The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years - Chapter 114



113 – A Dress Instead of a Nun’s Habit

Franz entered the room, thinking it was still a bit early, but he changed his clothes according to Arian’s words. Since he was planning to change later anyway, it was a small price to pay to quell Arian’s dissatisfaction by doing it a bit earlier.

The clothes Franz chose were, of course, the ones Arian had once paid attention to. To say there was no other choice, most of the clothes in the wardrobe were not suitable for formal occasions.

‘Should I buy more clothes…?’

Until now, as the Tower Master, there was no need for formal attire. No one would say anything about a wizard dressing like a wizard. Besides, he was far from crowded gatherings like banquets.

But from now on, the situation is a bit different. He is both the Tower Master and a Duke. As more eyes are on him, he needs to pay attention to his attire.

‘I’ll have to ask Arian later.’

As the daughter of a Duke’s family, Arian would surely know well.

What does it mean to have good connections? It means that in situations like this, they are helpful.

Franz was thinking this as he adjusted his attire in front of the mirror.

Suddenly, he heard Arian’s voice from outside the door.

“Master of the Tower, are you taking long?”

He was planning to go out anyway, but how long had it been since he entered the room that she was already urging him?

Franz let out a short sigh inwardly and stepped towards the door.

As soon as Franz stepped outside, Arian and Hera, who were examining him from head to toe, spoke.

“It suits you well, as expected.”

“I agree with Arian.”

Did they eat something bad together?

Franz was a bit flustered by the sudden compliment. But a compliment is a compliment, after all. Naturally, he didn’t dislike it.

But what kind of preparation are they helping with? If they were urging him to change clothes so urgently, it must not be an ordinary matter.

While Franz was harboring such doubts, Arian spoke.

“But that’s just it. It suits you well. You don’t feel like the star of the banquet.”

Isn’t that enough? There’s no need to become the star of the banquet and draw attention.

Franz hoped so inwardly, but it seemed his wish was not conveyed.

“Sit here. I’ll make you perfect.”

“No, this is enough.”

When Franz refused, a long sigh escaped from Arian’s lips. She then crossed her arms and explained, her heels clicking on the floor.

“Master of the Tower, the world of nobles is harsher than you think. If you are underestimated, you become prey immediately. Do you understand? Moreover, you just became a duke this time, right? Surely, there will be chaos everywhere trying to tear you apart.”

If they try to tear me apart, can’t I just tear them apart with magic or something?

Such thoughts crossed Franz’s mind, but he didn’t voice them. If he said that now, Arian’s lecture would only get longer.

“Anyway, it’s important to make a strong first impression.”

“Really…?”

Franz wasn’t entirely convinced, but he decided to trust Arian for now. When it comes to magic, he might know better, but she was the expert in social circles. There must be a reason for her insistence.

As Franz settled on the sofa, Arian stood behind him.

“Now, stay still.”

In Arian’s hands were various tools, such as hair ties, hairpins, combs, and other grooming tools.

Franz, glancing at them, realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

“Hera, would you like to join too?”

“Huh? Can we do this together?”

“Of course. When else would we repay the Tower Master?”

“Well then…”

Hera and Arian, who had approached hesitantly, began to comb Franz’s hair.

The fortunate thing was that they didn’t have scissors.

But when did these two become so close? For Franz, it was truly ironic.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, while Franz was suffering at the hands of the two, Eustia was engrossed in something inside the moving carriage.

‘Is this part good enough…?’

In Eustia’s hand was a thick book. It was none other than the scripture containing the doctrines of the Goddess Church.

Before teaching Franz, who had become the Holy Father, she was reviewing it once more.

She had taken on a role similar to that of a teacher, and it wouldn’t do to make mistakes.

Moreover, since she had promised to explain it simply to Franz, she needed to pick out the important parts.

‘It would be good to learn it in detail, but…’

The doctrines are the foundation of the religion. To be honest, the idea of learning them simply was wrong from the start. Why else would the believers come to the cathedral every day to receive teachings? It’s that important.

However, in Franz’s case, it was a bit special, so it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t become the Holy Father by choice, and if they made him memorize the thick scripture, anyone would feel repelled.

The only hope was that by learning the doctrines this time, he might develop an interest and seek the teachings on his own.

‘Come to think of it, I didn’t want this either.’

Feeling unjustly wronged, Eustia pouted her lips and closed the scripture.

When she turned her head to look out the window, she saw a tall tower not far away. It was the Magic Tower where Franz was.

Seeing it like this, it seemed even taller. It was amazing to think that she had been to the top.

‘It wouldn’t be strange, would it…?’

Eustia nervously examined her skirt. The hem of her pure white dress fluttered lightly.

It was her first time wearing such clothes, so she felt uneasy. She worried that others might not like it.

Especially Franz. Or the Tower Master. Or the Holy Father.

As she continued to worry, Eustia let out a short sigh.

‘I’m such a fool…’

Why was she so concerned about one man? There was no reason to care about his opinion in the first place. She was just wearing the clothes she wanted to wear.

Well, it would be nice if he liked it.

…Or not.

How much time had passed while Justia was lost in thought? The carriage gradually began to slow down and soon came to a complete stop.

Justia got off the carriage. In front of her stood a large, tall tower – the Magic Tower, of course.

At first, it was simply fascinating, but having come here so often recently, it felt somewhat familiar.

At that moment, the holy knight who had accompanied her spoke.

“Saint, are you really alright?”

In fact, the holy knights were only accompanying her up to this point, and from here on, Justia was to move alone. It would be a nuisance to ask Franz to teleport her every time, and it was not proper etiquette to bring knights to a royal banquet.

So, from his perspective, it was only natural to be worried. After all, he was sending the saint off alone without any escort.

But Justia’s decision did not change.

“It’s alright. I’ll be moving with the Holy Father from here on anyway.”

“But what if something happens? What if a group of cultists attacks…?”

“Then it will be a day of atonement for many sinners.”

It was unthinkable that Franz would fall to a mere cultist attack. Rather, the cultists would be the ones to meet their end.

Did Justia’s firmness get through to him? The holy knight seemed to have given up.

“…Understood. Then I will take my leave.”

“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”

With that farewell, the holy knight drove the carriage away.

Left alone, Justia did not hesitate and strode towards the Magic Tower.

Soon, Arian came down to the first floor of the Magic Tower to fetch Justia.

Justia, who had secretly hoped Franz would come, felt a bit disappointed, but she did not voice it. There was no point in arguing with Arian, especially not in the Magic Tower.

As they walked down the corridor leading to the Tower Master’s chamber, Justia spoke.

“Did something good happen?”

When she first saw Arian today, he had been smiling as if in a good mood, so she asked.

Arian seemed to ponder for a moment, then smiled and replied.

“Yes, indeed. Something very joyous happened. The Saint will soon find out too.”

Find out? What could he mean by that?

Justia wondered, but fortunately, she soon found the answer. The scene that greeted her when the door to the Tower Master’s chamber opened was the answer.

“Tower Master, I have brought the Saint.”

Arian acted as if nothing was amiss, but Justia could not.

For in front of her stood Franz, with his hair tied like a sprout.

“Franz, what on earth is going on…?”

Franz’s gaze naturally turned to Justia at her question. He then let out a long sigh and answered.

“Would you like to sit down?”

Though he didn’t show it, Franz was very glad to see Justia.

Finally, he could escape from this prank.