I’m a Rookie, but I’m an Experienced Professional - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

 

Monday morning.

 

On Callix Crowbell’s desk lay the documents he had assigned to Eileen last Friday.

 

“I can’t believe she actually finished all of this.”

 

Noah Roheim looked through the documents with genuine admiration. It was surprising enough that she had come to work over the weekend, but finishing the work within two days was even more impressive.

 

Moreover, the reports were organized without any unnecessary details, allowing one to grasp the content with just a quick glance.

 

“Miss Eileen has talent not only in architecture but in this area as well.”

 

“Indeed.”

 

Callix Crowbell answered curtly.

 

‘He’s not pleased that Miss Eileen is handling the assigned tasks so efficiently.’

 

After all, Callix had given Eileen work not because he wanted to see her abilities, but to break her spirit and make her submit.

 

But contrary to his expectations, she performed too well, which left him both bewildered and irritated.

 

“She’s so perceptive in other matters, yet completely oblivious in this regard.”

 

Callix Crowbell crossed his arms and spoke with dissatisfaction.

 

“Even though I granted her request, she doesn’t show the slightest bit of gratitude.”

 

He was referring to his permission to use magical lighting during night construction.

 

“Miss Eileen must be very grateful. During the last drainage construction, she had such a hard time working with just a single candle.”

 

“So what. She won’t accept any of the considerations I offer her.”

 

This time he was referring to Eileen’s rejection of the house he had bestowed upon her.

 

‘Can that really be called consideration?’

 

On the surface, it seemed like a measure taken for Eileen’s convenience, but in reality, it wasn’t. It was an attempt to bring her into the inner castle to make surveillance easier.

 

Knowing this fact, Noah Roheim simply smiled without saying anything.

 

“More importantly, is Smith Viscount keeping his promise well?”

 

On the day Callix returned from Nuviar to Belheim, he had informed Smith Viscount about Barto Smith’s misconduct.

 

“I’m so sorry, Your Grace the Duke. It’s all my fault for failing to properly educate that foolish son of mine.”

 

Smith Viscount, with his face pale as a sheet, repeatedly bowed and begged for forgiveness, asking to be given just one chance.

 

“I’ll overlook this just once, but don’t publicize the fact that Eileen is the one who discovered the cause of the Raed River’s flooding and found the solution.”

 

The fact that Eileen was capable should be kept as hidden as possible to prevent scoundrels like Barto Smith from clinging to her, so Callix made this his condition.

 

Smith Viscount, not understanding his intentions, looked puzzled and asked several times if that was really all that was needed.

 

“Smith Viscount seems to be trying his best to keep his promise with the Lord.”

 

Noah Roheim reported immediately.

 

“However, many people witnessed Miss Eileen’s achievements firsthand, and stories of her activities during the autumn rains have also spread, so it’s not going very smoothly. Moreover…”

 

Unlike before, he paused for a moment, then carefully added.

 

“The imperial family also seems to be showing interest in Miss Eileen.”

 

When the most unwelcome entity was mentioned, deep wrinkles formed between Callix’s brows.

 

“I’m sorry, my lord.”

 

“…There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

 

Callix let out a long breath and rubbed his face.

 

‘I need to prepare in advance.’

 

Otherwise, she might be taken away in the blink of an eye.

 

Callix looked at the report Eileen had written for a moment, then ordered Noah Roheim.

 

“Bring me a magical messenger bird.”

 

* * *

 

The room was a complete mess, as if a storm had swept through it.

 

Parchments with magic circles drawn on them and various books were scattered across the floor, and expensive Arcana fragments were strewn about everywhere.

 

On the bed were coats, gloves, and half-used magical tools, while the pillow was on top of the storage cabinet and the blanket was placed in front of the door.

 

In the middle of that chaos, Raelion Silphert lay motionless like a corpse.

 

“Lord Rael.”

 

Zephyr, who had come to report the schedule, spoke with a sigh-laden voice upon seeing the scene.

 

“Please, couldn’t you at least clean your room?”

 

“Cleaning is the most meaningless labor for a mage.”

 

Saying it would just end up like this again anyway, Rael answered with his eyes closed.

 

“And I didn’t do this. Leon did.”

 

“You’re the same person.”

 

“Are we?”

 

When Rael answered indifferently, Zephyr let out a deep sigh.

