Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 118

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Chapter 118
Though he hadn’t named a specific target, Cassel’s sneering gaze and tone were unmistakably directed at Samuel. Samuel seemed to feel it too.
“Your name is Cassel, isn’t it?”
Samuel’s eyes, sharp with displeasure, raked over Cassel from head to foot.
“I knew you had a bad reputation from the lowest levels—so notorious that I was aware of your rough manner—but I didn’t expect you to pick fights with just anyone.”
As Samuel said, Cassel had become known from the lowest levels as a defiant, uncooperative boy.
He was also famous in the Northern Magic Tower as the person confined to the Punishment Chamber more times than anyone in its history.
“Pick fights with just anyone? That’s a misunderstanding. I only pick fights with people who irritate me.”
Like someone who would even talk back to an instructor, Cassel spoke to Samuel without hesitation or restraint.
Samuel regarded him with a frown and offered him counsel.
“You came to this banquet because you want something too, it seems. So shouldn’t you at least maintain the bare minimum of courtesy befitting the situation and place?”
“I’m showing courtesy right now. Since I know the situation and place, I’m quietly drinking my juice. Normally I have a nasty habit—my hands move first when dealing with irritating people. But I’m restraining myself.”
“What? You’re still only at the 40th floor, and you’re talking to someone like—”
“Right, whatever. Everyone in the 40s is the same, yet you talk such big talk. Anyway, a 40-something floor person like you makes my stomach turn, so I’ll be excusing myself. Senior at the 42nd floor, why don’t you stop your disgusting advances on innocent girls, and be careful walking the night roads later.”
Cassel set down his empty glass, shot Samuel one more rotten smile, and walked away toward another part of the venue.
“What kind of person is he?”
Samuel stared after Cassel’s departing figure in bewilderment before turning to Liriope with a question.
“Liriope, I’ve seen you with that fellow a few times before. Are you two close, by any chance?”
But Samuel quickly corrected himself, as if realizing his blunder.
“No, wait. That couldn’t possibly be the case. I don’t know what I was thinking. Does that ruffian bother you? If he does, I can—”
“No. Nothing like that.”
“Nothing? But from what I’ve seen, there’s something odd about that fellow. In any case, stay away from crude, vulgar types like him. As you know, there’s nothing to gain from being close to people like that.”
“Samuel, I can manage my own friendships.”
“Hmm?”
“Whether someone is worth being close to or not—I can judge that myself. And I don’t think Cassel is the kind of person you’re describing.”
Samuel seemed momentarily taken aback by Liriope’s words.
But then he gazed at her with an expression of profound admiration and sighed.
“Liriope… You’re so kind that you’d even defend someone like that… Truly, a pure white lily blooming in this harsh Magic Tower… But that’s exactly why people like him keep clinging to you.”
There was something odd—even vaguely unsettling—about the murmur she heard in the middle of his words.
Besides, could there really be a kind person among those who’d climbed the Northern Magic Tower to the 40s?
It seemed Samuel harbored some strange illusions about Liriope.
“Liri, drink this. Raspberry Juice, straight from a freshly opened bottle.”
“Oh. Thanks, sister.”
Just then, Caliona approached Liriope’s side and offered her a glass.
When Liriope greeted her warmly, Caliona smiled softly.
The sight of the two sisters standing side by side drew attention from those around them in an instant.
In fact, many of those at the banquet, including Samuel who stood before them, were dressed in luxurious attire.
Extravagance served a purpose beyond mere display of wealth—it was an easy way to reveal one’s capabilities at a glance.
“Liri, Milena’s been held up by Proud Instructor. Let’s go that way first.”
“Sure. We should make our greetings anyway. It’s better if we just quickly make the rounds and then we can move on.”
By contrast, Liriope and Caliona’s appearance today was neat and restrained.
Yet with the two of them together, eyes naturally gravitated toward them.
The sisters’ beauty was more striking when they stood side by side—one seeming cold, the other warm—and both were exceptional young mages besides.
“Ahem. Caliona? I haven’t finished my conversation with Liriope yet. Would you mind going alone?”
Samuel made a subtle suggestion to Caliona.
But the moment Caliona let her cool gaze slide toward him and met his eyes, he found himself flinching involuntarily.
“I’m afraid not. I’m terribly shy, and without Liri, I can’t speak a word in front of other people.”
“You?”
“Yes, me. Is that a problem?”
Caliona answered brazenly, then pulled Liriope’s shoulder close.
“Liri, let’s go. Milena’s sending us a look of desperate appeal over there.”
“Right, we’d better hurry. Samuel, I’m going ahead with my sister for now. We can talk more later if we get the chance.”
Liriope linked her arm with Caliona’s and bowed to Samuel, and his dark expression instantly brightened.
“Yes! Liriope, see you later. Don’t forget your promise!”
He even waved enthusiastically after the departing Liriope.
“Either he has no sense of the mood around him, or he’s genuinely oblivious. That level of dullness might as well be a talent. I’ve felt those piercing stares from all directions since earlier, and he notices nothing.”
Caliona let out a soft laugh at Samuel.
“There seem to be some Inner Tower mages with nothing better to do here at the banquet tonight.”
Hearing that, Liriope glanced around her surroundings.
But she couldn’t identify where the Inner Tower mages Caliona spoke of—the adopted children of the Magic Tower Master—actually were.
“You can sense that? With so many people in the banquet hall and so many eyes watching, I don’t really notice any particular difference.”
“Ah, they’ve hidden their presence again now. It seems a few of them just came out of boredom to watch, so you don’t need to worry.”
A strained smile played at Caliona’s lips as she spoke.
It was hardly unusual for young mages bearing the Vellegot Surname to send lingering gazes from afar.
Caliona’s five senses were more developed than Liriope’s, allowing her to sense their stares and presence keenly.
Perhaps it was because she herself was, to some extent, similar to them.
When only Evangellin had been involved, those people had approached with obvious curiosity; but since Belkiers’s interference, they kept their distance from the sisters, unable to draw near easily.
‘Unfortunately, his work is thorough enough that I can’t even find fault with it…’
Caliona clicked her tongue softly, making sure Liriope didn’t hear.
What surprised her even more about Belkiers was that he himself never approached Liriope closely in front of others.
Thanks to that, Liriope was able to live a relatively normal life in the Magic Tower.
Whenever Caliona witnessed this considerate restraint from Belkiers, her feelings grew complicated.
That boy, who seemed to have lived his entire life on his own terms, appeared to genuinely care for Liriope regardless.
‘More importantly, why is Evangellin here today? I hope he doesn’t do anything pointless.’
Caliona’s cool gaze lingered on some distant point among the crowd for a moment, then returned to Liriope.

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