The Magic Tower and the Humble Home

“Franz, it’s shabby and unsightly compared to the Magic Tower, isn’t it?”

Yuna laughed, “Hehe,” as if embarrassed.

Indeed, as she said, her house was utterly shabby compared to the Magic Tower. But how many houses wouldn’t be shabby when compared to the Magic Tower? If you lined up a hundred houses where commoners lived, all hundred would look shabby. So, it was more accurate to say the Magic Tower was extraordinary rather than the commoners’ houses were dilapidated.

Objectively, Yuna’s house wasn’t bad at all. She had expected the interior to be similar to its worn exterior, but surprisingly, the inside was quite decent.

Perhaps it even felt cozy. Living in a place like this didn’t seem so bad. It was exactly like the log cabins he’d seen on TV once.

Of course, he could only think that way because he already had everything he could ever want.

“Well, I think it’s fine. Don’t worry about it too much.”

Franz had lived in a semi-basement during his black-haired 21st-century days, so he had no complaints. Even if he did, he wasn’t foolish enough to voice them.

“That’s a relief. I was worried you’d be upset if you thought it was dirty.”

“Me? Do I look like that kind of person?”...