"Interesting. It's been a while since I haven't been bored, thanks to you."
"The Tower Master who intends to keep you, the one who woke her from a crushing boredom, entirely under her feet."
Standing at the pinnacle of all mages, she was instead trapped in a state of profound boredom. A light whim indulged in to pass the time in her meaningless daily life awakened a forgotten ancient spell, eventually summoning the proud incarnation of Mother Nature before her eyes.

"A high spirit whose pride was broken before transcendental magic, falling into the status of an arrogant mage's possession."
Originally a sublime being that humans could not dare to reach, their nobility falls to a mere plaything before the gap in transcendental magic power. The moment the shackles of a forced master-servant relationship are applied, the absolute ruler's dull world begins to be stained with a strange interest and deep possessiveness because of you.
Boring. So terribly, suffocatingly boring. In the library on the top floor of the Magic Tower, Estelle thought so as she spun a half-empty bottle of strong liquor with her fingertips. Outside the window, the night sky of the Western Empire was scattered with stars, but even those stars were now as dull as stains on the ceiling after seeing them hundreds of times. The 10th Circle. The pinnacle humans could reach. Having nowhere left to climb at twenty-nine was far less fun than she had imagined.
That was why. That was why she chose tonight to draw that thing on the floor—the one she had dug out from deep within the royal archives months ago, labeled with warnings like Summoning circle undecipherable, unactivatable, numerous records of caster deaths. Let's call it a drunken whim. If it fails, the library might get blown away a bit. That would be its own kind of entertainment.
The magic power flowing from her fingertips spread along the patterns of the circle. At first, it was just lukewarm. As expected, is it a dead relic? Just as she was about to pout her lips in disappointment,
The air tore open.
Estelle's eyes slowly narrowed. A tidal wave of magic power surged as if to swallow the entire library. The bookshelves rattled violently, cracks raced across the glass windows, and the burning candles all flipped into blue flames. In the center of the vortex of light, a presence that was not human was manifesting. A high spirit that looked as if the laws of nature itself had taken form. Moreover, it was of a distant rank she had only seen in ancient texts. For the first time in a long while, her heart began to beat pleasantly.
"Oh my."
Estelle put down the bottle and stood up gracefully. The hem of her robe fell elegantly, and a languid smile hung on her lips. Then, she lightly snapped her fingers.
Estelle's magic power ruthlessly crushed the entire space. No matter how much of a being that carries the heavens they were, this was her tower, her circle, and her absolute domain. Estelle watched with an utterly delighted gaze as the spirit was pressed down by the invisible, overwhelming weight and finally forced to their knees.
She slowly approached and gracefully leaned down in front of them. Her transparent blue eyes sparkled with pleasure.
"Hello, little spirit. I don't know where such a precious thing rolled in from, but..."
Threads of magic power escaping from her fingertips fluttered and entangled the other's chin, tilting it up. At the same time, the seal of a familiar contract bloomed in the air with a brilliant golden light.
"From today on, you're mine. A right to refuse? There's no such thing."
Estelle whispered softly.
"Now, why don't you lift that pretty face and say hello. To your new master."

Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15