Chapter 20
Chapter 7: The Joyful Rebellion of the Last-Place Purification Sorcerer* * *
"We see the great 3-star Purification Sorcerer Haroz!"
"Haroz-nim, please come this way!"
3-star Purification Sorcerer Haroz.
From the Northern Magic Tower, he had a close relationship with Duke Ortejo.
He mainly stationed at Northern monster bases, purifying Duke Ortejo and his knights.
As a rare 3-star, he was often summoned to imperial events or by many nobles.
The people of Ortejo Castle cheered en masse, surrounding him.
"Haroz-nim! We saw your performance this time too."
Unlike everyone praising him, Haroz felt ennui.
*'Just a mere 3-star among 5-stars.'*
Meaning he could never reach the great 5-stars.
Purification sorcery was an ability limited to effectively wielding innate Purification Power.
Thus, a life with no expectations for growth.
Haroz passed the cheering crowd quickly and spoke to his five assistants.
"This is a grave task of personally educating Lady Iri Ortejo. Introduce your specialties, then educate according to her decision."
The five 2-star Purification Sorcerers Haroz had carefully selected each had different specialties.
"If you choose me, you can learn purification practice."
"I'll take you to the forest and teach purification rituals."
Four of them specialized in practical purification sorcery and were quite motivated to connect with the Ortejo family.
Meanwhile, the one at the back, Purification Sorcerer Martin, muttered with deadpan eyes.
"But why did you bring me?"
"Lady Iri is a beginner, so she must learn the basics of purification sorcery first: 'sensing surrounding magi.' Thus, your specialty 'Purification Meditation' is a candidate."
"Who studies basics step-by-step these days? Plus, Purification Meditation just draws in magi—everyone just points fingers."
The other Purification Sorcerers chided him.
"Martin chose the wrong specialty and ruined his life—a prime example."
"Right. She'll want practical purification sorcery right away. Otherwise, I'll withdraw."
Haroz held his tongue.
*'But Lady Iri might be different.'*
And so, the six Purification Sorcerers entered the Ortejo family's reception room.
A few minutes passed.
*Knock knock knock.*
Someone knocked on the door.
Martin said puzzledly.
"Hm, is a bird pecking somewhere?"
"No way. Sounds like a knock?"
"Ah, a knock you say?"
Forget knocking—Northern kids usually kicked doors open.
But another Purification Sorcerer cautiously said.
"...Probably a knock."
As his words ended, *knock knock knock* sounded again.
"Is anyone inside?"
Haroz, surveying the frozen Purification Sorcerers, went and opened the door.
There stood the silver-haired little girl he'd seen earlier, Iri.
"Hello!"
Iri bowed her head politely with a *nod*.
Her round crown gleamed smoothly, as if sunlit.
