Tou no Madoushi

Spinning plant in Renlil.

There were numerous tasks that could be performed by those who could not use magic here and by those of the slave class in the tower.

Flora is also one of the slaves who works here.

She had been working with her hands in motion since earlier.

But the job is like a mountain and never ends.

The machine relentlessly increases Flora's work.

Even today she was unlikely to be able to finish the prescribed amount of work for this minute.

While I'm doing that, it's time for supervisors to check it out.

(Ha. Don't get mad at me again today)

Flora dropped her disappointed shoulder and stared at the remaining pile of work.

Your salary won't come in unless you finish somewhat.

I'm not going to be paid tomorrow or the day after if I stay like this.

The door opens and the supervisor comes in.

Flora blued.

"Flora. Have you finished your work yet? Ah."

The supervisor changes his complexion when he sees the work that remains like a mountain at his desk.

Flora closed her eyes in case she was yelled at.

"Are you leaving so much work behind again"

From there, they say gamigami the usual sermons like those pushed by judgment.

Flora was listening patiently wanting to go home soon.

"What are you going to do? Yeah?"

"I'll try again tomorrow"

"Tomorrow..."

Now it was the director's turn to bluish.

If we delay any further, this time he will be squeezed from the top.

Flora waits for the next word as she freaks out.

"You know how much Norma is this month? You're not the only one who's going to take responsibility for this."

"But... my brother is waiting at home..."

"Yep. Enough said. You're fired. Go home or anywhere."

"Oh, I don't know what to do."

Flora was walking through the city in toe-bottomed footsteps.

(I got lost on the street again. I need to find a new job. Even though I have to take care of my brother)

She was a slave brought from another country by war.

Especially since she had only mediocre skill as a slave without the talent of a magician, she was originally destined to be sold out of the tower, but fortunately her brother had the talent of a magician, so she was allowed to reside in the tower as well.

Although it was nice to be brought into the tower, until then she was a serf, suddenly thrown into the monetary economy by a feudal society, unfamiliar with the system in the tower and completely confused.

Although I could get the Association of Magic Instructors to mediate my work, I was fired immediately for that repetition no matter what job I got.

All the slaves in the tower were highly skilled and there was fierce competition at work, and she was nothing but a mediocre daughter to beat.

I hoped I wouldn't eat until my brother was old enough to work somehow, but at last I'm limited to the staff of the association.

"It's hard next time you seem to be fired for all this work. Thought you weren't coming to work for a while."

That's what he said to get rid of Flora.

She ascertained the money in her hand that she did not forgive.

A thousand legicas.

I won't have it until next week just for food for this minute.

(I have a rent payment for this month and I don't know what to do. They'll sell me out again if I keep doing this. I'm gonna be separated from my brother.)

Flora bumps into people as she walks nagging.

She got her ass cake on.

"Ugh, Itata"

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?

The person who bumped into me reaches out to me.

He was wearing a red robe.

(Ah, Master Magic...)

Flora wolfed.

I might be punished.

But such a concern for Flora. He wakes me up gently taking his hand.

"Excuse me. Think about it."

"Fine. Are you hurt anywhere?

"Yes, thank you"

Flora sees the golden clasp on his chest as chilling.

She had heard rumors of the wind that the clasp would tell her identity.

The gold clasp was heard to be of the civilian class.

"Lynn. What are you going to do with this?

"Ah, that's carried to the front of the building."

"Oh, my God."

The man who helped Flora up, the college magician known as Lynn, seemed to be leading and mentoring several junior classmates.

Instructions are given to the shorter children in red robes, the same college magician.

They seemed to be setting up a building.

Flora manages to tour the work they do.

Under Lynn's discretion, the magicians combine materials to create materials, build columns, embed walls and windows, and instantly create a gray square building.

Finally, Lynn casts a spell and engraves a magic formation on the wall of the building.

