Luna? Brewster walked unhurriedly down the long corridor of glory, her long emerald dress behind her and her brace with a light stride, brushing the spotless blue stone floor. On both sides of the six-meter-wide corridor, S-class Meteors were placed on tall golden lampstands, emitting a bright yellow-white glow, casting countless blurred shadows on Luna's body on the ground.

Luna? Brewster, as the Grand Magister Luke? Brewster's first apprentice, grew up in this Magister Tower called Sanctions. In her memory, the road had not changed in seventeen years, the same spotless, the same flowing stones, the same golden lampstands, and the servants hidden in the shadows. It's as if time has flinched in this mage tower, as if everything was the same as before.

Eventually, however, time will pass. Before she knew it, Luna was seventeen years old, and she was only one year away from the last time to activate her magic sense, and as Luke's eldest disciple, she was expected to do so. But as a girl, she knew she was far from being as strong as she looked.

The magic lift platform leading to the Rose Hall was at the end of the corridor, and the caring servant had already opened the door to the lift platform. Luna passed by the man without squinting, standing still in the lift, observing herself in the mirror. The smooth forehead, deep green pupils, and long golden red hair are neatly tied behind the head and fixed with a crystal bun. A small S-grade jade stone swayed gently at the end of the bun, emitting a clear light like flowing water. Luna smiled in the mirror, looking at the dimples next to the person's cheeks and covering her lips with her hand.

"Ding—"

The lift slowly stops, and Luna, tucking the last strand of mischievous hair behind her ear, turns to head out the door. Located on the 19th floor of the Magister Tower, the Rose Hall is the third largest hall in the Magee Tower and is rarely open. Today, Luna is going to make a periodic report to her mentor as the person in charge of the Fire Festival in 847 and the 129th year of the Sanctions Era. Also present were eleven other deliberative apprentices of the Mentor, as well as representatives from the King and the Tritheistic Cult.

A turnaround from the lounge outside the lift platform offers an unobstructed view of the Rose Room, an oval-shaped hall of more than 1,000 square meters, decorated in the style of the Rope Kingdom that had been absorbed by the Ankenrein Empire 104 years earlier, with a large number of curves and curtains cascading along the oval walls, embroidered with countless patterns in gold thread. Is the Rope War the Grand Magus Luke? The first war Brewster started after his promotion was also the last war in the Central Continent with two Magisters. Being able to help the Ankenrein Empire take the Cord from an enemy who also possessed a Magister was the most proud of Mentor Luke. That's why he decorated the hall in the style of a rope tower to show off his exploits.

"Mistress Luna."

The servant who was not far away bent down and led Luna to the position of the hand on the square table. As she bent over, the maid's large, white boobs stung Luna's eyes.

"Slut."

Luna muttered in a voice that everyone could hear, and the servant retreated from her welcoming position as if she hadn't heard it at all. Luna tuckled her skirt in her high-backed chair and sat down gently. Counting herself, all 12 of Mentor Luke's deliberative apprentices had already arrived, leaving the seats left for the King's Representative and the Tritheistic Cult to be vacant. Luna glanced at the clock above the square table, a quarter of an hour before the meeting began.

"Sister Luna, all the clothes of the servants in this tower were designed by Lord Luke himself, and it's not good that you scolded the mentor like this, so that the mentor heard it."

The second council apprentice, the blonde and blue-eyed Elsa? Brewster turned his head sideways and looked at Luna with some flirtation. Luna's eyes glanced over Elsa's bulging chest and replied coldly.

"In paragraph 12 of the third chapter of the Book of Ludacris, according to the existing apprenticeship records, there is a non-obvious negative correlation between the success rate of female apprentices in activating magic induction and the size of the bust."

"Hey, it's like I can sense it."

