Someone in Type-Moon, Starting from Adopting Sakura

In Type-Moon, Starting with Adopting Sakura

Author: Drunken True Man

Synopsis:

[Type-Moon Ten Thousand Orders]

In 20th-century London, England, an unlucky fellow found himself transmigrated into the body of a recently deceased young nobleman.

Realizing he had a house, a car, and a "heavenly hand" starting hand with deceased parents, Rovey grinned.

With his generous starting inheritance, he could live comfortably in this world without doing anything.

An old British noble, the Union Jack!! How could I possibly lose with such a perfect start?

"I'm so incredibly hyped!!"

As he poked his temple with his finger, a familiar, sharp male voice emanated from a gem on the table.

"Rovey, you scoundrel, how long are you going to skip class? Do you really need Kenneth himself to drag you back before you'll return?!"

"Huh? You said... Kenni... what?"

"Hiss... This is bad."

Current Project: The Fourth Holy Grail War.

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A Bloody Opening

Chapter 1: When Fantasy and Reality Intertwine (First Chapter, seeking collection!!)

[When fantasy and reality intertwine, our story begins——]

A long time ago, magic and science were both fields of study.

But as the times progressed, the mysteries scattered across the planet began to gradually conceal themselves, becoming difficult to see. Magic also started to fade from people's sight, gradually forgotten by the era.

To this day, mentioning magic is only treated as a word existing solely in fantasy. However, in this era of vanishing mysteries, there still exist those who wield this mysterious inheritance, hidden on the other side of this world. They call themselves—

"Magus."

Now, as fantasy and reality intertwine once more, our story has already begun.

Time: A winter in the late 20th century.

Location: Japan, Hyogo Prefecture, Fuyuki City.

This year's New Year arrived earlier than usual, and the weather was colder.

As dusk settled, thick clouds covered the sky overhead. The winter chill, combined with the dim sky, created a somber atmosphere. After a while, a few crystalline snowflakes fell from the heavy cumulonimbus clouds, and then the northerly wind gently swept these falling ice crystals, guiding them northward together.

Crystalline snowflakes fell gently, a layer of pure white gauze descending upon the steel jungle, gradually blanketing the gray-black city in white. Finally, following the routes of the designed gutters or pipes, they slowly drifted down beneath the city.

Due to the timing, the New Year holiday in this country had only recently passed. Students in the far East had not yet returned to school, and office workers had not finished their vacations. Many people were still enjoying this hard-won New Year holiday away from home. Therefore, the usually prosperous and bustling streets appeared somewhat desolate at this moment. Apart from a few shops that had opened early, most were still closed. Looking from a distance, it seemed even more desolate.

Wandering alone in this vast expanse of silvery-gray, a traveler far from their homeland could not feel the silver-clad scenery of the surrounding world. Instead, they would feel a sense of desolation and loneliness from the bottom of their heart.

Just like now...

"I hate snow," a low sigh suddenly echoed on the empty street, breaking the original silence of this world.

A gust of wind blew fiercely, scattering the drifting gauze in mid-air. The scattered snowflakes fell onto the snow piles on the road, unknowingly adding fresh whiteness to the world.

A black-haired youth stepped on the snowflakes under his feet, holding a red umbrella, and walked in boots on the white street covered by snow. Looking at the scene before him, he let out a slight sigh in his heart.

"I hate snow, and I hate winter and New Year even more..."

Although such a sentiment might seem out of place during this festival when most Easterners are filled with joy.

However, sometimes, things or things that the vast majority of people like do not necessarily mean everyone likes them, at least not for a wanderer far from home.

"Because... it makes me miss my hometown even more."

Rovey brushed some snow off his clothes and tightened his trench coat slightly. He couldn't help but tilt his head and gaze blankly at the gray sky above, where flecks of snow were still drifting.

Another year of festival, at this time, the plum blossoms in his hometown should be blooming.

—Rovey, whose full name is Rovey Crowley, is 22 years old this year. He is a wandering Magus, somewhat well-known in mystical circles, also known as a genius, and more importantly, a transmigrator who has occupied someone else's body for several years.

His previous self was an outstanding young Magus within the Mage's Association, who spent most of his time active around the Clock Tower. Due to his exceptional talent and the preferential treatment from his noble bloodline, he could secure a place for himself even in a place teeming with geniuses. Apart from some unexpected circumstances in his family, his life was already a very successful template.

However, the original host encountered an accident two or three years ago. To put it simply, he secretly performed a forbidden magical ritual that violated the Clock Tower's agreements, but it went awry, and his soul was lost. He became a corpse, lying on the carpet for two full days and nights. Rovey happened to transmigrate into this unlucky fellow during that time.

When Rovey first opened his eyes and saw that the scene above his head was not the underworld he expected, but a luxurious noble mansion, he still found it incredible.

He clearly remembered that the last scene in his memory was of a speeding truck, and the violent impact his body endured at that moment was absolutely unforgettable for a lifetime.

