On July 9, in Froya's residence inside the Mage Tower.
"Cheers, everyone!"
Glasses rose high, then clinked hard amid everyone's jubilant cheers.
As they drank, they happily shared their recent results, marveling at how far they had come.
"We really owe Roland for this. Without his Oracle and Seris, even staying on at the tower wouldn't necessarily have given us a comfortable life."
"Exactly. Now that we have results, we have income. He's basically put food on all our tables."
"Come on, let's all toast Roland a few times. We really need to thank him properly!"
"Isn't this a little much, seniors?"
Roland assumed the speakers were simply flattering him and replied with a smile.
To his surprise, even Senior Froya turned toward him and said earnestly, "Roland, ever since the reforms in Arcana, our predecessors completed the magical adaptation of mainstream languages such as Elvish, Draconic, Abyssal, and Celestial centuries ago.
"A lot of people say it's hard for great masters to emerge in the modern age. Our teacher, Lord Ovesto, is already an exception among exceptions.
"But even he advanced by leading the compilation and reform of ancient magical runes in an official capacity, not by inventing the Ovesto runes themselves."
Oh, I get it. An engineering Grand Mage, not an Arcana Grand Mage.
Some believed that, for the Runes School, "the feast was already over," "the grand edifice was already complete," and "there were no new continents left to discover."
Roland put himself in their shoes and found it pretty dispiriting, too.
"That's all right. Haven't we got Roland now?
"First we had Lord Ovesto, then brilliant seniors like Swein, and now we have our junior Roland. We're clearly destined to unite the Runes School and become the officially recognized leading school of thought! Hahahaha!"
Roland shook