Although Hill was an Archmage who greatly needed space.
As someone who carried all sorts of enormous spaces with him, even had a Demiplane, and could eat fruit picked fresh that very day, Hill's need for a Mage Tower had been reduced to a study and an alchemy laboratory.
Then there were living quarters for family and students, guest rooms, plus a floor for puppet maintenance workshops and storage... Given the degree of spatial folding in Hill's Mage Tower, that only took up three floors.
Even though Hill had set up a magical garden in his Mage Tower, aside from certain plants that needed only magical energy, he had basically moved all the others that preferred blue skies, white clouds, and fresh air into the Demiplane.
Thus, although his magical garden looked extravagant, ordinary people could not live in it... Though those intelligent magical plants were fairly gentle toward people because of Hill's attitude, they ultimately could not understand what it meant to have a flesh-and-blood mortal body.
A cheerful greeting from those thorny vines could leave even a level-ten professional flayed and bloody... How could there possibly be low-level magical plants where Hill lived long-term?
Those magical plants even knew how to move freely between the Mage Tower and the Demiplane.
Just think about it: plants that could pull up their own roots and find the entrance to a Demiplane... Plant intelligence and the talent to survive outside soil were both abilities that could only be comprehended at level sixteen.
Therefore, the lower floors of Hill's Mage Tower truly served no purpose.
The complicated spaces Hill had built based on his former vision of crowds coming and going, bustling with activity, had in the end merely given the puppets a little work to do every day.
So he truly