 

“If you don’t want to clean it yourself, at least order the junior mages to clean it for you.”

 

“But I don’t like other people touching my things.”

 

“Lord Rael treating junior mages as people. They would shed tears of emotion if they heard that.”

 

“That sounds nice.”

 

It was meant to be sarcastic, but it had no effect on Rael whatsoever.

 

“Then I’ll clean it up. That’s okay, right?”

 

Rael waved his hand dismissively as if to say do whatever you want.

 

Zephyr quickly cleared away the dangerous items first.

 

“Today is the day of the Mage Tower’s regular meeting.”

 

He didn’t forget to mention the reason for his visit.

 

“It’s at 7 PM, so don’t forget and make sure to attend.”

 

“I don’t want to go.”

 

Rael turned away from Zephyr and lay on his side.

 

“Even if I go, it’s obvious that the stubborn elders will just nag endlessly.”

 

“Everything they say is for your sake, Lord Tower Master.”

 

“For the Mage Tower’s sake, not mine.”

 

“Since you are the Tower Master, it’s good if the Mage Tower does well.”

 

“Not particularly. It’s not like I became Tower Master because I wanted to.”

 

Rael answered listlessly and closed his eyes. He seemed to have no intention of attending the regular meeting.

 

‘What should I do?’

 

The elders had threatened to bring Rael no matter what happened today.

 

If he failed, they said they would hold him accountable for not properly serving his master.

 

While he was pondering how to persuade him, a mid-level mage came with a magical messenger bird.

 

“Lord Zephyr, His Grace Duke Crowbell has contacted the Tower Master.”

 

“I’m busy.”

 

Rael pillowed his arm and closed his eyes.

 

“So tell him I’ll contact him again later.”

 

“However…”

 

“I said I’m busy.”

 

The mid-level mage looked very troubled by Rael’s uncooperative attitude and looked at Zephyr.

 

“I’ll take it instead, so don’t worry and go.”

 

“I’ll leave it to you.”

 

The mid-level mage quickly handed the magical messenger bird to Zephyr and left.

 

When Zephyr wound the spring, the messenger bird flapped its silver wings and moved its beak.

 

“Raelion Silvert.”

 

A low, heavy voice flowed out that was completely unsuited to the cute appearance of the messenger bird.

 

“It’s been a long time, Your Grace the Duke. I am Zephyr, disciple and attendant of Lord Raelion Silvert.”

 

The messenger bird’s beak paused for a moment before moving again.

 

“I contacted Rael though.”

 

“He’s listening right beside me, so feel free to speak comfortably.”

 

“…I see.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Zephyr felt somewhat comforted knowing there was someone who understood his feelings.

 

“Rael.”

 

Callix continued speaking in an even lower voice.

 

“I need that collar you made before.”

 

“…Collar?”

 

Rael, who had been lying there like he was dead, groggily sat up.

 

“If it’s a collar I made… Love’s?”

 

Love.

 

A wolf-type monster that Rael had raised since childhood, who had passed away last year after reaching the end of its lifespan.

 

“Why do you need that? Are you raising a pet too?”

 

“If it were a pet, I wouldn’t be having this kind of trouble.”

 

Irritation and sighs seeped through Callix’s voice.

 

“Can you make one?”

 

“It’s possible, but to make that collar, I need the target’s blood. That’s the only way the location tracking magic will activate properly.”

 

“I’ll draw it for you.”

 

“Drawing it won’t work, I have to extract it right there on the spot and put it in.”

 

“More troublesome than I thought.”

 

Callix clicked his tongue.

 

“Then let’s do it this way.”

 

Rael’s eyes sparkled as he took the magic messenger bird from Zephyr.

 

“Since I only need to add the blood at the end, I’ll make the collar and come to Belheim. You just prepare that pet of yours.”

 

“I told you it’s not a pet. So when will you come?”

 

“It’ll take about four days to make, so I’ll come this weekend.”

 

“Do that. I’ll see you then.”

 

“Wait!”

 

As Callix was about to cut off the magic communication, Rael called out urgently.

 

“What species is the target you want to put the collar on? A monster? Or a real animal?”

 

“Hmm, well.”

 

Callix pondered for a long while, then answered with a voice tinged with amusement.

 

“Judging by how prickly it is and how it won’t listen, it seems to be from the feline family.”

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