I Became the Patron of Villains

Chapter 117

117. Why are you like this…? (4)

Melat, a 6th rank wizard and also a professor of the Red Tower, unconsciously opened his mouth at the situation unfolding before his eyes.

It was because of what the Blue Tower Master, Selaim Mikardo, had said.

‘…Honor, you say?’

Although he had heard it directly, Melat could hardly believe it.

The Blue Tower Master, Selaim Mikardo, had a very gentle and kind personality compared to other Tower Masters or Penia, who would inherit his will and become the future Tower Master.

Because of this, he was very popular among the wizards of other towers.

He was someone who did not hesitate to give advice and teachings without reservation.

However, even with such a kind personality, Selaim had a very high authority and pride in his magic.

The incident where the former Purple Tower Master made a derogatory remark about the Blue Tower Master’s magic at a central tower meeting and was thoroughly humiliated by Selaim in front of all the wizards was well known.

Is that all?

There was also the case where the Green Tower Master once raised an objection during one of Selaim’s lectures, and Selaim forced a debate that lasted three days and nights until the Green Tower Master admitted defeat.

Thus, while Selaim Mikardo was kind, he had a high pride in his magic and would not easily bow his head to anyone regarding it.

So, the current situation was naturally surprising.

Turning his gaze.

“……”

The reactions of the other wizards were no different from his own.

Convinced that he had not seen or heard wrong, he looked at Marquis Palatio.

His rank was 4th.

Of course, it was known that he used ancient magic – that is, primal magic – which was unusual for a wizard, but other than that, there was nothing particularly noteworthy.

‘What on earth…? What could make the Blue Tower Master so flustered…?’

His mind was filled with questions.

Even the Marquis Palatio, who had everyone’s attention, was also…

‘…What the hell is this?’

– Behind his expressionless face, he was bewildered.

He, too, had no idea why Selaim suddenly showed a character-level shift from another game.

‘No, didn’t he completely avoid honorifics the last time we met?’

Alon, who was pondering whether to ask this or not, said,

“Ah, please come in first.”

“…Is that alright?”

“Of course. How could I not offer a seat when the Marquis wants to listen?”

Before he could even finish that thought, he was swiftly inside the lecture hall.

“Please sit here.”

“…I can stand and listen from the back.”

“That won’t do, it’s fine. This was originally my seat anyway.”

Thanks to Selaim’s excessive consideration, he ended up listening to the lecture from the very front row.

…Feeling everyone’s gaze piercing the back of his head.

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The lecture ended.

In conclusion, listening to Selaim’s lecture was the right choice.

Because he gained quite a lot magically.

However, if someone were to ask if he wanted to listen to Selaim’s lecture again…

That would be difficult.

The lecture content was good, but Alon had to endure the stares of other wizards piercing his back.

‘Honestly, even if I concede a hundred times, what was with that smile…’

Alon recalled earlier.

More precisely, the smile Selaim gave him, looking burdensome.

…It was a look that anyone could see had some ulterior motive, so by the time Alon left the lecture hall with a troubled expression,

“How was the lecture?”

The cause of his discomfort suddenly appeared.

Alon was startled but soon regained his composure.

“It was beneficial.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

Alon asked Selaim, who nodded with genuine satisfaction.

“But, may I ask you something?”

“Yes, please go ahead.”

“…I remember you didn’t speak formally last time, why the sudden change…?”

It was both puzzling and uncomfortable.

Selaim’s face broke into a friendly smile.

“Well, I suddenly felt a sense of respect.”

“…Respect, you say?”

“Yes.”

“…Why, all of a sudden?”

Alon was once again lost.

Just as Selaim was about to speak.

“Selaim, what did you do to make the kids so messed up?”

A voice came from behind.

Turning his gaze, Alon saw someone he knew well but had never met in person, Parkline Kessis.

“Hurry up, you said you’d help with this magic spell, didn’t you? I’m already busy enough, what are you doing here- huh?”

Parkline, who was approaching irritably, soon noticed Alon.

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“…You must be-“

“Nice to meet you, Red Tower Master, I am Marquis Palatio.”

Alon bowed his head slightly in greeting.

Parkline let out an “Ah,” then spoke with a slightly displeased face.

“…I’ve heard a lot about you. You use primal magic?”

“…? Yes, that’s correct.”

Why is this person acting like this? Alon wondered.

However.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. You saved our daughter in the jungle this time, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but-“

“Thank you. My daughter praised you a lot. A whole lot. For almost a week straight after she returned.”

From his continued words, Alon realized why he was acting this way.

“`

‘…This person, he was a fool for his daughter.’

Just as the doting father Parkline was about to add a few more words.

“Go!”

“Oh, damn- you scared me!”

Suddenly, Selaim shouted from beside him.

“How dare you speak like that to Marquis Palatio! Apologize!”

“…???”

Parkline was at a loss for words at the following statement.

Is this guy finally going mad? His expression said it all.

