Rommel stared at the so-called trade item sent by Gilbert in surprise.
After sending off the young Mage who kept looking around, he weighed the somewhat heavy silver box in his hand, closed the door with a trace of confusion, and went upstairs.
Rommel had no attendants or students.
Not only did he live alone in this Mage Tower, even the puppets were basic spider-shaped models that could only clean and handle simple chores. They could not do anything more complicated.
For example, receiving gifts.
Those little spiders were too small to open the towering doors of the Mage Tower.
Kament Tower had naturally offered to send loyal subordinates to serve him, but... Rommel dared swear that as long as there was an outsider here, once he refused to accept the mountain of gifts piled outside, those people's only fate would be death.
As attendants, failing to handle their master's daily affairs properly was their greatest crime.
Even if it had been their master's instruction.
It was not only Glasya and her male favorites who wanted an excuse to warn Rommel.
Rommel could not be touched, so those around him naturally became the best targets.
A show of force... it was the same in every world, throughout all ages.
Rommel did not need the gratitude of Kament Tower's subordinates, but he had no interest in adding to Glasya's bloodshed with other people's lives.
If he needed to determine what someone truly was, what they were capable of, and whether there were flaws to exploit, then of course he would not care about sacrificing lives.
But since he already knew what kind of thing Glasya was, he might as well accept the tearful thanks of others.
Still, there was one thing Rommel found rather strange.
Hill seemed to be treating Russell