Even magic can't explain these feelings.

Achilles, the powerful magician of the Black Tower, an outstanding individual that left an overwhelming impression towards anyone he met──basically, a well-respected figure towards the society.

He's also the same bastard who saved your life from having your mana consume your whole fucking body.

"Wow, so this is how you treat me after saving your life?" Achilles said, munching on a cookie that your maid served.

"How rude, your highness."