Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52
“It is an honorable title that only a Grand Mage capable of freely wielding and transmitting ancient temporal magic can obtain. I am honored to meet such a person.”
Even if Serpina Rosena was a prodigy, at that time she would have been consumed by her thirst for vengeance and unable to remain solely within the Magic Tower.
How could my sister, who was merely one of the exceptionally talented mages, have used the forbidden regression magic without even ancient magical artifacts?
The decisive figure who made that possible was none other than the Magic Tower Master standing before my eyes.
Asteron, the Magic Tower Master who cherished his prized disciple dearly and despised the Empire’s tyranny, actively cooperated with Serpina’s vengeance.
He supplemented what my sister lacked in her imperfect mastery of temporal magic and helped her travel to the desired time period.
‘Yet he couldn’t remember anything upon seeing my sister?’
‘My teacher had too much pride in his own magic to assist with the actual casting. He only passed down the knowledge. And should I turn back time, he placed a curse formula so that those belonging to this Magic Tower would not remember.’
Because I was included in that curse formula, I myself wouldn’t remember doing such things, but to my sister and me, he is like a benefactor.
The expression my sister wore at that time was so complex and tender that I hoped an opportunity would arise for her to remain in the Magic Tower and continue her studies.
Of course….
“Heh, hehe, hmm, huh, th, that you would kn, know such a thing—quite the p, profound insight, hm, hmm, huh!”
I hadn’t expected him to show his approval so openly, with his lips quivering like that.
I had heard that the current Magic Tower Master was not someone who particularly enjoyed wielding authority.
Not only authority, but he was said to be the type who despised trusting in his own abilities and looking down on others as a matter of principle.
The reason the Imperial Household could not suppress magic as actively as they did divine power was likely largely due to this Asteron, the Magic Tower Master.
He defied the Council of Elders without hesitation, so he would readily defy the Imperial Household’s words whenever necessary—he was the sort of man who would stand against them. Perhaps he had even more enemies than Rosena.
“I cannot express how much the Young Duke praises the Magic Tower Master’s insight and unfathomable knowledge.”
Yet such a principled Magic Tower Master was weak to praise.
Sometimes there are moments when even knowing that others’ words—and even one’s own—are mere flattery, one’s mood improves.
And the Magic Tower Master before me was in precisely such a state. He had already forgotten the moment of displeasure he felt toward Minabell due to her age, and he continued to chuckle contentedly.
“No need to be so formal before me. Excessive formality is rather inconvenient for me, so speak comfortably. Ah, if you’re worried about too many ears listening, then hurry upstairs.”
At last, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.
When I glanced back at Minabell and Elian, both of them nodded, understanding that we had overcome the crisis.
Minabell exhaled a sigh and covered her mouth.
“I need to earn more points.”
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The Magic Tower Master’s chamber appeared to be a place where the concept of organization did not apply.
But I said nothing, fearing it might give a bad impression, and merely observed. Besides, it seemed Elian was more stressed by this situation than I was.
“Our young lady is not in good health. We would appreciate your consideration in allowing her to rest comfortably. If you have dismissed the Magic Tower’s attendants, I shall personally prepare a seat for the young lady.”
“Ah, that’s not necessary. You need not concern yourself so much. Elian, that’s enough.”
“I have yet to meet a single noble who claims not to care but truly doesn’t.”
Asteron replied in a tone that was impossible to tell whether he was being sarcastic or sincere, then snapped his fingers once.
As if responding to the finger snap, a velvet chair glided smoothly toward me.
“I’ve even received stern warnings that I must treat my sister with utmost care, so I cannot be negligent. Now then, let me see about how to address you….”
“Please feel free to call me as you wish.”
“Then I shall not hesitate—Flotie?”
I had said to call me freely, but I hadn’t expected him to abandon formality to this extent.
What could I expect from someone who calls my sister Serpina? Elian wore an expression of shock at the collapse of propriety.
Just leave it alone, Elian.
How could we possibly know what other secrets the Magic Tower Master standing before us is hiding?
