Bloodline is a Cheat Code - Chapter 53

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Chapter 53
Asteron now looked as though he wanted to obliterate Minabell’s status window entirely.
It seemed the world had shifted into a repertoire where people around me recited the truth without me even having to notice—a novel development, but hardly a welcome one.
“Is that truly so, Master of the Magic Tower?”
“Good grief. No, yes. Honestly, let’s talk about this calmly for once. You know Serpina Rosena has that kind of talent, don’t you? With your perceptiveness, there’s no way you wouldn’t. Hell, if you had eyes in your head at all, you’d see it.”
Asteron dropped even the last shred of dignity he’d been clinging to, his tone becoming casual as he spoke bluntly.
I found this easier too, if I was being honest.
“I know my sister is excellent at magic. That she’s the kind of talent even you would covet? I acknowledge that. That someone of her caliber would shine anywhere in the world? I accept that too.”
“Right, of course. So let me ask you this—honestly, wouldn’t it be better for Serpina Rosena to work at the Magic Tower than to become a duchess and be dragged around by the Empire and the Imperial Household? You agree?”
Ugh.
If I were to elevate Lucian Advein to emperor, I’d need my capable sister to be the Young Duke so that Rosena’s power could truly take root. But I couldn’t possibly say that aloud.
“If Serpina Rosena goes to the Holy Kingdom now and makes a name for herself in public activities, the chance for her to come to the Magic Tower will be pushed back considerably, won’t it? You know that too, Flotie.”
“I do know that, but…”
But I can’t become the Young Duke again! What could I possibly do!
“But working at the Magic Tower isn’t about freely casting magic—it’s spending all day developing and researching, then maybe occasionally going outside to get some sunlight and suffering as your body aches, right?”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
That was when Minabell suddenly interjected.
My friend, whom I’d hoped would stay quiet until now, had jumped in without warning, and I couldn’t have been more grateful.
Though our ages differed by several times over, our mental ages and manner of speaking seemed oddly similar—we seemed to click rather well.
If she truly had talent for magic, I wouldn’t object to her becoming a direct disciple.
But thinking about it now… had my sister endured those dreadful daily routines that Minabell described under this Magic Tower Master in her previous life?
Suddenly I felt dizzy and wanted to lie down.
“Even if you enter the Palace, you’d just work all day and occasionally go out for walks—it’s the same! Why would being a duchess be any different?”
“Where I come from, there’s a saying that leaving home means hardship! And yet you’re lying without batting an eye while trying to separate a young family? That’s quite the lie!”
With her status window’s existence hanging in the balance, Minabell seemed to have lost all fear and was shouting passionately.
At this point, even a fool would realize that Minabell Cherita wasn’t a person of this world.
“Oh my, so your true identity isn’t Cherita after all?”
“You already knew everything and were just testing me anyway, weren’t you? Now you’ve gone and damaged my precious system, forcing me into a mandatory inspection! Argh!”
“Ah, I don’t understand what you’re saying. So you’re telling me you possess magical abilities superior to Serpina Rosena’s and can prove it right here in front of me?”
An ordinary person would have struggled to hide their bewilderment at such an attitude, but the Magic Tower Master before me was different.
Perhaps this person too had lived as an eccentric, causing considerable trouble to those around them.
Rather, they seemed to find amusement in such brazen behavior.
Whether from living while appearing younger, their manner of speech was certainly childish. Ah, perhaps it was simply their natural disposition.
Even if I’d known they were less than half of eighty, there was still a somewhat childish quality to them.
“Elian, is that kind of speech fashionable these days? In high society, I mean.”
“I know nothing whatsoever about high society, so I suspect not.”
Elian answered quietly, her expression suggesting she deeply regretted bringing me to the Magic Tower.
“First you presumed to guess my age without any courtesy, and now it seems you’ve lost all fear?”