"Everybody, all right? This is the magic team to get the Spirit to maintain the building. This will spare the building from aging for the next decade and will maintain a new state of construction as an institution. After that, if you notify the association, you will complete your contract with the Great Spirit who lives in the tower. This building is sheltered by the Spirit. Let's make a note of this magic formation."

"Yes."

All the children under Lynn's guidance will copy the magic formation on paper.

Lynn gives something to a slave-like man when he writes it on paper.

"Deliver this to the association"

"Heh. Yes, I did."

The treatment of slaves was not cluttered either, and seemed kind.

(Wow. Coach younger kids like that even though they're about my age. You must be smart)

"Hey. Lynn."

A boy as old as him talks when Flora manages to watch about Lynn.

He was someone who felt like a bummer as opposed to Lynn.

"Theo. What's wrong?

"What's the matter, man? You're gonna hire the slave-class one, right? Let's go early."

"Yeah."

The two walk towards the association.

Flora looked dazzled by the two of them and the children they were leading.

The people who were guaranteed to be elites as magicians.

Unlike myself, who has no hope for the future.

Flora goes home in a depressed state of mind.

Thinking about how we're going to make a living.

She came up with a plan on her way home.

(Oh, yeah. I wonder if someone could hire that Lynn. He said he was looking for a slave class worker)

That wizard named Lynn seemed kind.

He might not be mad if he made a few mistakes at work.

He was also very nice to the younger kids than himself.

I'm sure he'll pay gentle attention, even if it's wrong or slow.

On the contrary, it would be kind enough to teach me my job.

And even if it's a little sweet, you might forgive me.

She was often intoxicated by the sweet fantasy.

But I'll be back in real life soon.

Later festival already when I came up with the proposal.

They're no longer in this place, and on the contrary, they're probably not even in Renlil.

I don't know when I'll see them in the future.

She was always in this condition.

I realize a good idea after it's too late.

(You can't hire me for that, can you? First of all, I can't do anything)

She walked home even more depressed than earlier.

On my way home, I pass by the side of a giant tree.

Flora looked up at the giant tree at all costs.

It was as wide across as a little grand mansion and firmly rooted on the ground, and the trunk ran through Renlil's ceiling and continued beyond.

The giant tree is the big black pillar of the tower and encloses the 'terminal', the only contact line that connects the lowest level of the tower to the top.

It was always necessary to use the terminal in the giant trees when travelling from the city to the city in the tower.

Even today, the magicians who travel from the city to the city and return to Renlil descend from the giant trees.

Can one day her brother also be mixed up in this magician?

Flora can only give up.

Sometimes she saw a magician touching the tree with her eyes closed.

They say that by doing so they can sense the signs of the Great Spirit living in the giant tree.

The Great Spirit is watching over the wizards who live in the tower.

But she's not included in that.

Flora looked around the streets.

The city hears magic words unfamiliar to her and is filled with illegible magic letters.

Everyone with a cane seemed to enjoy walking in the city.

Those who do not have a cane also feel tired at work but still have the satisfaction of being able to somehow outrun today.

She felt so alienated.

Doesn't anyone need anything about themselves?

That's what I felt.

"Hey, little lady. What are you so depressed about, huh?

An old woman talks to me as Flora walks soggy.

"No, it's nothing"

"Maybe you're having trouble with your job?

When the old lady says so, Flora reacts perfectly and stops.

The old woman was a little dirty, but Nico and her affection made her familiar.

I just had a little creepy yellow teeth to show when I laughed.

"Yes. Actually, I got fired at work."

She started talking.

To be fired immediately at any workplace because of lack of skill and poor guidelines.

It's hard to have a distant brother of years to feed.

That he will lose his place of residence as it is and eventually be sold off into debt and separated from his brother.

The old woman turned a sympathetic look to her and listened slowly.

"Your lord's in trouble, too. Then don't worry. I'll introduce you to a good place to work."

"My old lady?

"Mm-hmm. Actually, I'm having trouble with my husband's lack of manpower. I'm asking you to gather the immature ones. My husband has excellent personality and pays well. If I could work there, I'd have a stable life. You don't have to leave your brother."

