Detour

As the morning sun peeked through the windows, I turned to the old man with a mix of curiosity and awe. "Tell me more about that tower," I urged, my voice laced with anticipation.

The old man's eyes sparkled with pride as he began to speak. "Ah, the Ancient Tower!" His voice boomed, echoing through the room. "That magnificent structure is our guardian, our shield against the terrors that lurk in the forest. It's said to be capable of felling even a B-rank monster with a single, mighty blow!"

I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. "The Ancient Tower?" I repeated, my tone laced with doubt. "I never would have imagined such a marvel existed in a humble village like yours."

The old man's face creased into a warm smile. "Yes, my young friend. That tower has stood watch over our village for nigh on ten years now. It was a blessing from the Blue Magic Tower, which expanded its domain and offered its protection to the surrounding villages and towns. Of course, we pay our taxes in gratitu