which occupied an entire floor, was filled with all sorts of strange experimental tools, old books, and stuffed magical creatures.

In the center of it all was an old man with a gaunt, stern appearance.

He was a pioneer in magical creature and chimera research, though some mocked him for wielding a sword more often than a magic staff.

The Magister, who didn’t hesitate to get creature blood on his hands from morning, spoke sharply without giving his disciple’s visit even a glance.

“I told you not to leave the Magic Tower after midnight. You don’t want me to think that my disciple ran away like your brother, do you?”

Despite the sharp criticism, Chaser bowed his head gently without losing his smile.

“You know who my current client is. If I butter them up well, they seem likely to invest heavily in the Magic Tower, so I’m trying to please them a bit.”

Only then did the Magister turn to look at Chaser.

Something like a faint smile flickered across his face, which looked like a withered old tree.

“Hah, as expected of someone from lowly slave origins, your begging skills are remarkable. Well, if there’s something to use, you’d have to use even your body.”

“I haven’t forgotten the grace of taking a lowly slave as your disciple, Master.”

“Yes, that’s how it should be. Unlike your twin brother who ran away without knowing the grace of being raised, you, Chaser, are one who knows gratitude.”

Fondness appeared in the Magister’s eyes as he looked at Chaser.

However, it was not the look of seeing a praiseworthy disciple, but rather like someone admiring and praising their own work of art that they had poured their heart into creating.

“Take care of your health. Every time I see you, your complexion gets darker.”

“Thank you for your concern. Well, since I’ve seen you too, Master, I’ll return to my dormitory now.”

Chaser’s face, which had been smiling until the end, turned coldly serious as soon as he left the Magister’s room.

“Son of a bitch.”

How dare he bring up his brother’s story.

In Chaser’s gray eyes that were grinding out curses in a low voice, an ominous purple light appeared instead of gold.

He could barely resist the desire to tear the Magister apart and kill him right now.

Though his body bore the mark of a slave that prevented him from harming his master, dark magic would gladly ignore even that slave’s mark and let him stain his hands with the Magister’s blood.

Killing the Magister.

That desire for revenge was so desperate that he had ended up learning dark magic.

However, Chaser endured.

Not yet, not yet.

Hadn’t he just now found traces of dark magic circles related to souls?

The summit was right before his eyes. He couldn’t lose his way over mere revenge.

Then, a fit of coughing burst out convulsively.

Chaser, who was leaning against the wall to calm his coughing, let out a hollow laugh when he saw blood mixed in the sleeve that covered his mouth.

“Ha.”

His body was weakening to the point that even the Magister could notice.

It was because the two souls dwelling within his body were gradually eating away at his flesh.

If left like this, the weaker soul would die first.

“I can’t die like this.”

He gripped his collar near his heart tightly as if enduring pain and whispered desperately.

“Not yet, not yet.”

He barely managed to soothe his anxious heart.

Everything was going according to his plan.

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“Chaser, your client is here!”

Late at night past midnight, someone knocked urgently on Chaser’s door and spoke hastily.

The man looked down at the young apprentice mage who had come on an errand with a sullen expression and asked.

“The Magic Tower let in an outsider past midnight?”

“How would I know? It’s your client. They said they had an appointment to meet with you at this time and are stubbornly holding out in the drawing room. Anyway, I’ve delivered the message. Whether you go or not is up to… gah.”

He grabbed the cloak of the little mage who was turning around, lifted him up dangling, and threatened him.

“Hey, this Lord Chaser is in a very bad mood from lack of sleep, you know? Unlike usual, I might be quite rough. So speak properly, will you? What about this Lord Chaser’s client?”

“Ack! Let go, Chaser! Who doesn’t know you go crazy every night? This is why I was trying to run away!”

The man who shook the struggling boy like a threshing machine until he finally spilled all the information put his hands in his pockets and sauntered down to the first-floor drawing room.

It wasn’t strange that the Magic Tower was more active at night than during the day, but letting in outsiders was a different matter.

Moreover, they said the Magister didn’t drive the guest away but personally guided them to the drawing room.

‘Just how big a shot are they that the old man who roots himself on the top floor like a carnivorous plant actually moved?’

Though it felt unsettling, since they said there was an appointment to meet Chaser, he couldn’t back out now claiming ignorance.

He had no choice but to skillfully act as ‘Chaser’ as usual and deceive this so-called client.

He stood in front of the drawing room, kneading his face and creating something resembling a smile.

Though it was clearly a crooked smile, the man who checked his reflection in the window nodded satisfactorily, then kicked open the drawing room door and politely greeted his guest.

“Oh my, who is this? Isn’t it our valued customer? How did such a humble person come to this precious place…”

The man who had swaggered into the drawing room like a thug with a slovenly gait froze in place after confirming the visitor’s face.

“We can say this isn’t our first meeting, right?”

The woman who had violently captivated his gaze with overwhelming strength even while being smashed into the corridor wall.

Today she was wearing glasses for some reason, but there was no way he couldn’t recognize that face.

“That woman from the mansion back then…”

The man opened his mouth defensively with the same dazed expression as that day.

“An angel?”

Something like a deflating laugh came from somewhere, but the man’s gaze remained fixed on Belinda, unable to move.

“Terry, wait outside.”

At those words, something like a long broom made of dog hair that had been behind the woman shuffled out of the drawing room.

Now that he looked, it was a person, not a broom, but it didn’t matter either way.

Left alone together, the man and Belinda, she gestured arrogantly toward the seat across from her.

“I’ll allow you to call me Belinda.”

“Then I’ll call you Sister Belinda.”

The man quietly took his seat and stole a glance at Belinda.

When their eyes met, his heart rate gradually increased and heat rushed to his face.

‘Huh? Why is this happening?’

He wondered if this body had finally gone completely mad.

If not that, then…

‘Could she have cast some kind of mind control magic?’

He scanned his body with mana detection, but saw no particular traces of magic.

The man forcibly tore his gaze away from the woman and scrambled for something to say.

“I usually don’t take requests at night.”

“That’s right, I never made an appointment to meet with Chaser in the middle of the night.”

He was about to nod carelessly when he barely came to his senses.

“What?”

“It’s natural that you wouldn’t know. You’re not Chaser, after all.”

“…”

“Isn’t that right, Kiss?”

When the name of someone who had died in the Mage Republic over ten years ago finally came from the woman’s lips, the man burst into a hollow laugh.

‘I’ve been had.’

Like an idiot, he had fallen for the other party’s scheme.

If he had thought about it just a little more carefully, there was no way Chaser would make an appointment to meet someone after midnight.

He had acted rashly upon hearing that even the Magister had stepped forward.

“Chaser…”

He had thought this day would come eventually.

This body no longer had the strength to contain two souls.

“Did Chaser send you? To kill me?”

Belinda neither confirmed nor denied it.

She simply rose with elegant movements and spoke as if giving him a choice.

“If you want to know the truth, come find me.”

I’ll gladly leave my window open for you at night.

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