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

"Miss Luviagelita, you are the next head of the Edelfelt family, and Master Moran is the son of a branch family, is it appropriate for you to be like this…?"

"Claun, since when is it your turn to order me around? Besides, with a big brother who has such exquisite wrestling and fighting skills, I don't care about the difference in status! I want to learn from him!"

Luviagelita was like a hyena protecting its food.

She hugged Moran's arm tightly and didn't intend to let go at all.

"But you are…"

"Hmph! Before being the next head of the Edelfelt family, I am still a graceful lady. For a lady, freestyle wrestling and fighting is an indispensable compulsory course!"

Luviagelita's words made Claun's eyes go dark.

What exquisite sophistry.

When did ladies need to learn freestyle wrestling?

Obviously, the servant couldn't win against the young lady.

"Master Moran, Miss Luviagelita may visit you often in the near future, and she will often make some outrageous requests, I hope you can be more tolerant."

"Haha… I will…"

Regarding the request of the servant Claun.

Moran showed a wry smile.

"Also, Master Moran, your performance in this duel will surely be reported back to the main family. The Edelfelt family follows the principle of never letting go of discovered treasures. I apologize for the previous contempt, you are a gem and gold that I cannot see through."

Claun bowed very respectfully.

He, like those who initially thought Moran would definitely lose, also believed that Moran could not create miracles.

Moran didn't feel anything about Claun's attitude.

Because he knew that people were like this.

Respect had to be earned through one's own ability.

Before wanting to gain respect, you had to first see if you had the ability to make others respect you.

Moran obviously already had it.

Then, gaining respect was inevitable.

Luviagelita's appearance made the surrounding people gradually realize that behind Moran stood the Edelfelt family.

No one dared to underestimate Moran anymore.

Afterwards, Luviagelita had to reluctantly leave Moran in order to complete the procedures at the Clock Tower.

She shouted that she would visit again later when she left.

Moran didn't know what kind of expression to make.

On second thought, it didn't seem like a bad thing to have such a cute sister following him.

Presumably, the days after that wouldn't be peaceful.

…

"I, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, hereby admit the error of previously being too certain about innate factors."

Kayneth in the video said word by word with a tense face.

It was as if he had swallowed some kind of poison.

Moran played the camera back and forth.

He was having a great time playing with it.

Camus, who left class with him, was fidgeting all the way, as if she wanted to say something.

"Moran, are you going to take the video back to copy it? Wouldn't that violate the previous promise with Professor Kayneth…?"

"Camus, you don't understand, I only said that I would delete the video in this camera. Kayneth didn't say that I couldn't copy it. Such an interesting thing must be carefully collected."

Moran had a mischievous smile on his face like a profiteer.

Camus couldn't help but feel sorry for Kayneth for a second.

However, asking about the video was not her main goal, she wanted to use this to build a topic.

"That! Moran! I don't know if you have time! I know a nice coffee shop nearby!"

Camus blushed and said it like she was dropping a bomb.

Unable to suppress the agitation in her heart.

When she finished speaking, she saw Moran reach out and block her in front of her.

"Moran…"

Camus showed a confused expression.

Soon, she understood why Moran did this.

Step, step—

The dull sound of leather shoes contacting the ground, the dark figure was printed on the ground with the light of the street lamp at the corner.

It was as if they were blocking their way.

"Heh, Amleth, do you still want to compete with me? The result this time won't be any better."

Moran lowered his hand in front of Camus.

He was staring at the corner of the street.

The owner of that dark shadow was Amleth, Moran had noticed him as soon as he approached.

No, it was that this guy didn't hide his aura at all.

"Camus, you, as soon as you saw Moran gain power, you got so close to him!? You're just like a dog looking for meat! You bitch! All of you are the same!"

Amleth's face was still injured.

Under the cover of night, his roar was like a ghost howling.

Conveying that resentment and hatred.

His posture was so ugly that people couldn't help but turn their heads away.

"Amleth…"

Camus was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

She couldn't imagine that the model student in her class would be twisted into such an ugly existence by hatred.

In the past, she was also at the bottom of the class.

She could only rely on following the group of top students to avoid being ostracized by others and not become an outcast.

Therefore, she admired and envied Moran.

Yearning for him, who was regarded as weak, to be able to subvert and reverse reality.

Perhaps as Amleth said.

She was indeed a woman who could only cling to the strong.

Camus was sure that the throbbing in her heart was definitely not snobbery, but a yearning for showing her true self.

At this moment, she expressed this love for the first time.

"The weak also have the right to shout out their voices, of course, they all have different ways of living. What's wrong with carrying out oneself? Amleth, or rather, are you jealous of Camus?"

Moran jokingly teased.

Responding to Camus's inner emotions, he also hit Amleth's sore spot hard.

"Shut up! Shut up! If it wasn't for you! I wouldn't! Be expelled from the El-Melloi classroom! Nor would I be kicked out of the Clock Tower! You ruined my future!"

Amleth was tearing at his hair like a madman.

He still remembered those cold gazes.

After Kayneth removed him from the El-Melloi classroom, no subject was willing to accept him.

The reason was that even that genius Lord had asserted that he had no future.

Then they were even less likely to teach mediocrity.

The magicians of all the subject departments said this, putting the label of no future on him.

This was falling from heaven to hell.

And this was just Moran's previous situation.

A simple change of status made Amleth go crazy, only thinking about finding someone to hate and blame.

Otherwise, he couldn't face this reality.

Moran saw through Amleth's pathetic essence.