Elsa muttered and fell silent. For all Magister's apprentices, the ability to activate their magical senses is the most important thing in their lives. If they can't activate it before the age of 18, they won't have the opportunity to activate the magic sense. At that time, it was already the greatest luck to be able to stay by the mentor's side and be a lady. Many of the most modest apprentices would be forced to marry off into royal and imperial nobles in order to strengthen the Brewster family's ties with the Empire. Freedom and love mean nothing to these girls who grew up in the Mage Tower.

"Tritheistic Archbishop St. Scott arrived—"

The maid waiting at the door signed up in a clear voice, and Luna straightened up, waiting for the amorous figure who had made a name for herself in Roseville to appear. According to the grapevine, the 38-year-old archbishop has set his sights on him, and has even mentioned to his mentor that he wants to take her as a third lady after she is 18 years old and unable to activate the magic sense. Luna once pretended to complain about this in front of Luke, but Luke did not give a clear negative answer, which made Luna's heart a little heavy.

Saint? Scott was tall and athletic, and was said to be excellent in swordsmanship. Dressed in the dark purple archbishop robes of the Tritheistic Sect, he nodded at the sitting apprentices and sat down to the right of the three seats on the east side of the square table. Luna and Scott glanced at each other, not feeling anything out of the ordinary. She nodded politely, forcing herself to focus on the upcoming meeting.

As the first chief apprentice in charge of the Fire Festival, if Luna can prove that she is capable enough, she may be able to get the position of assistant to the head of the Magister Tower. It's a good place to go on a par with becoming a mentor lady, and it's what Luna has been working towards.

"Fifth Prince Dawn? His Highness Gibson has arrived—"

With another clear roll call, the prince who loves history and is famous for his literary literacy appears in Luna's field of vision. And saint? Scott is different, Gibson is slightly thin, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, no beard, short brown hair is thick and submissive, and he looks quiet and noble in a lake blue college uniform. In Luna's mind, His Royal Highness Gibson is one of the few people she can accept as her husband, but unfortunately, neither the royal family nor the mentor seem to have ever meant this. Luna thinks that perhaps, only if she successfully activates the magic sense, can she hope to make it to the life of this quiet prince.

"Imperial Archmage, Luke? Master Brewster has arrived—"

The Mentor is coming, and the great man who will decide the peace and status of the Ankenriin Empire is about to appear. The 14 figures waiting at the square table sat up straight and looked at the center of the east side. Luna subconsciously reached out and grabbed the magic bracelet in her right hand, the bracelet that could detect magic fluctuations in the air was trembling slightly, and the frequency of the tremor was clearly telling her how powerful the character was about to appear.

With a soft "bang-" sound, Luke, dressed in a magical robe inlaid with countless fine pyroxene stones and holding a short silver staff in his right hand, appeared in his seat. The third prince, Dwayne, sitting to his left? Gibson and the right archbishop of St. Scott politely chatted with him. Luna took advantage of the gap to look around and make sure that all the supposed personnel were there, and got up to ring the small bronze bell in front of her.

"The guests are here, and the meeting begins."

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Not far from Luna's expectations, the meeting ends after two hours. The festival is held every six years, and there is a fixed process for its preparation and management. With Luna's IQ that can read the Second Age Magic Book, as long as she doesn't make mistakes on purpose, the Fire Festival won't be a problem. The reason why the meeting dragged on for so long was because everyone started to discuss the apprenticeship recruitment again. Five years ago, the apprenticeship recruited almost 30% of Anken Reyne's population, which was costly and ineffective. This time, Mentor Luke wanted the royal family and the Tritheistic Church to bear the additional cost of screening 50% of the people, but the royal family and the Tritheistic Church did not agree at first, and the three parties did not reach an agreement after a lot of words.

"Do you think you'll find it this time......?"

Luke, who was walking in front, didn't look back, but his voice was very clear. Luna followed her mentor through the tunnels at the bottom of the Tower, measuring her steps.

"Of course you can, 195 people were found last time, and if 50% of them are screened this time, there will be at least 100 more people, there must be."

