My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30
That afternoon, as Kesenor had promised, Aseor, a mage of the Celestial, arrived.
Unlike Kesenor, Aseor Teleported in front of the Mansion’s gate and went through the proper visit procedures.
When she appeared alongside Alfred, her sharp, cold gaze somehow reminded one of Kesenor.
Looking closer, her short bobbed hair, round face, and delicate features held a certain charm.
She appeared to be about the same age as Kesenor.
“I am Aseor, here by order of the Celestial Mage Tower’s master.”
She gave a brief bow, then met Agnes’s gaze.
Her stare was particularly piercing and sharp, causing Agnes to flinch slightly.
Of course, Agnes showed nothing outwardly and offered a bright smile in greeting.
“I’ve heard from the Duke. Thank you so much for coming to this humble place for such a trifling matter.”
“It is rather trifling, isn’t it.”
With a sidelong glance, Aseor moved toward the staircase leading to the second floor before Agnes could guide her.
She seemed to know that Agnes’s room was up there.
“Then show me what needs to be done.”
She looked terribly busy—perhaps it was because of the Rift that Kesenor had mentioned.
Sensing her urgency, Agnes hastily led Aseor to her room.
Without a word, Aseor sat in a chair and examined the documents Agnes had prepared and the Promissory Notes.
Sunlight filtered through the windows, and construction noise drifted up from various places below.
Agnes sat across from her, knees together, waiting for a reaction.
It felt like being transported back to childhood, to those days of having assignments inspected.
As Aseor turned the pages one by one, her expression remained utterly unmoved.
Though her eyebrows did twitch ever so slightly.
‘Damn. She has nothing to criticize.’
The night before.
When Aseor, handed a trivial task, had groaned in frustration, Kesenor clicked his tongue and said curtly.
‘Don’t go looking for trouble where there is none.’
‘What? Why me?’
‘Because you resent that I’m staying there.’
‘Well, of course I do, isn’t it? Look how much I’ve been suffering alongside the Vice Tower Master!’
Aseor was in a place no different from a warzone with Kesenor.
Before her eyes hung a crimson Rift, and Magical Beasts poured out of it without end.
The scale was different from any Rift she’d seen before—significant enough that the senior mages of Celestial, including Kesenor, had to join the fight.
Kesenor had slipped away during a brief lull in the battle.
She’d wondered where he’d gone, only to learn he’d made a trip here in the meantime.
‘If only I weren’t his student….’
Excellent bloodline didn’t always guarantee exceptional Magical Power.
Selesta was different.
Strangely, the children of the Selesta family were born with Magical Power superior to anyone else’s.
Their intellect was equally remarkable.
The magical achievements they’d made were beyond anyone’s reach, and naturally, the Mage Tower Celestial was built around the Selesta bloodline.
Among them, Aseor held a unique position.
She was not of Selesta, and both her parents possessed not a shred of Magical Power.
In other words, she was a mutation.
The reason Aseor could awaken her magical talent was thanks entirely to Kesenor.
Not only had he recognized her talent and taken her on as a student, but he’d even made her his deputy.
‘Though he certainly worked me hard enough for it.’
He’d dumped every tedious task on her, and now he was saying she had to help some scraggly, impoverished noblewoman.
And there were foreigners targeting her too, or so the story went.
Thanks to all this, Aseor’s workload had easily doubled.
‘If it weren’t for that woman, my life would be so much easier.’
So it was only reasonable that she could harbor a little resentment.
She’d resolved to take it out on Agnes now that she had the chance to meet her.
But when she saw the documents Agnes had painstakingly prepared, Aseor found herself unable to say anything critical.
Honestly, there were quite a few errors.
For one thing, the contracts were absurdly complicated.
‘Good grief, who makes agreements like this? It’s practically usury.’
The Promissory Notes alone were more than just a couple of sheets, and they’d been renegotiated with terms that extended the repayment deadline in exchange for interest that increased by a certain percentage each year.
The contracts themselves weren’t flawed, but she could imagine how dire Agnes’s situation must be.
‘Did she prioritize extending the deadline over actually repaying?’
Though she told herself not to worry about aristocratic matters, Agnes had still been a minor at that time.
