That day, all of Ramanque City was in an uproar.
"Good heavens! That Mage Tower that appeared out of nowhere belongs to Downs Quijote!"
"No, wasn't it supposed to belong to his master?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Would a Legendary Archmage be interested in such a tiny High-Level Mage Tower?"
"Fair enough."
In the past, this sort of commotion would have been confined to taverns. Now, everyone was talking about it, from ordinary residents to professionals on every street and in every alley.
It was simply too outrageous. Such a massive Mage Tower had been transported here out of nowhere—and what was even more astonishing was that it had been moved from the capital.
The people of Ramanque felt a peculiar thrill, as if they'd stolen the king's secret lover.
After all that back and forth, it turned out I was the yellow-haired interloper!?
According to Downs, the king had no grounds to complain. After all, it was the king who had sent someone to ask Downs to deal with Madela Mage Tower. Whether he destroyed it or moved it, as long as he got the job done, how to handle it was his business.
The commission even came with an authorization letter bearing the king's own signature and wax seal.
Earl of Ramanque was over the moon, and the people beneath him were just as delighted.
In this world, where gods and demons coexisted and monsters ran rampant, walking at night was the most dangerous thing one could do.
In the past, once you ventured more than a hundred meters beyond town, you were accompanied only by oppressive darkness, too deep for even torches and oil lamps to dispel. Now, across a two-kilometer radius east of the city, the gentle blue Arcane Radiance from the Mage Tower nestled warmly around