"yes, there must be ......"

Luke's voice didn't sound very confident, after all, since he was promoted to a Magister for 104 years, no one had been able to activate the magic sense, and only he knew how much pressure this despair had put on Luke.

"Mentor."

Luna knew that screening wasn't a topic to liven up, so she took two steps closer and held the oak box in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"That ......", Luna wanted to ask what the mentor would do if she couldn't activate her magic sense, but she hesitated at the last moment of her words and cut to another topic.

"I brought 12 pyroxene this time, it should be enough, right?"

"Of course."

Luna nodded, silent. The cost of maintaining this mage tower for a day is 10 S-grade pyroxene, and it should be foolproof to bring two more pieces for backup. The entire Anken Ruiin Empire mines more than 100,000 tons of pyroxene in a day, of which more than 100 kilograms can meet the requirements of the magic array, and if all of them are supplied to the Sanctions Tower, they will be rich no matter what.

The Sanction Mage Tower is the only one in operation in the Ankenrein Empire, and it is said that in the Second Age, Magisters were not as scarce as they are now, and there were 17 Magister Towers in Fort Gustoun. But since entering the Third Age, it seems that someone in the dark has choked the path of mages to promotion, and the number of mages who can reach the mages has become fewer and fewer, and eventually they are almost extinct. The surviving magisters used their wisdom beyond the ancients to create more and more magical arrays, making their personal lethality to the extreme, and successfully maintaining the transcendent status of magic in this land.

Using the magic control bracelet to divert the magic power, take off the pyroxene without energy, and put the new pyroxene in the wooden box next to him, the whole process is not complicated, but it is a status symbol. Luna carefully completed the process, walking over to the mentor and waiting for him to take her away.

But Luke didn't leave as usual. Instead, he silently stepped forward and placed his left hand directly on Luna's waist, gently rubbing it up and down before digging deeper into the side slit of the mage's robes. His chilly fingers gave Luna tiny goosebumps on the skin of her abdomen, and Luna shuddered.

Luke doesn't stop at Luna's trembling, he moves closer to Luna and wraps his right hand around Luna's waist. The scepter he never left poked into Luna's back, hard. Luna thought for a moment and closed her eyes.

Although his first goal is the assistant to the head of the Mage Tower, if he can be the wife of the mentor, it is also a good choice. As one of only six Magus in this world, Luke? Brewster is definitely at the top of the world, and being able to give him his body is only good for Luna, not harmful.

Luke may or may not have seen Luna's hints. He was silent, as always. The only thing that was moving was his hand, which was like a snake, from Luna's lower abdomen all the way up, brushing her chest, resting on it for a moment, then withdrawing.

Luna was half-embraced by Luke and waited for a moment, not waiting for what might happen. She opened her eyes, took a half step back, lowered her head, and let her long hair cover her face.

"Mentor."

"Scott has made a formal invitation to me to offer you to the Holy Father."

Luke's voice wasn't emotional, and Luna thought he might or may not have looked at her. Scott's so-called dedication to the Holy Father is nothing more than taking her as a bed companion. The muscular-looking and simple-minded guy isn't Luna's crush. Although she also knew that she could secure the position of archbishop in the Tritheistic Sect with serious infighting, Scott was definitely not what he seemed on the surface. But for some reason, she just didn't like that person.

"I'm at your command."

Luna bowed slightly, a little reluctantly. But she knows that these things are never up to her. Although she has a high status in this mage tower and the name of the Duke, in the final analysis, unless she can activate the magic sense, she is just like her predecessors who have no math apprentices before, but she is just a doll at the mercy of others, and has no freedom.

Luke didn't say anything more, he turned to leave, his footsteps faintly audible. Luna looked up, looked at the black back, and quickly chased after her. The figures of the two gradually disappeared at the end of the tunnel, leaving behind only the flowing light stone that never went out, exuding a glowing light.