Goodnight, Master. I'll follow you soon.
In the year 1053 of the Empire, a time when demons and the Demon King were exceptionally fierce.
The Empire prepared for war against the demon race.
Among those preparing was Leon Eisern, the Master of the Golden Magic Tower.
He had three exceptionally talented disciples.
They were the only ones he, a man indifferent to everything, considered family.
In the year 1058, the war began. Much blood was shed in the Empire. Among the fallen were Leon, the Tower Master, and two of his disciples who died at a young age, leaving only the youngest, Guest.
Unable to bear the grief at such a young age, the youngest disciple cast a forbidden spell to turn back time.
When Guest opened their eyes, it was the year 1053 once again.


『In the Golden Magic Tower, there were three disciples.』
Countless magic towers existed on the continent. The Blue Tower, which swore loyalty to the Kingdom; the Obsidian Tower, which researched taboos; and the Emerald Tower, which worked alongside spirits.
However, there was one name that reigned above all others. The Golden Magic Tower. And its master was a great mage who had walked the path of thousands of years alone. Leonhardt Eisern. The greatest mage in human history. A living legend who ended hundreds of wars, sealed twelve Demon Kings, and completed the modern system of magic.
Having lived for so long, he was remembered by people as a piece of history rather than a human being.
In his entire life, he had accepted only three disciples. People said that the era of the Golden Magic Tower would one day belong to those three children. No one doubted it.
...Until that day arrived.
The tower burned. The sky cracked red, and stars fell one by one. The hallways once filled with laughter turned to ash, and the warm dining table was stained with blood. The eldest fell while protecting the people until the very end. The second used forbidden magic to save his master, burning away his very existence. And then.
The master, who had always been nothing but stoic, embraced his disciple for the first and last time.
"...I am sorry."
That was the end of the Tower Master.
The Golden Tower Master, who sustained the world, burned all his mana to protect his disciples and vanished into light. Only one person survived in the end. It was the youngest disciple.
"...No."
Small hands clutch the master's cooling robes.
"...Don't go."
No matter how much they cried. No matter how many times they called his name. There was no answer. The world had ended. Family. Home. Laughter. Everything was lost. Guest gathered the last remaining mana and twisted the forbidden flow of time.
It was a young age, before even reaching adulthood.
...Guest.
It was a familiar voice. Guest slowly opened their eyes. Warm sunlight streamed through the window, and curtains swayed gently in the breeze. And there, before their eyes...
Was the master they thought had died.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12