"Y-you... Master! Are you drunk again last night? I told you to not drink these things anymore, right!"
Early in the morning, before the sun rise from the east, most of people is still drooling in their bed.
But on the Purple Tower, these common sense not valid at all.
From inside a messy, full of empty bottles and trashes room, an angry shout of a mid 30s woman can be heard echoing beyond the double door separating the corridor and the room.
The shout was Airana Whitebland's, the current vice-Towermaster of the Purple Tower.
Her aged but beautiful face currently is twisted in anger.
Her disbelieve, disgusted yet somehow teary with disappointment and betrayal eyes, was locked at a white long-haired girl, who lying at the dirty floor on just an oversized shirt and panty.
The girl's eyes abruptly opened after her slumber disturbed by Airana.
She slowly raise her right hand to wipe her eyes, stretching a while, before noticed Airana's looming figure looking her down with glare.
"Ah... My disciple... What's wrong?"
The girl mumbled with smile, fawning occasionally.
"Hmm... Is it dinner time already?" She asked, looked at Airana with hope.
A greenish vein bulged at Airana's forehead.
"You..."
"??"
She irritated now.
"I..."
"I?"
She always endured.
Up until now.
Days by days.
All of that for what she indebted to this seemingly useless and helpless girl.
She was an important person for her.
Very important.
But... Even she had her limit.
"Idiot... MASTER!"
"E-Eehhh!! Wh-what are you just say, to this master of you—"
"SHUT UP!!!"
And explode is the usual chaos of the Purple Tower.
The mages of the Purple Tower all had a bitter smile at their face, tried to ignored the commotion while focusing at their respective activities for they who went overslept for doing their tasks, and at their bed for their who awaked by the sudden morning noise.
But this morning's chaos was different from the other days' chaos.
Because it is seems that... This chaos would be the last daily chaos of Purple Tower.
Several young mages widened their eyes when they poked up their head from the Dormitory's windows, looked at the figure of the Vice-Towermaster Airana Whitebland, who carrying the crying Towermaster of this Tower of theirs.
"O my disciple... Uh... Whoever your name was! Listen here to this master of yours! Don't do something hastily! Calm your mind!" The Towermaster cried while struggling at The vice-Towermaster's shoulder.
"You is the one who should calmed down! Every day, you just drank, drank, drank, drank, drank, and DRANK! Ate unhealthy foods! Dirty your room! Never EVER listening to me even once!"
Due to the distance, the young mages can't see their expression, but... Why it's sound like their vice-Towermaster's voice is like a not-loved children who complain to her disappointing mother?
The young mages looked at each other, then shook their head.
No way ever could their vice-Towermaster had such childish persona.
That's must be their imagination.
Yes, that's must be so!
While these young mages kept peeping at the sight, Airana continue her complains.
"What 'The Sage'!? What 'The member of Hero Party'!? You can't even help yourself! You..."
Airana stopped at the gate of the Purple Tower, her lips trembled.
"You are...!"
Tears welled off her eyes when she throw away the girl from her shoulder to the cobblestone road.
"NOT MY MASTER AT ALL!!!"
After sent a last teary glare to the girl, Airana wiped her eyes from the tears and closed the gate with a bang.
The girl silently looked at the back of Airana from the gaps between the gate's steel bars far a moment, before lowered her head, sighing while looking at the clothes her wearing now.
Even at the angry state, Airana still couldn't force herself to throw her while her attire is only a shirt and a panty.
Airana forcefully dressing her with a robe, blouse, hat, skirt and boots, even a staff for her since she is a mage.
"My disciple..."
The girl's identity is the Towermaster of Purple Tower, the one who once be-known as the Blessed Dark Mage or the Sage of Holycurse and a member of the Hero Party, Riana Whitebland.
Despite the young appearance, she is the Master of Airana.
She is someone who witness the real chaos of the Great war 100 years ago.
Somehow, she does not aging.
She lives until this very moment.
Left alone by her comrades one after another.
Can't die at the time with them as it should be.
Before she knew it, she already drowned at the vicious cycle of drinking alcohol and unhealthy foods, even gamble when the chance come.
She lose her life purpose, absentmindedly only life for temporary pleasures.
She is a... Poor woman.
Yes, I am is a poor woman!
Riana get up and rise her middle-finger at the back of her disciple.
"Bastard, you unfilial disciple! I will remember this! Don't ever you forget that I'm are the infamous Sage of Holycurse! I would curse this tower with a great misfortune! Fufu...fufu...HAHAHAHA—"
Riana raised her staff, start to prepare her spell, but disturbed by a punch in the face from the teleported Airana.
"Die, you hag!"
The punch of the vice-Towermaster is not a joke at all.
Even if she is not someone specialized in close-combat, with enough physical strengthening spells, she can extert an inhuman power solely by magic.
Riana had her nose bleed and lose her conciousness by the punch, but Airana don't care anymore.
She looked at the poking faces of the young mages from the Dormitory and ordered them.
"Gather, you all. Quickly perform a huge-scale teleporting group-level magic circle to transport this hag to somewhere far away!"
Left with no option to deny the order from their vice-Towermaster at all, the young mages throw their sheet off the floor.
And while still wearing their pajamas, they brought their staff and start performing the teleporting magic circle.
Looked at the petite figure of their Towermaster, they can only steel themself and activating the magic circle together.
Farewell, cute drunkard Towermaster. We would always remember and cherish the money and the beer bottles you shower after you win the gamble.
In their mind, they pay a last pray for the departing of their Towermaster.