Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

"Heh, you agreed so easily. Empty dreams only have meaning when they're realized. I, Kayneth, don't like bullying people, so I'll choose two people to represent me in this match."

Kayneth glanced at the other students.

He quickly picked out two of them.

"Hmm… Amleth, Caimir, I'll have you two, as the model students of the El-Melloi classroom, fight in my place."

Kayneth nodded in agreement.

The two who were named were flattered.

Amleth and Caimir were both popular figures in the classroom.

Unlike Waver and Moran, who were at the bottom.

"Yes! Professor Kayneth! I won't let you down! I'll bring you victory!"

Amleth was excited and thrilled.

He didn't think it would be difficult to deal with Moran and Waver at all.

"To be able to represent Lord El-Melloi in battle, such an honor is a great reward for me!"

Caimir was also in high spirits.

If they could catch Kayneth's eye, their future as magicians would be worry-free!

The two were already itching to get started.

They couldn't wait to show off their skills against Moran and Waver.

"M-Me too!?"

"Well, we're comrades on the same boat! Besides, what are you afraid of with me here?"

"Waaah… I'm worried because you're here!"

Waver was on the verge of tears.

He had been completely tied to the pirate ship by Moran.

He couldn't get off even if he wanted to.

Thus, Moran ignored Waver's cries.

Amleth and Caimir, chosen as representatives by Kayneth.

Versus Moran and Waver, who denied the theory of bloodlines.

The students of the El-Melloi classroom stood on both sides of the training ground, many of them believing that the outcome of the battle was already decided.

The best model students versus the worst students at the bottom.

It was obvious who would win.

Due to the fame of Kayneth and the El-Melloi classroom, there were not only students from the classroom watching.

There were also magicians from other departments present.

People from the Creation Department, the Modern Magic Department, and the Advent Department had come.

"Is Lord El-Melloi hosting the battle? I thought he would participate himself? So someone is representing him… what a pity…"

There was also a girl dressed in a cute Western-style dress.

Her delicate face showed a hint of regret.

Although the girl was only seven years old, the temperament cultivated by her bloodline and upbringing exuded a sense of majesty.

She was as elegant and gorgeous as a princess.

"I'm not interested in the two people representing him. One of the other two seems a bit familiar…"

"Miss Luviagelita, the one you're referring to is called Moran Edelfelt. He's the direct descendant of a branch family."

"Eh? Is he one of our family?"

"If you trace his bloodline, he's your cousin… Of course, his talent and bloodline are far inferior to yours, not to mention that he has now committed the foolish act of offending Lord Kayneth…"

The servant's words contained a hint of disappointment and contempt.

Luviagelita didn't think much of it.

Her beautiful amber eyes gazed at the training ground, and a hint of curiosity welled up in her heart.

"Miss, this is a farce not worth watching."

"Why do you say that?

Claun, we've already come, so let's watch for a while. Maybe there will be some surprises!"

"Well, since that's what you say, Miss…"

Luviagelita didn't choose to leave the scene.

She didn't know why she felt this curiosity in her heart.

It might be because Moran was a relative she had never met, or it might be because of Moran's confidence in not being afraid of Kayneth.

In short, she wanted to watch this battle.

…

"Having an unrealistic Waver has already made our classroom lose face. Now, Moran, are you going to become like Waver? Just as unrealistic as him all day long?"

Caimir mocked Moran for being with Waver.

The contempt in his eyes was obvious.

"Professor Kayneth's time is very precious, and you've wasted so much of it today… Hmph, magicians like you 'newcomers' are just used by the Clock Tower to make up the numbers. That's all you are."

Amleth sneered and clapped his hands, making a fist.

The sound of cracking beans came from his knuckles, and magic crests faintly appeared on his body.

Magic circuits were then activated.

"Make up the numbers? That's not true! Why are you saying that!"

"Why? Because we're good enough. As a magician, effort without a good bloodline is meaningless! Your inferior bloodlines determine your unlucky fate for the rest of your lives!"

Waver was speechless after being refuted by Amleth.

It didn't matter if he was the only one being scolded.

However, this matter started with him. If he hadn't raised an objection to Kayneth in class.

Then it would never have become like this.

Perhaps, his fate was indeed so unlucky.

"Unlucky? Meaningless? How arrogant!

Just because you can't achieve it, you dismiss other people's efforts as meaningless… You're really arrogant."

Moran slowly walked in front of Waver.

His leisurely tone was accompanied by an imposing pressure that was not angry but authoritative.

Like the king of beasts walking on patrol from the dense forest, his oppressive aura rushed out like a huge wave.

"I-I'm just telling the truth!"

Amleth found himself trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at the ordinary Moran.

He couldn't see anything special about him, but why was his body reacting like this?

It was as if he was saying, don't get close!

"Ha! The truth! That's interesting, Waver, did you hear that? This guy says it's the truth! I like this kind of situation the most, because if it wasn't like this, it wouldn't be fun to fight.

Amleth, your set of realistic rules only applies to you idiots, not to me."

"Moran! You!"

Amleth was so angry that he took a step forward.

He almost couldn't help but attack.

"Those stale and boring realistic rules, what fixed futures and talents, if your values are built on this, then I will crush them mercilessly."

Moran straightened his back and arms with a stern expression.

Highlighting that firm will.

His eyes seemed to emit phosphorescence, very dazzling.

Like a lone hero resisting the heavens.

The emotional rendering in the words spread out, moving many magicians who had once been unwilling to succumb to bloodlines.

It seemed that, in a very brief moment.

They really believed that this man could break the shackles of fate.