"Is that true?

Flora's face, which was sinking, brightens up painfully.

"I don't know. Why don't you just listen there, as long as your lord's okay?

"Yes, thank you very much"

The girl followed the old woman with a candle.

Sometimes life is unpleasant but sometimes good.

It's not something I threw away myself like this, I think.

Flora was taken out of town by an old woman.

She noticed that she was increasingly being brought away from downtown to a flattering place, but also gradually to the prominence of an adorable sign.

It's getting scarier and scarier.

"Um, haven't you reached it yet?

"Almost."

"I have trouble getting too late..."

"Don't worry. I won't let you hang out too late."

Eventually the old lady invites me to reach in front of one building.

It was a relatively fine building compared to the surroundings.

A man is nodding next to a sign on the house.

He looked lean and thin and quite debilitated.

The sign said letters that could not be read by a girl.

A nogging man suddenly stares at this one with his bloody eyes.

He had little hair and a blue-white face, his peeled eyes, his nose as thin as scraped, and his purple lips seemed unhealthy.

Flora finds herself afraid of men.

The old woman threw wrapping paper at the man.

It's like feeding your dog.

The man laughed niggardly when he received the wrapping paper and sniffed it with his nose, then lost interest in this one and began to flaunt the wrapping paper.

Come on in.

An old woman urges Flora.

Flora steps into the building with a nasty foothold.

I cautioned against eye contact when passing beside the man.

Flora was put through to the room.

There was one woman there.

She sees Flora or denies it and smiles softly.

Flora was horrified to see that.

She was wearing a purple robe, plus a silver clasp.

"Dear Edianel, We've brought you what you asked for."

An old woman fell on one knee and said on her knees.

"Thank you. Doesn't it feel good inside?"

The magician, called Edianel, said with a satisfying grin when he saw Flora.

"is, like, liked and above all. This. Introduce yourself."

An old woman urged Flora.

"Yes. I say Flora. Looking for a job. Heard you could hire me here..."

"Yeah, I'm looking for you. And you pass."

"Oh, is that true"

"Yeah, as much as I'd like you to start working tomorrow,"

"Is that okay? That... I can't do anything..."

"It's okay. I was looking for someone like that. People who don't seem to be of any use to society. That's enough if it doesn't help anymore."

"Ha."

Flora got in a complicated mood.

This isn't something I know if I'm being praised or denigrated.

I'm glad it's needed, but what does it mean that the less useful it is, the better it doesn't stand?

All of a sudden, Edianel stood up to her face and did the trick of sheltering her arms.

"? What's wrong?

"It's nothing. The old wound just hurt a little."

"Um, what do you mean by work?"

"It's easy. I need you to carry something."

"Something?

"Yeah, I'm anxious."

"Anxiety?"

"Yes, I want you to carry my anxiety. Could you do that?

Flora worried.

Although I followed you because you said you could get a job, it still seemed kind of pathetic.

There was something odd about it even for Edianel.

Why are 200 hierarchical, and aristocratic, demon mentors looking for people here?

"Um... can I give you a second thought?

"If you think about it, that's enough. I'm afraid I'll hit someone else. Goodbye."

"Oh, wait"

Edianel stares at me with a strange face when Flora says in a hurry.

I said what the hell I had to do.

Seeing that face, Flora realized there was only one response to convince her.

"I'll do it. Let me do the job."

"Okay, we have a contract. Just a moment ago, then."

Flora opened her chest, as she put it.

There Luciola pushes the tip of the cane.

"Ugh."

Flora moans when she feels something hot pressing against her chest.

The ritual was soon over.

Her chest was burned with the tattoo of the guild Marche Ansier.

At the same time, I suddenly feel my shoulders get heavy.

It felt like something was on it.

Above her shoulders was the demon (being halfway between a fairy and a warcraft) at the service of Edianel.

The demon looks like a crow.

"Now we have a contract. In the sun, we became subordinate. Nice to meet you, Flora."

Next time, episode 105: The End of the Moratorium