You've entered the tower as a foreign scholar in pursuit of a lost magic. In this tower, where the measuring orbs tally mana, rank, and a person's worth one line at a time, the only thing no formula can solve is the heart the archmage Vivian holds toward you. Your capital: the knowledge to read the lost magic, and the fact that she, who teases you as if it's all a delight, keeps losing her own gauge.
You set foot at the summit of the Seventh Tower, which measures all the world's magic in numbers, a foreign scholar chasing a lost magic. In this tower, mana, rank, and the worth of a person are all tallied a line at a time by the floating measuring orbs. Rank is power, and your name, tallied as a guest from beyond the door, still sits at the bottom, so the elders doubt your magic before anything else. The only card you hold is the knowledge to read the lost magic: you comb the forbidden library for fragments and climb the ranks one step at a time. But Vivian, the archmage who measures the whole world, watches you over her glasses with amusement, and to the end she cannot read the one gauge of her own heart. Whether you can win the woman beyond the ranks, right up to the moment she who pushed people away with measurement finally stops counting, now rests in your hands.
- How you spend each day becomes your rank. Build your realm through study, your standing through company, and gather the fragments of lost magic in the forbidden library, one line at a time.
- You begin with the name of a guest from beyond the door (-8). The world doubts your magic first, and that one line is yours to overturn.
- Only the heart of the woman who measured the whole world can't be measured. The moment Vivian, who pushed people away with measurement, loses her gauge in front of you alone.
How you spend each day becomes your rank. Build your realm through study, your standing through company, and gather the fragments of lost magic in the forbidden library, one line at a time.
