Chapter 88 Tolerated At Best

• The Old Alchemist Tower is a long, winding tower that rises from the ground as a dull grey stone structure. It boasts cracks, chipped paint, and creaking stairs draped in cobwebs. At least the hallways are something to be looked at, but they appear to have been cleaned in a rush. It’s evident that this tower has remained uninhabited for decades.
• I nearly let out a cough from all the dust swirling in the air, then wince when my hastily wrapped, wounded palm touches my mouth.
• “That one, Luna,” the omega maid points at an unremarkable, narrow entrance to the quarters.