It was a feeling that no one who hadn't been hit by a truck could possibly understand. In short, although his consciousness was fleeting at the time, he could clearly perceive his life slipping away.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he saw neither the dark underworld of myths nor the white ceiling of a hospital. Instead, it was an ancient red ceiling inlaid with all sorts of strange patterns, and the air was filled with a scent resembling mercury, lapis lazuli, blood, and various other smells he couldn't describe with words.

On this day, like many of his predecessors, an unlucky soul from another world was sent here by an interdimensional human trafficking organization that used semi-trailer trucks as their tools.

As the victim of this criminal enterprise, Rovey, a young man in his prime in the 21st century, felt utterly speechless.

He had been using a crosswalk and strictly followed traffic rules, especially in an urban area. How could a runaway semi-trailer truck suddenly appear there? Although he had vaguely heard the piercing roar in his ears, it was clearly too late. After experiencing the pain of life and death and regaining his senses, he had already been forcibly trafficked to another world.

So, when Rovey woke up in a room filled with all sorts of strange experimental materials and blood, he was completely bewildered.

Many bizarre bottles and jars were already shattered, and the pungent, peculiar smell left him feeling lost and helpless.

But he wasn't given much time to ponder his confusion. Immediately, a sense of unfamiliarity, or rather, memories belonging to the original owner of this body, began to flood into his mind, giving him a general understanding of the world and his situation.

It was very strange; the original owner of this body was also named Rovey. However, his Rovey wasn't like Eastern names where the surname comes first, but a single given name, with the surname being Crowley.

—Rovey Crowley.

His family was a Magus family that had been Magus for five generations. Oh no, it should be the sixth generation now. The Magic Crest had already been passed down to him, and it was a case of being thrown into the deep end.

The entire family resided near the outskirts of London and was rooted around a decent-sized Ley Line. While they couldn't compare to the great Magus families with over nine generations of lineage, having their own territory in London, a magical holy land where the Clock Tower was located, already surpassed most Magus families in the world.

However, this supposed stability had been completely shattered. Many years ago, his parents had heard news of the appearance of a near-divine-era fantasy beast somewhere. As Magus who pursued mystery, they naturally went without hesitation to the border region of Poland and Belarus, searching for this mysterious fantasy beast, which was likely a treasure from the Age of Gods. Unfortunately, their expedition never returned.

Fortunately, when they left, they had considered the possibility of death while pursuing the fantasy beast. But for Magus, these peculiar beings who pursued mystery and truth—in short, creatures who wouldn't die if they didn't court death—even losing their lives in the pursuit of mystery and truth was entirely worthwhile.

However, reaching the Swirl of the Root was also a long-held ambition of the family. Therefore, before leaving, they entrusted the Magic Crest to their descendant, Rovey Crowley, hoping he would carry on the bloodline and family legacy, continuing the path of pursuing truth until reaching the Root.

Initially, upon reading this far, Rovey thought these parents were already quite outrageous, forcefully passing down the family and the Crest to a teenager based on rumors of some fantasy beast, and burdening him with the great responsibility of continuing the family legacy. However, he didn't expect there to be even more extreme individuals...

After the Crowley family Magus couple disappeared into the primeval forest and their deaths were confirmed by specialized personnel from the Clock Tower, the original owner of his body did not grieve for his parents' passing. Instead, he was overjoyed to inherit the family headship he had long coveted, putting on a spectacular display of filial piety.

For the original owner, their death was not bad news but the best news he had ever received. Because the previous Crowley family head had died, he could naturally become the new head of the entire Crowley Magus family. This way, he could utilize most of the family's resources for himself and gain early access to the forbidden knowledge sealed within the family library.

Thus, after his parents disappeared, this kid not only didn't grieve but became even more unrestrained.

Under the guise of mourning, he secretly conducted all the experiments he couldn't do before at home. In the end, he became so arrogant that he dabbled in truly forbidden experiments, resulting in him going mad due to excessive exposure to forbidden knowledge within just two months, ultimately sacrificing his own soul. This, in turn, gave Rovey his opportunity.

After reviewing these memories, Rovey could only grit his teeth and utter two words about this family.

"...Outrageous."

Then, he looked at himself in the mirror, his appearance somewhat haggard, and couldn't help but point at himself and curse, "You're also outrageous."

Although he wished he could voice these thoughts to this outrageous family in person, the deceased were gone. No matter what he said now, they wouldn't hear him. Conversely, it was precisely because this guy courted death so recklessly that he was given the chance to possess his body. After all, if this body belonged to a living person whom he had forcibly displaced, Rovey would feel guilty. But since the other party courted his own death, that was another matter entirely. Even the psychological burden was naturally wiped away.

In short, after initially accepting this identity and reality, Rovey didn't idle around or naturally enjoy his new life.

Although he was hit by a truck and didn't die immediately, nor did he end up as a lifelong disabled vegetable in a hospital bed, but instead gained a new life in another world, this didn't mean he could secretly breathe a sigh of relief and relax.

The world of Magus was far more brutal than ordinary society, devoid of sympathy and mercy.

