"Teacher." A beautiful young woman wearing the standard pale-purple robe provided by Sia Tower called out softly.
In one of the five auxiliary towers, Jenny Rojas, who had chosen the last-built tower—the one farthest from Aislin, who had been first to choose her residence—turned back to glance at her. "What is it, Sonia?"
"Mage Coyle seems to be quite close to Mage Gilbert, which is why those two went to sound him out." Sonia Russo... Rojas's first disciple, swiftly delivered the intelligence she had just received.
They had never been particularly close to Rute's other students to begin with. At most, they had maintained fairly close ties with most of the female students in order to exchange information.
Yet when Rojas had suddenly rushed out of the crowd and thrown herself into the vortex of the power struggle, those so-called old friends had temporarily vanished without a trace.
Rojas had not found that surprising, nor had she felt any dissatisfaction.
If it had been her, and a friend who had once only liked discussing clothes and home furnishings had suddenly transformed into a member of a power faction, she would have kept her distance and watched for a while too.
Among Mages, no matter how close their relationship was, they would not let the other person affect their own interests... Those who truly lived and died together had interests that were completely aligned.
Either they lived together, or they died together.
The simplest and most straightforward term for that was a direct master-disciple line.
Rojas let out a heavy sigh. For the first time, a trace of regret surfaced in her heart: why was she such a sucker for pretty faces?
She glanced at her first disciple Sonia's flower-like, jade-like beautiful face... Sonia was even the only one among her