Lisir didn’t know much about the Gray Tower.

He had no idea what kind of spirits resided there or what kind of mages it housed.

“Could they be talking about me?”

Even so, he could vaguely sense it.

The owner of the mysterious spirit.
The youngest to reach the fifth rank.
Enna and Rassiel’s talk of “Kim” and “Choi” clearly referred to none other than himself.

“There’s no one else in this tower as remarkable as me, Lisir, destined to become the greatest bastard in history.”
But it wasn’t out of arrogance.

There’s context to consider. There’s …