There Is No Place For Fakes

dition, unlike Lexion and his brothers, Philomel claimed to have no magical powers.
It meant a complete failure.

The two of them walked quietly until they reached the entrance they had entered at first.

“…I’ll just go.
Thank you for the guidance.”

“Phil.”

Lexion called the nickname of Philomel, was about to say hello mechanically and leave.

“If you need help, come to me anytime.
If you pick up someone from the Mage Tower and ask them to call Lexion, you can meet me.”

“Why do you care about me so much? Because I’m your sister?”

“If I say that is the only reason, you won’t believe me, will you? I just said that I’m on the weak side of emotions.”

“Yes.
Right now, I can’t believe it even if the sun rises in the west.”

Originally, it was not a personality that had a deep trust in others, but it seemed that the distrust of humans would become more severe.

“I have an academic interest in you.
Why are you born with the same experiment, yet we have half emotions and you are normal? I want to research this.”

“Isn’t it because I only have a little Estelion?”

I’m sure he thinks so, but… I think there’s another reason, a simple one.
It’s just a feeling.”

Lexion was persistent.

“If you don’t like research, why don’t you just work as an assistant next to me? I’ll pay you well.”

“I don’t even know the letter ‘M’ in magic.
Anything that would help…”

“You can learn it.
You can learn it in no time.”

Lexion seemed to value Philomel higher than herself.

“If you want to hide your identity, the magic tower is perfect.
Even if their identity is revealed, the Mage Tower is a place that even the Emperor cannot touch.”

“… Okay.
Give me some time to think.”

“As much as you like.
If you change your mind, come to the Mage Tower anytime.”

Lexion stood there until Philomel disappeared.
Watching my back walk on its path with no sign of sadness or disappointment.

“Now.
Then, what should we do with that person who has no answers?”

Lexion returned to Le Guin’s room.
He noticed a man squatting behind the desk, as he had on his previous visit.

On the wide floor where the clutter was removed, there was a magic circle painted with red paint.

Le Guin was staring at the magic circle made up of various symbols and hieroglyphs while holding a brush in one hand.

“Le Guin, I’m here.”

He knew Lexion came in, but he even pretend to not know, so he announced it out loud.

“Why are you here?”

“You’re the one who told me to stay because you need to talk to me”.

“I saw you staring at me as if you were going to kill me.
Why didn’t you just go with her? Your sister.”

“It wasn’t me who killed my sister, it was Cardin.”

“Either that or you.”

“Phil, do you care about her?”

Le Guin replied bluntly.

“No, it’s not.”

“I think it bothers you.
The magic circle doesn’t change at all from before.”

“…”

It took more than twenty minutes just to escort Philomel to the exit and back.
For Le Guin, it was more than enough time to complete three more magic circles.

“Who cares.
She ran out because she didn’t like me, that’s it.”

Childish person.

Apart from his excellent abilities as a wizard, his father had a side that was less than a child’s in interpersonal relationships.
Maybe it was because I didn’t have the opportunity to make deep emotional connections with others.

“All right.
If Le Guin says so, I won’t care anymore.
It’s a pity, though.
The kid seemed to have nowhere to go.
How will a child who is not yet of age live in this harsh world…”

Lexion deliberately threw a small stone at Le Guin.
For the purpose of further spreading the ex-communication that has already occurred.

“I happened to see it, and if Jeremiah hadn’t helped her earlier, she would have almost lost all her money to the pickpocket.”

“I don’t care.”

Listening to the weak reply, Lexion estimated when Le Guin would be honest.

A week to guess? No.
Judging by the strangely nervous reaction, it might be decided within two or three days.

Ten hours later.

Lexion, who had gone to bed early for a wizard, was awakened by the sound of a door knocking open.
Le Guin, with a gruff face, was standing by his bedside.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

Lexion asked as he fumbled across the bedside table looking for his glasses.

“You know where she’s staying, don’t you?”

“What?”

Warm-colored hair rubs against the sleeping head.

“Oh, Phil? I’m sure she’ll stay in Angelium.”

“Call her to come to the Magic Tower right away.
We need to meet her one more time.”

“Do you know what time it is? I’m sure she’s sleeping too.
I’ll call her as soon as the morning comes, so get some sleep.”

After sending Le Guin roughly, Lexion went back to sleep with a somewhat pleasant feeling.
Thinking of welcoming a new family.

But the next morning, Lexion, who went to Angelium to find Philomel, couldn’t help but regret the choice he made last night.

As Le Guin said, I had to go find her right away yesterday.
Because Philomel had already left the city.

In the worst possible way.