Not to mention that he was now a sixth-generation Magus who had just lost his parents' support, a genius Magus mentored by the head of the Spiritual Evocation Department at the Clock Tower.

Without the support of a top-tier Magus, despite being hailed as a genius Magus of the sixth generation, what could a teenage novice like him possibly achieve? It was important to remember that Magus families also annexed and encroached upon each other, much like big fish eating small fish. If not for his close relationship with a certain Lord, the Crowley family would likely have been directly divided by other covetous forces long ago.

Therefore, to conceal the fact that he was an imposter, he not only had to pretend to be a genius in his daily life and try his best to please his somewhat harsh teacher, but he also had to frantically absorb the original owner's memories in secret, diligently study Magus knowledge and the Crowley family's inherited magic, and strengthen himself as much as possible to gain the power to protect himself.

Time flew by, and several years passed quickly.

During this period, many things happened around Rovey, and he made many choices. In order to preserve his foundation, he agreed to many of his teacher's conditions. During this time, he claimed that due to his parents' passing, he couldn't concentrate on studying Magus, so he requested a period of rest and retreated to his workshop to delve deeply into Magus knowledge, barely managing to keep his identity from being exposed.

And now...

Sometimes, one truly had to admit that habit was a terrifying thing. After such a long period of forced, intensive study, even he himself could feel many changes within him.

At least in terms of Magus arts, he truly had to praise the original owner. Although he courted death, he undeniably possessed talent. It was no wonder he was noticed by that somewhat sharp-tongued teacher.

He delved into Magus arts initially just to maintain his reputation as a genius, avoid revealing any flaws, and demonstrate his value to gain his teacher's protection. But now...

Rovey himself had to admit that Magus arts were truly, truly wondrous and marvelous...

Every bit of progress made, every problem solved, and the resulting increase in strength were visible. During this time, the sense of fulfillment he gained was something he could never have experienced in his previous life. This feeling was truly satisfying and rewarding for him.

Subtly, it seemed he was also beginning to lean towards becoming a Magus himself.

However, unlike those Magus who truly abandoned their emotions and became inhuman, at least his emotions were still rich.

He could feel joy, satisfaction, and also… sadness due to being alone in another world.

Well, "sadness" might be too strong a word. At most, it was a touch of melancholy triggered by the circumstances.

After all, since arriving in this world, he had been in a state of constant mental tension. Not only did he have to constantly play a role, but he also had to use medication to force himself to learn the difficult and obscure Magus theories. He felt like he had to split himself into pieces every day, doing nothing but studying. It was even more exhausting than his final year of high school during the hundred-day sprint towards the college entrance exams. There wasn't a single moment of relaxation or warmth.

Now that he had finally escaped the human-unfriendly hellhole of the Clock Tower and set foot on Eastern soil again, seeing a holiday that was so familiar from his memories, even though the region was different, Rovey couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

However, the melancholic behavior could pretty much end here. After all, for this trip, he had spent a considerable amount of money and made thorough preparations, even going so far as to deceive his teacher. So, this was not the time for him to be sentimental.

Never mind, he should make as many preparations as possible before everything begins. This opportunity was too good to miss and might never come again. Whether it would succeed depended on what happened next.

Thinking this, Rovey pulled up his hood, turned his head, and looked in a direction far away. That direction was towards the Tohsaka family, the managers of the city's Ley Line.

First, the first step. Since he had arrived on someone else's territory, it was only proper to greet the local master first. So, he would go and meet the infamous calamity of this era. Then, he would consider how to trick him and win over the Purple-Haired Girl. To plan for today, he had started preparing over a year ago...

So, are you ready?

'Are you ready?'

"Yes, I've been ready for a long time. Let's start quickly… I can't wait to personally join this thrilling Holy Grail War…"

Whether it was an internal monologue or a casual self-question, the person, having once again set foot in a foreign land, gave a soft laugh. Holding a red umbrella, they gradually walked away under the snowy scenery, their figure disappearing. Their form rippled like an ink stain in water, vanishing at the end of the street.

—A brand new story has begun.

Chapter 2: A Visit to the Tohsaka Residence (Seeking Collections! 5K!)

[—It's always cold when it snows, just like a person's heart. It always feels chilly.]

The heavy snow continued to fall…

Not long after, a sleek yellow car broke through the snow curtain, speeding from a distance, and then stopped not far from the outskirts.

It was around 6 PM, in front of the main gate of the Tohsaka residence.

"I didn't expect you to know someone important from the Tohsaka family, kid…"

The old taxi driver stopped by the roadside, looking at the luxurious mansion gate ahead. He sighed with a bit of emotion, then, driven by curiosity, couldn't help but ask, "Are they a distant relative?"

"No, I've just met the head of the Tohsaka family a few times."

Rovey shook his head, fumbling for his wallet as he answered the driver's question.

"That's still quite impressive, to be able to interact with such an important figure…"

"In that case… Kid, do you want me to drive you to the residence through the side gate?"