“…You’ve been wandering all over the country looking for a wizard, and now you’ve finally lost your mind?”

He opened his mouth but.

“Master of the Tower? Um- how long should we wait?”

A wizard opened the door of the lecture hall and asked slyly, then sighed deeply.

“Stop talking nonsense and follow me quickly. Keep your promise.”

He turned to leave.

“Wait! Shouldn’t we finish the conversation first!? Marquis, do you have anything else to ask?”

Alon had something to ask anyway.

“Come to think of it, there’s a rumor going around the Magic Tower recently, may I ask about it?”

“What rumor?”

“…I heard that the Master of the Tower has approved my relationship with Fenia. But-“

“I approve.”

“…What?”

“I am wholeheartedly willing to support your relationship.”

With a very refreshing smile, he nodded, and this time Alon was at a loss for words.

‘No way, passing the bomb…’

Perhaps the reason Selaim’s tone suddenly changed was because of this rumor, he thought, trying to explain.

“Just follow me! It’s about to start!”

Before Alon could say anything, Selaim started dragging Parkline away.

“See you next time, Marquis!”

Realizing the truth, he could only see Selaim being dragged away with an unusually bright smile.

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The spirit of the blue moon.

Just a moment ago, the moons that had been chattering fell silent.

It was because Yutia’s face, projected on the screen, was unusually serious.

[We found those who were plotting against the Great Moon.]

The air stirred for a moment.

Taking advantage of the silence, Hidan began his report.

[From now on, I will speak. As a result of our continuous tracking and observation of the remaining organizations, we were able to find the places where they sent directives to the subordinate organizations.]

[How many places?]

[A total of twenty-one places, all of which were confirmed to have practical heads and connections plotting against the Great Moon. However, we have not yet identified the ‘head’.]

After a brief silence.

[Then, we just need to raid those organizations and find the one plotting against the Great Moon, right?]

Surlang, who had been laughing innocently until a moment ago, flashed a fierce smile and his golden eyes gleamed.

[The locations?]

In response to Line’s question.

[The locations are varied. Based on the areas where the moons reside, there are five near Caliban, five near Laxas, three in Ashtalon, three near Lartania, and five in Rosario.]

As soon as Hidan finished his report,

[Did everyone hear that?]

Yutia’s voice echoed.

[Once the information is passed on, we move immediately.]

[Same here.]

[I’ll do the same.]

[It seems there are none in the colony, so I’ll go to Ashtalon. We just need to kill them all, right?]

[Make sure to get information before killing them.]

Yutia, who was advising the moons, each with gleaming eyes, exhaled a breath, slightly easing the heavy atmosphere.

[And there’s another matter.]

[Another matter?]

[What is it?]

Ladan and Surlang responded immediately.

[It seems the Great Moon needs specialties in the territory. So, does anyone have any good suggestions?]

[If it’s a specialty product – are you looking for something unique to the territory?]

[It seems so.]

[Me-! Me, me, me!!]

Seollang raised her hand noisily.

[Go ahead.]

[I’ll build a colosseum in the Great Moon’s territory and become the specialty product!]

[Rejected.]

[Why-]

Seollang pouted, but she didn’t bother to answer.

It was an opinion so outlandish that she couldn’t even begin to correct it.

[You can’t come in person. We each have our own orders to follow.]

[U-]

At that moment.

[A specialty product, isn’t it already decided?]

Deus’s confident voice interrupted.

[What is it?]

[If the Marquis writes an autobiography, everything will be solved.]

Another unusual opinion emerged.

[[…….]]

The other sins made faces that said, “No way, that’s a bit much,” but.

[Hoo- An autobiography written by him personally… I’m looking forward to it. Like a classic novel, with his signature on the first edition – no, maybe I should help write it-]

Deus was already lost in thought, indifferent to the gazes around him.

By now, the other Moons were used to it and left him alone to continue the discussion.

[……A specialty product.]

Ignoring Seollang’s voice full of discontent, Radan, who had been stroking his chin in thought, also spoke up.

[I have an idea that’s not bad. If you leave it to me, I’ll proceed.]

[What is it?]

[Since none of us have the ability, how about bringing in someone who excels at it?]

[Is there such a person?]

[Yes, I recently got to know someone.]

Radan grinned widely.

Meanwhile, in the slums of Raksas.

“!?”

“Brother? Why are you suddenly trembling like that?”

“No- I just got a sudden chill.”

After being dragged by Radan and nearly dying, the adjudicator Alexion, who had been savoring life twice as happily as before, was suddenly struck by an unknown chill.

“…What is this?”

He looked out the window with a face full of anxiety.

…There, the blue moon was shining.

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At that moment.

Confirming the moon had risen, Alon immediately set out to learn magic.

“Good evening.”

[Welcome.]

In the library bathed in blue moonlight, he met Heinkel.

[Here, what you asked for.]

She looked much better than when they met yesterday.

Alon felt a strange sense of incongruity at her appearance.