In a cemetery somewhere in London, Kenneth held an umbrella and looked at the brand-new marble gravestone before him.
Marisbury Animusphere's name was engraved on it.
The death of the lord of the Department of Astromancy was like a thermobaric bomb with a staggering yield, blasting the entire Clock Tower into chaos.
The official explanation was a thaumaturgical experiment accident. The thaumaturges in black suits standing over ten meters away did not believe that bullshit one bit, and their eyes kept drifting toward Kenneth.
Olga Marie stood beside Kenneth in a custom-made black mourning dress.
She was so small that most of her body was tucked into the shadow beneath the umbrella.
"From today onward, I am your guardian."
Kenneth lowered his gaze at her. "The Animusphere Magic Crest will be returned to you in full on the day you come of age."
Olga Marie bit her lip and said nothing.
Kenneth shook his head. After laying a bouquet before the gravestone, he left.
Inside the secret chamber, Waver Velvet looked at Kenneth, his expression more pained than ever. "Professor, that was far too risky a move."
He had never imagined that after being away for only a few days, his teacher would kill the head of the Department of Astromancy.
"Compared to letting things develop beyond control, I prefer to nip threats in the bud.
"As for the thaumaturgical world, if they have objections, let them come to me."
Kenneth shook his head as he answered.
Waver sighed. As Kenneth's representative, his life now was practically inhuman.
Kenneth had dumped most of the day-to-day affairs on him.
His teacher was capable, so naturally he had nothing to fear. But Waver was just a rookie~
Just then, Kenneth suddenly tossed something to Waver.
Waver caught it instinctively. The instant he