Great Chaos

The Mage Tower’s monthly priority reservation was used for the first time.

Marie sighed the moment she saw the reservation list.

“It’s mages again. Can’t we tell them in advance that somersaults are forbidden this time?”

“It would be a little harsh to restrict a guest’s reaction to the meal.”

“What if they hit their heads on the restaurant ceiling?”

“We’ll have to charge them for the repairs.”

Marie shook her head.

I wondered whether this was really all right, but it was already too late.

There were more Mage Tower guests this time than the last.

Two white-bearded elders, three young researcher mages, and the head of the Department of Applied Material Sensory Research, the department that had sent Estelle...