The saintess Was Mistaken

With a flash of light, Franz arrived at the 5th basement floor of the Magic Tower.

Even though the lights were brightly lit, its distinctly gloomy atmosphere remained unchanged.

As expected, it was a place he never wanted to visit again.

“Why do you look like…”

Zeni-ah, who had been kneeling modestly in front of the magical engineering device, widened her eyes upon spotting Franz.

It was a natural reaction, considering the person who had been perfectly fine when he left had returned looking like he was on the verge of collapsing.

It seemed the candy’s effect was quite good, given that she was able to stay perfectly fine despite everything.

“Just this and that happened.”

There was no reason to tell her the truth.

It might sound like he was needlessly trying to take credit...