“Thank you for so graciously offering your assistance.”
“No. I accepted because I have my own curiosities to satisfy, so don’t mistake this for pure benevolence. My calculations are always precise.”
“Though I lack any remarkable talent, I will cooperate wholeheartedly during my stay.”
As I answered readily, he turned to look at me with an expression of surprise.
Did he expect me to be coy? I had already heard several proposals from Serpina Rosena before coming here.
The Magic Tower Master is interested in my body, which cannot even form a mana circle, and wishes to analyze why the sacred relic shows even slight healing properties.
In exchange for cooperating with this, I received a promise to remain in the Magic Tower until I depart for the Holy Kingdom and to use teleportation.
“Perhaps it would be most convenient to first remove and show you the sacred relic I’m wearing around my neck. Or if you prefer to begin with something else, that is no concern of mine.”
“Now I see—you’ve already heard everything I was going to ask for.”
“Surely you didn’t think nothing would be shared between sisters so affectionate?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a sister.”
He laughed heartily and gestured toward a concealed space adjacent to the ruined chamber, as if to guide us there.
He wanted to speak with me alone. I’d be lying if I said I felt no wariness.
Elian’s expression showed she wanted to object immediately.
“I will accompany you. Even if you are the Crown Prince, I will not leave the young lady alone with you.”
“Your maid is quite loyal, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is a child I hold very dear.”
But just as I was about to soothe Elian, saying this wasn’t the time for such concerns, an unexpected voice cut us off.
“Whatever you’re about to propose to Tiae! Let me do it instead!”
“Minabell?”
How could she be so fearless, knowing what Asteron was about to propose to me?
“Uh?”
Asteron himself, momentarily flustered, let out a strange sound that stripped away not only the Magic Tower Master’s authority but even the bare minimum conditions of human dignity.
Minabell stood with her hand raised high, making an incomprehensible declaration.
Was it a powerful statement demanding attention, a mark of her presence? Perhaps it was a sign language used in her world.
“Minabell, the Master and I have already agreed to discuss certain matters—”
“You have no idea what kind of proposal the Magic Tower Master is going to make to you, Tiae! But I know! Hey, Asteron! Or rather, Magic Tower Master!”
“Oh ho.”
Asteron seemed genuinely intrigued by Minabell’s audacious attitude.
Do eccentrics understand each other?
“I don’t sense any magical power, but you’re seeing something. Yet it’s invisible to my eyes, though its existence seems to be around this level?”
Asteron strode forward and suddenly grasped at empty space before Minabell’s eyes.
Crackle.
It was the moment when, for the first time, I could see what that “status window” truly was.
It didn’t reveal its exact form, but in that instant, something appeared in response to Asteron’s magical power.
Minabell screamed.
“Stop!”
“To glimpse a fragment of the world itself… It appears to be a kind of prophecy. No, it’s too scattered to be prophecy. And it even crosses between worldlines.”
“It doesn’t matter whether it’s a prophecy or anything else! The truth is, you just want to find a disciple to torment the Council of Elders with at the Magic Tower alongside yourself—so stop bothering Tiae!”
“A disciple?”
I had never heard such a thing before.
This was something I had never even discussed with Serpina Rosena.
Before I could hide my bewildered expression, I turned to Asteron, and he released a long, theatrical sigh—the kind that sounded like an actor’s exaggerated performance.
It felt as though I were witnessing the mastermind behind some grand scheme watching all their plans crumble to dust.
“It appears the Master of the Magic Tower owes me a proper explanation.”
This was not a matter I could simply laugh off and move past.
It was true that Serpina Rosena had been Asteron’s disciple in my previous life. But now, she was unmistakably the heir to Rosena, was she not?
“Since Serpina possesses such profound knowledge of magic, I merely thought to make a suggestion—not that it is something that must happen.”
“No! I was actually planning to seriously try to persuade you about it. Since you’re someone who cares about what makes my sister happy, I was going to tell you that magic is what she truly desires—that observing the sacred artifacts was just an excuse!”

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