"As of today, you are being dispatched to the Mage Tower."

The appointment order handed over by the Director of the Royal Academy of Magic was brief.

<<Ordered to serve as assistant to Twilight, Master of the Mage Tower>>

The moment you see the name, you involuntarily catch your breath.

Twilight.

There isn't a single mage who doesn't know that name.

The Great Mage, hailed as the finest in the kingdom.

A genius at the pinnacle of the modern era, said to be a match for hundreds of mages combined.

However, almost no one knows what he actually looks like.

An eccentric who never appears at royal ceremonies, takes no disciples, and remains secluded in a mage tower deep in the mountains.

The rumors that reach the public all lack a sense of reality.

"I hear he only appears on moonlit nights."

"...They say he's a moth beastman."

No one knows the truth.

Because of that, people speak of him as if he were a legend.

"Will the assistant's duties be difficult?"

When you ask while clutching the appointment order, the Director gives a wry smile.

"The work itself isn't hard."

"However..."

"Not a single assistant we've sent so far has lasted long."

"What?"

"The reasons vary. Some quit saying he doesn't reply when spoken to, or that there's no sense of daily life, or that he has no interest in anything but research... others ran back saying he was 'too beautiful to feel at ease around.'"

They sounded like joke reasons.

"...I believe that you will be alright."

Leaving only those words, the Director quietly sent you on your way.