63 Mages Of All Ages (1/2)

The guard to the Mage Tower felt a chill run down his spine. What was this feeling? It was something he had only felt from the head of the Magic Tower! The kind of feeling that told him he was inferior in every way! But he couldn't leave! He had to do his job.

”Esteemed young master, please wait for a while,” he said quickly, hurrying into the mage tower to inform the head.

The guard hurriedly ascended the tower, panting harshly at the speed he pushed himself. He took a brief moment to collect himself before he knocked on the sleeping quarters of the head mage.

”Head, there is someone who insists on entering the Mage Tower!”

He received no reply, so the guard could only continue knocking.

”What is it!” Daspell Nicomar growled, flinging open his door. He had already been deep asleep before this idiot started knocking. ”Don't you know how to handle those people already!”

”Head mage, it's not that I don't want to, but you should really take a look before that. There's something strange about him.”

”Something strange?” Daspell murmured, getting a faint unsettling feeling. This guard had been working here for roughly fifteen years already and had become used to all manners of people coming and going. What could cause him to react like this?

Daspell didn't waste any unnecessary words and just headed down the tower. His eyes landed on the form of the Crown Prince.

”I wonder what the Crown Prince needs, to so hurriedly enter the Mage Tower at night?” Daspell asked, his tone neither servile nor humble.

For him to act this way was already quite rare, for Daspell was like most other mages in the city who belonged to the Mage Tower. That was, he contained a bone-deep arrogance that only mages Fourth Tier and above held in themselves.

In exchange, the Mage Tower didn't get involved in politics as well as whatever succession battle might occur. They were one of the leading powers of Cosmos City but maintained their neutrality.

Nine's faint smile redirected itself to Daspell. The head mage felt his danger sense scream at him that this teenager wasn't to be messed with. The feeling shocked him. How long had it been since he felt something like this? He could tell that this wasn't because some hidden master was behind the Prince, but instead true, genuine strength.

Instantly, his conduct got better. ”I wonder how we can help the Crown Prince today?” he said, smiling kindly at the young teen in front of him. His instincts were screaming at him to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, but he struggled against it.

”Just let me in and ignore me,” Nine said in a low voice.

Daspell couldn't make out any emotions from the Crown Prince's voice, so his smile got brighter. He hadn't seen a person with this much potential in all of his years of living. Unfortunately, this teenager was the Crown Prince and would be destined never to join the Mage Tower.

The more he looked at the Crown Prince, the more he felt like bending the rules and accepting him. He would be willing even if he had to join the ranks of politics. It would be such a waste for this teen not to be wholly devoted to magic!

”Of course, of course,” Daspell said, pulling out a black card from within his robes. He gently handed it to the Crown Prince. ”This card will allow you access to wherever you wish to go. The Mage Tower invites you to be our honoured guest. I wonder if Your Highness will accept?”

The guard was watching all of this happen with wide eyes. It looked like he wasn't losing his touch after all. But was this teenager that the head mage was treating with such respect really the same Crown Prince as in the rumours? Sure enough, rumours could never be trusted!