The name of the “Countess Valdemar” listed as her guardian caught her eye in an oddly persistent way.
‘And besides, she does seem diligent.’
Beside the documents where she’d pressed the pen firmly to fill pages with equations, stacks of verification papers had accumulated.
This sort of study habit was common enough among mages.
But the person in question was an ordinary noblewoman’s daughter.
‘Still, she doesn’t seem to be just an ordinary lady either…….’
If she hadn’t studied at all, one might overlook it. But one couldn’t criticize someone who’d made such an effort.
‘So that’s why he smiled in that unpleasant way when he told me to come here and see.’
At any rate, she had the peculiar habit of not being able to leave alone anyone who seemed useful.
Because of that, Aseor found herself forced to adjust her assessment of Agnes, however slightly.
Aseor breathed a long sigh to herself and picked up her pen.
“Have you ever properly studied mathematics?”
“Oh, pardon?”
Agnes, her lips pressed nervously together as if worried she’d made mistakes, started in surprise and asked back.
“I apologize. I was thinking of something else for a moment…….”
“No, I was asking whether you’ve studied mathematics.”
“Oh, I’ve made far too many mistakes. I did learn some until I was fifteen, but it’s been so long that I’m rather clumsy at it now.”
Agnes, her small frame flushed with embarrassment at not knowing what to do, was truly…….
‘Quite cute, though.’
Aseor herself had once been told she had a cute face but a terrible personality.
Of course, she’d given that person a thorough magical beating for saying so.
In any case, if Aseor’s sharp eye corners gave her a somewhat cat-like impression, Agnes had a dog-like face with round, gentle eyes.
The way her pale-green pupils moved with uncertainty within those rounded eyes caught one’s attention.
Her true nature was transparent for all to see.
For Aseor, who had only encountered cunning types at Celestial, she was quite a novel opponent.
“No, there’s not much to correct. It’s simply that, as you mentioned, there are some rather complex calculations, and I should be able to help with just those.”
So this was absolutely not her being kind.
Aseor was, after all, well past thirty.
When she saw someone more than ten years younger struggling earnestly despite lacking the ability, it was only natural to want to help a bit.
For Aseor, who also managed the finances of Celestial, these calculations weren’t particularly difficult.
When Agnes saw her correct all the wrong calculations on a single sheet of paper, she let out a gasp.
“Goodness! How amazing! Aseor, you’re truly remarkable!”
“It’s what I do every day. It’s nothing special.”
She feigned indifference, but seeing Agnes’s eyes light up with admiration, her lips quirked involuntarily.
“You do this sort of work every day?”
“I manage the finances for the Mage Tower as well. And I have to clean up after the Tower Lord’s messes…….”
“My goodness. Does the Duke cause you a great deal of trouble?”
Agnes knitted her brows, her expression growing worried.
At the sight of it, a bolt of revelation struck Aseor.
This was it!
To prevent this naive and pure-hearted young lady from falling into the mire of that cantankerous mage!
‘I just need to make sure the Tower Lord doesn’t even dare dream of her!’
The corners of her mouth twitched at the mere thought.
No, I can’t let it show!
I have to act like I’m exhausted, irritated, and can’t bear this terrible person!
Aseor pressed back the laughter threatening to escape and let out a deep sigh.
“Sigh…….”
At her sigh, Agnes’s expression grew even more grave.
Seeing that, Aseor began to lament earnestly.
She could easily rattle off dozens of complaints without holding back.
“I’ve been working as his assistant for roughly seven years now. I’ve been with the Tower Lord since he was nineteen.”
“Is that so? Then the Duke is twenty-six now? He’s been Tower Lord since he was nineteen?”
“The Selesta family has always been like that. They’re all mage-obsessed geniuses. The Tower Lord is no exception, but sometimes I wonder what would have become of them if they hadn’t had magic—they’re all complete disasters.”
“Surely not! Everything here is impeccable!”
“Not to mention the research chamber organization and cleaning. The moment I turn my back, there are piles of books, Mana Stones, and all sorts of materials, and when there’s a rotting smell and I investigate, I’ve found Magical Beast remains in various stages of decay…….”
“But here everything is perfectly neat and tidy!”

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