The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success-Chapter 40

I blinked slowly.

This man really wasn’t a normal human being.

His pronunciation was fine, but the meaning behind his words and conversation were as disconnected as Kibon Altess's level.

Kiaros sighed deeply and intervened.

"We cannot just fire all the Scroll Management Department employees indiscriminately."

It was the first entirely reasonable statement I had heard here today.

"There are livelihoods at stake, and we might cause innocent victims if we proceed rashly."

It was not the Tower, but the Crown Prince, who was protecting our department.

"Even if the department is dismantled, we will first dismiss only the problematic individuals and reassign the others to different departments."

Ohhh, what a relief.

At least my employment stability was secured for now.

"Hmph, fools."

The Tower Lord snorted.

"There are cursed shadow organizations targeting the royal family? If it were me infiltrating a civil service department, I’d plant a model employee too. Someone who would never get fired no matter what."

Well, he wasn’t wrong. If I were trying, I would’ve hidden a highly competent spy inside the Scroll Management Department too.

"We are aware. But until we can properly sort them out, we have no other choice."

"No other choice, my foot! You should blow up the whole department!"

The Tower Lord was trying to dismantle our department himself now.

I looked like I was about to cry from betrayal, and even Kiaros replied as if he couldn’t believe it.

"Didn’t you come here to protect the Scroll Management Department?"

"Well, dealing with the Tower’s pride being tarnished is annoying..."

The Tower Lord glanced at me with rolling, gleaming eyes.

"But talent is far more important to the Tower."

The Empress let out a hollow laugh, clearly speechless.

Then she shook her body threateningly and demanded,

"If you look at it that way, isn’t this whole mess partly because the Tower failed to ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) manage its own people? Shouldn’t you take responsibility?"

"I'll take responsibility. Let’s dissolve the department. Fire everyone."

It just kept going in circles.

"Heh... but crafting 166 scrolls, huh..."

The Tower Lord stroked his chin and muttered, his gaze lighting up with greed as he looked at me.

"Normally impossible with regular mana. How strong must your mana be? How fast are your calculations?"

"Tower Lord."

"I can't hold back. I have to take her and run all sorts of experiments—"

"Tower Lord!"

Kiaros warned him in a low voice.

"Why must the innocent people in the department suffer unemployment because of the Tower Lord’s failure?"

"Then what do you propose? Huh? What are you going to do? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

The Tower Lord jeered annoyingly.

The Emperor remained silent.

The former Minister of Justice, unable to bear it, whispered to the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, should you not intervene..."

"Hehehe."

The Emperor replied softly, smiling warmly.

"I’m watching to see how far my son will go to protect something precious to him. Parents shouldn’t step in too much at times like these."

While the Emperor just smiled fondly and said nothing, the Tower Lord, done with his jeering, folded his arms proudly.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said,

"The Tower also has a duty to protect mages. Namia Roafi is an extraordinary mage acknowledged by the Tower..."

Uh, since when?

"It’s absolutely unacceptable for her to rot away as an ordinary low-ranking civil servant!"

The Empress, burning with rage, exploded again.

"Unacceptable, my foot! She’s an extraordinary civil servant recognized by me!"

"Civil servant? Heh. I guarantee you, there’s no one in that entire department who can match her in magic."

That was actually true. I nodded fiercely.

"Her talent is absurd. If she had come to the Tower when she was a child, I would've raised her as my successor!"

At the Tower Lord’s words, I rolled my eyes and cautiously raised my hand.

"Um, are you saying... I’m not fit to be your successor now?"

The Empress roared like she was coughing up blood.

"Why would you even ask that! Namia, are you seriously thinking of leaving me?"

Meanwhile, the Emperor muttered, "That’s not even your line."

Pretending not to hear, the Tower Lord clicked his tongue.

"You're already too old. You’ve been tainted too much by the secular world. Your innate mana is impressive, but in old age, you’ll fall behind compared to those who cultivated their mana purely since childhood."

Ah.

Apparently, to succeed the Tower Lord, one had to think far into old age.

"That’s why we normally don’t accept anyone over twenty. But Namia Roafi, for you, we’re making an exception. That alone is an incredible privilege."

The Tower Lord shrugged again.

"The Tower is a meritocracy. Seeing a talent like you buried under incompetent superiors is a disgrace to our honor."

"You’ve seemed fine just watching until now."

For once, the ever-dignified Kiaros shot back sarcastically.

"Do you even know what kind of superiors Namia had to endure?"

At Kiaros’s biting tone, the Tower Lord picked his ear and avoided the question.

"Anyway, we can’t leave her under such bosses. I know that Minister guy, you know."

"I’ve already dismissed that Minister. He was deeply problematic."

"Problematic, indeed. I heard he stole quite a bit."

"You knew? Then why didn’t you warn the Imperial Family earlier?"

"Ehh, it was annoying... and I was busy with my daughter’s matters."

From what I could tell, the Tower Lord was just as problematic.

Realizing he was losing ground, the Tower Lord shouted again.

"That’s how unqualified that Minister was! The Tower doesn’t associate with incompetent fools!"

The Tower Lord stomped his foot childishly.

"What’s the point of having a genius like Namia if she’s just stuck as a lowly grunt who can’t even communicate properly..."

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"Regardless, stop thinking about taking Namia Roafi away."

Kiaros drew a firm line.

"First of all, she doesn’t want to go. This is the Imperial Family’s official stance regarding Imperial civil servants."

The Tower Lord groaned and rubbed his forehead.

The Imperial Family found clashing with the Tower a burden, but the Tower found clashing with the Imperial Family just as burdensome.

Now that Kiaros had officially stated the Imperial position, the Tower Lord couldn’t push any further.

"Hmph. Still, a talent like that needs continued contact with the Tower..."

At that moment.

The Tower Lord’s eyes gleamed.

"Yes. That’s right. Good."

Of course, he was the only one who thought it was good — the rest of us were filled with dread.

The Tower Lord grabbed my hand and raised it high.

"Let’s make her the Minister!"

Everyone looked like they’d been struck by lightning.

Myself included.

'M-m-m-m-m-minister?'

A real Minister?

The kind you usually couldn’t even dream of until your late forties?

"Didn’t you say the department’s top ranks were all fired?"

The Tower Lord shouted gleefully.

"Doesn’t it mean you need a new Minister? Then let's make her the new Minister. She’s skilled in magic, she’ll keep communication open with the Tower, and she’ll uphold the Tower’s honor!"

"Tower Lord."

The former Minister of Justice finally spoke up.

"Didn’t you just demand the Scroll Department be dismantled?"

"I take that back."

The weight of the Tower Lord’s words was truly light.

The former Minister of Justice sighed heavily and shook his head.

"Tower Lord, do you think a Minister's position is some kind of joke? You can't just put someone there because they’re good at magic."

I darted my eyes around.

A twenty-three-year-old Minister.

Of course, the former Minister of Justice was outraged.

"Then what qualifications are needed? Huh?"

The Tower Lord demanded, his eyes triangular with impatience.

The former Minister of Justice answered like he was dealing with a problem child.

"First, mastery of Advanced Ancient Language is basic for access to ancient documents... Ha, honestly, explaining this is ridiculous."

He crossed his arms and turned to me with an annoyed look.

"Namia Roafi, state your thoughts."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on me.

Lowering my head slightly, I slowly opened my mouth and spoke.

"Barsh Karten Kailtero Masku Atum. (I am proficient in Ancient Language.)"

A brief silence fell.

I glanced around and added,

"Arten Loki Kabare. (I can also handle free-talking.)"