“I am afraid, truly. But I thought—when else would I find the courage if not now? In any case, rather than separate Tiae and Lepina, take me to the Magic Tower instead! I don’t know how to cast magic at all, but I’ll become your direct disciple!”
A possessor who couldn’t cast magic, yet boldly stepped forward to become the Magic Tower Master’s direct disciple.
I had by now prepared myself not to be surprised by any truth.
The fact that I could remain so detached even in such circumstances, simply thinking “that’s possible”—it proved that nothing in this world ever goes according to plan.
Indeed, four days later, as I was about to leave the Magic Tower, Asteron actually decided to recruit Minabell into the Magic Tower.
Far from being a concern, this unplanned event actually came to pass.
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“The star of high society is entering the Magic Tower? We’re about to become incredibly popular.”
“The moment I use a single magical artifact, all the young ladies will be clamoring to use the same one. Don’t you worry about that.”
Minabell formed a circle with her thumb and index finger, shaking it back and forth. She was probably referring to money.
The Magic Tower had been earning decent income not just from magical artifacts but also from sacred relics lately, though it was nothing compared to its golden age.
Minabell’s promotion through high society would certainly be helpful, but what on earth had happened in these past few days?
As we departed for the Holy Kingdom through the magic circle, Asteron wore an enigmatic smile the entire time. I’d never met anyone with that expression on their face who had a clean conscience.
“Bell, be honest with me. What sacrifice did you make for us? Whatever it is, I can’t accept it.”
When I spoke with firm conviction, Minabell’s eyes widened.
“Sacrifice? I was planning to attach myself to the Magic Tower from the start if your family wouldn’t take me in.”
“Huh?”
Minabell stared into empty space before opening her mouth.
“I need to accumulate invention points, and I’ve already exhausted nearly everything from the era I came from. What’s left is the Magic Tower and the Holy Kingdom, but the Holy Kingdom belongs to Lepina’s family anyway.”
Wait a moment.
My sister never said she would own the Holy Kingdom.
Where did this misunderstanding originate?
“When did my sister ever say she would own the Holy Kingdom? If you start talking like that when we arrive in the Holy Kingdom, we’ll be dragged away immediately.”
No matter how renowned a noble family might be in the Empire, such talk essentially constitutes treason.
Moreover, if rumors spread that a family like Rosena covets the Holy Kingdom, wouldn’t it only complicate our relationship with the Imperial Household?
The gallows draw near.
On account of some absurd rumor that Rosena and the Imperial Household are conspiring to seize the Holy Kingdom.
Ridiculous, you say?
Most wars, invasions, and schemes in this world begin with the most trivial and absurd pretexts.
I suspect that because Minabell spoke with such excessive conviction, that status window must have spouted some other nonsense.
“Could something have gone wrong ever since the Magic Tower Master accidentally touched it before?”
I distinctly remember seeing Asteron access Minabell’s status window.
At the thought of that moment, Minabell herself let out a sigh, as if her courage had been shaken.
“A Grand Mage truly is different. I never imagined there would be an existence capable of accessing the status window. And to think they could actually read its contents—it’s frankly terrifying.”
“I feel the same way.”
As far as I knew, my sister and Lucian hadn’t even perceived the existence of the status window.
The fact that he became aware of it and immediately touched it—how extraordinary an existence he must be. If he so desired, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to recall my sister’s regression.
From now on, I should consider the possibility that Asteron himself is a being from another world.
“Miss, are you feeling alright?”
“I’m truly fine. The Magic Tower showed me the most generous hospitality they could offer.”
“But the condition of Asteron’s room was absolutely dreadful.”
Elian was still muttering in shock, seemingly oblivious to our conversation.
It appeared that my continued discussions in the Magic Tower Master’s chaotic chamber over the past few days had weighed on her mind.
That’s why she kept offering to help with the organizing, though I declined her each time.
‘Even if it looks like a mess, everything is arranged according to my own system, and each item is exactly where it belongs.’
‘…Is that even possible?’

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