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Chapter 72

"Hunter is coming."

I froze as if that sentence had hit me.

"I told him that you woke up. But whether you go back or not is your choice."

Cain said that, leaning towards me.

'You're not going, are you?'

His red eyes shook mercilessly like a child afraid of being abandoned by his mother. I gently withdrew my hand held by him. Cain's face darkened. But he didn't need to worry. The male lead I chose was ultimately Cain, and regardless of having positive feelings for Hunter, I had no intention of going back to him.

"From today, I am an apprentice of the Magic Tower"

"A crazy bastard, that's crazy about magic, that sounds good."

***

Cain, hearing my answer, happily turned away. He would immediately contact the palace and tell them to find another princess or something. He is a person with a twisted personality.

I sat in my room, finely chopping thistle grass and thinking. It's better this way. I'd rather Hunter hate me completely after hearing Cain's teasing. A weirdo who claimed to have left to cure his illness but got stuck in magic. A cold-hearted guy who treats feelings and memories between us as if they were nothing special. I wish he would think of it that way.

In front of me, finely chopped thistle grass was piled up like powder. I swept them with my hand into a bag, waved my wand, and cast a spell.

"[Mito]."

It was a transmission spell Heron had taught me. I had often witnessed magicians here making letters or objects disappear into thin air without a spell or wand. High-level magicians living in the towers could use transmission magic without a spell or wand, but as an inexperienced apprentice, I was lacking in that aspect. Still, thanks to Heron's training, I could cast transmission magic without any failures.

The bag containing thistle grass disappeared fast. That was what I had sent to Herba.

When I had too many distracting thoughts and felt anxious. I liked refining my magic potion ingredients. It had a kind of meditative effect. I tapped my finger on the empty desk and got up from my seat. It was probably a good idea to get more ingredients.

I took the elevator to the 75th floor. Phlos was, as usual, tending to plants buried in the greenhouse.

"Phlos, I'm here."

"Wow, apprentice, you came at the right time!"

Phlos jumped out of the grassland. Her hair was messier than usual. I approached her and removed a few small leaves stuck in her tangled curls. Phlos didn't pay any attention and just said what she had to say.

"My VIP is coming soon!"

"VIP?"

"He's the biggest customer of my greenhouse! A wealthy customer who comes to the Magic Tower once a year to buy the herbs I've grown. He's like my sponsor."

Phlos had mentioned that since she was an apprentice magician, a high-ranking noble had been supporting her with a large research grant. He was the lord of a barren region where plants didn't thrive, so he had made a personal contract with Phlos because of the constant shortage of herbs. Every year, he came to the Magic Tower to purchase herbs in bulk and listen to research results, and that day was tomorrow.

"He really has great insight! My family and I may not get along well, but he is a great supporter"

Phlos cheerfully said. As it turned out, Phlos was also the daughter of a high-ranking family, but she had abandoned the family name and struggled with life for a while, and the person who had solved her financial difficulties was her sponsor.