My Ex-Husband Became The Male Lead

Demiact shook his hand.
“Elemental Cubes are infinitely generous towards fairies and dragons, so we will be able to deceive the Elemental Cube with that heart as a medium.”

“Oh, as expected of Sir Demiact!”

“…Professor wizards should use it to stabilize the Elemental Cube.”

“Yes! We will.”

Demiact left the conference room and headed for the living room.

‘Lisa, you are so foolish.’

His eyes filled with anger.
Demiact’s position was also shaken when Ashia suddenly appeared ten years ago and became Ventus’ disciple.
It was safe to say that she was a genius.
Under the teachings of Ventus, the ability that she was unaware of herself achieved an explosive growth like flowers in full bloom.
It was obvious that a child like that would sit at the position of the Magic Tower’s Master, but that would have threatened his position.

At that time, Lisa came to Demiact on her own feet.

– I want to become the Magic Tower’s Master… not anyone else… but me.

Her eyes were eerie for a child, but with a sense of determination.
Lisa had the ambition to match her envy and jealousy.
For some reason, her envy was directed to Ashia Bliss, who was like a sister to her.

Demiact didn’t care about the children’s fight and competitions.
Ashia was already taken under Ventus’ wing, so he was left with no choice.
Lisa wasn’t too bad either—since she was the child Dennas, who was the Magic Tower’s Master at that time, paying attention to.

Perhaps she recognized the child’s pure heart and inherent potential; perhaps it was thanks to heaven’s help.
Ashia had an accident and was kicked out of the Magic Tower.
Thanks to that, Lisa was able to easily rise to the position as the Magic Tower’s Master.

‘This is the result of hard work for a long time.’

He ground his molars.
He arrived at the front of the living room as he walked.
When the door opened, the wizards guarding the living room found Demiact and turned around at once.
He could see Ashia sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed over the dividing group of the wizards.

Drinking tea with a teacup on her fingers, Ashia turned her gaze towards the collapsing barrier to the door of the living room.
There was a moment of silence as their eyes met.

“…”

“…”

Her narrowed eyes scanned Demiact, who was standing proudly.
“It’s been a while, Demiact.
Oh, right, you preferred to be called Elder.”

Then Demiact’s forehead wrinkled.

“…What a cheeky thing.”