This world that had been willing to accept Hill, though strict in its demands, had a very gentle manner.
After all the chaos had settled, Hill returned to the top of the tower and discovered that his Mage Tower stood atop an extremely high cliff. Thin clouds drifted around its base, yet they did not obstruct his view.
The coastal city some seven kilometers away from the cliff was as clear as if it lay right beneath Hill's eyes, thanks to his always-excellent eyesight.
It was a very prosperous city, bustling with carriages and endless streams of pedestrians.
Its clothing and styles felt unexpectedly familiar, as though he had suddenly arrived in Victoria's era... Those old television dramas Hill had watched over and over again seemed to flood into his mind at that moment, especially the men dressed very much like Sherlock Holmes... top hats, formal evening wear, pipes or canes in hand.
"Hill?" A soft voice interrupted Hill's daze. "What are you thinking about? Is it safe now?
I... can come out now, right?"
"Purvi..." Hill lowered his gaze and roused himself. "You can come out, but don't leave the Mage Tower. This world's magic is too weak. You'll need time to adjust."
"Okay~" The little whale bobbed cheerfully out of the skull. "Then, Hill, Liszt can't come out either?"
Hill nodded. "Sigh~ We'll have to manage our own lives from now on... Honestly, even if I'm only directing constructs to do the work, just thinking about it feels troublesome!
I really haven't concerned myself with daily life for many years!
It really is... like suddenly returning to my youth."
Purvi flicked his tail and said seriously, "Then I'd really like to see that!
Hill must have been very interesting as a child."
Hill blinked. "Ah... me? I've always