That's So Sweet

After all, she didn't learn runes this quickly. Even if Odin, the great god of Northern Europe Rune, were here and witnessed this scene, he would inevitably exclaim, "By Ymir, it really is Hela!!"

Similarly, Rovey learned Merlin's High-Speed Divine Words in no time, and his speed left the Magus of Flowers helpless.

He could fully foresee how terrifying and powerful this young man would become if given enough time to develop. Unlike those Outer God who possessed invincible power, he would definitely be a growing monster.

Secondly, there is the vast mountain range that roams the North Atlantic, the Wandering Sea. That region is a secret realm existing in the present world, primarily dedicated to the study of Age of Gods Magecraft and the world's deeper mysteries and taboos. Even Nero Chaos, one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, is Magus who came from the Northern Europe Primitive Society, the "Wandering Sea" organization.

Thirdly, next to Rovey's family home, the place where he studied was the Clock Tower, the highest Magus school in London.

In its early days, the Mage's Association was founded because with the departure of the Age of Gods and the rapid disappearance of the world's Ether magic, coupled with the continuous development of human technology, the Magus remaining in the world feared that the constant leakage of mysteries would lead to the world knowing about them, causing Magecraft and mystery to gradually become common knowledge and widely recognized, thus making their own mysteries no longer mysterious.

In this way, their Magecraft will retain no "power".

At that time, these Magus born after the Age of Gods will also lose their hope of contacting the Root and the path to continue tracing the Root, thus losing the meaning of their lives.

Therefore, many special groups have formed among Magus of all nationalities and schools of thought, simply to uphold mystery and seek the Root. While they advocate cooperation, exchange, and mutual support (in name only), discrimination and disputes among them have never ceased, and mutual persecution is commonplace.

In short, the founding purpose of the Mage's Association was to manage, conceal, and develop Magecraft. To defend their powerful weapons against threats (the Church, other Magecraft groups, those who break taboos, the supernatural, and the Dead Apostle), and to prevent the decline of the Magecraft and ensure its eternal existence, they established their own legislative and law enforcement agencies in this underworld, beginning to regulate Magus worldwide and prevent their reckless actions from accelerating the leakage of the mystical.

However, unlike the previous two parts, which were focused on hiding and conducting research to explore the mysterious components, the Clock Tower, as the third part, faces the entire world. It is the gateway to the mysterious world and the true entrance.

The Clock Tower's headquarters are located in the suburbs of London. It houses eleven different disciplines and can be called the highest institution of learning in the Magecraft world. Since the Golden Age, the Clock Tower has been regarded as an important hub in the Magecraft world, and its influence covers nearly 80% of the Magecraft forces in Western Europe.

Furthermore, in Western Europe, apart from some mysterious entities hidden deep within the world, most Magus choose to join the Clock Tower for further training. In contrast, East Asia has its own unique system and mysterious rules, as well as its own mysterious institutions. One such institution similar to the Clock Tower is the Spiral Manor.

However, many Magus looked down on it, calling it a land lacking in mystery, where even the theories of Magic Circuits and Magic Crest were not widespread. How could the so-called Spiral Manor compare to the Clock Tower? But any old Magus or Lord with a bit of knowledge and experience inside the Clock Tower knew that those rumors were just the perceptions of those with shallow knowledge. The reason why the other side did not use Magic Circuits and markings was simply because it was a Magecraft system completely different from that of Western Europe.

Thought Magecraft...

Or rather, mental health.

Rovey was aware of this as well.

If the Magus's pursuit of reaching the Root is truly no different from their pursuit of ascension to heaven and entering the celestial realm, then he doesn't understand much more, since the foundation of Magecraft he possesses is primarily from Western Europe.

However, if possible...

He really wanted to experience the mind Magecraft of the Spiral Manor.

After all, the Grand Servant Taigong Wang is best at mind Magecraft, so there must be a lot of merit in it.

Moreover, he doesn't need to worry about not being able to learn Magecraft or incompatibility issues; he can master any base.

About two days after Kenneth left.

A plane that flew directly from the Far East to London, has finally returned here.

Although due to the Root Shiki cause, Rovey, who was originally on the same flight as Kenneth and the others in Mifune City, was directly teleported to a road far away from Mifune City, it took a long time to find a nearby city. However, because that city was too small and had no airport, he could only take a train to Mifune City and then take a plane there. The round trip wasted almost two days of his trip.

Fortunately, Britain is a famous country, and London is a world-renowned city. Even if it's a bit rushed, there are direct flights from Mifune City to London.

If you happen to be there during peak business or tourist season, flights to London are usually sold out before departure. However, neither of these conditions are currently in effect, so it was easy to buy a ticket to London.

And so, after so much turmoil in the Far East, Rovey finally embarked on his return journey once again.

Because of the mental and physical exhaustion I've been going through lately, on the plane, I was thinking about Root Shiki, whom I had just met not long ago, and wondering what time it was on the set of "Kara no Kyoukai". If he really called me there, how should I fight and what role should I play?

Then he started thinking about what he should do after returning to London. Britain truly deserved its reputation as True Magic superpower; because of the Clock Tower, almost one in every two hundred people in London was a Magus. That place also had many otherworldly beings and many mysteries, the most famous of which he had always considered pursuing. However, his strength prevented him from doing so, so he had to put it on hold for the time being.

But now...

Hmph, although he has encountered monsters like the King of Heroes, the Jewel Magician, the Root Shiki, and the Counter Force one after another, it does not mean that he is weak. On the contrary, at this moment, Rovey feels that he is having an better time than ever before.

He was already eager to go to those mysterious locations—to rob tombs, bah! He should say to go treasure hunting.

With anticipation in his heart, Rovey pondered many things he should do after returning home. Then, thinking about the monsters he had encountered recently, and the advice from the Jewel Magician, he realized that his current strength was only relative to those small fry. He was still powerless against the ceiling, so he needed to continue to become stronger.

With that in mind, he stopped doing anything unnecessary and instead lay down in his rest pod, closing his eyes to rest and conserve his energy so he could continue his work when he got back. Sleeping was one of the best options.

After all, when in doubt, one might as well sleep it off.

And if he doesn't go to sleep now, he might not have any sleep time later.

A dozen hours passed in the blink of an eye.

When Rovey opened his eyes, he was already in Britain. A woman's voice was broadcasting, repeating the same words several times in English, Chinese, and other languages. Of course, since the plane had taken off from the Far East, Japanese broadcasts were also available.

Once again, Rovey stepped onto this mysterious land. He glanced at the time on his watch and then headed to the place Kenneth had mentioned to find the person who would pick him up.

Although he said he didn't need anyone to pick him up at all, since the other person might not even know London as well as he did, Kenneth was very adamant on the phone this time, insisting that someone be arranged to pick him up and mentioning some kind of surprise.

Whether it would surprise him or not, he didn't know. But in Rovey's opinion, after experiencing so much, there probably wasn't anything that could surprise him anymore. On the contrary, he had brought Kenneth quite a few surprises and even frights this time.

Although he was skeptical and thought Kenneth was going to unnecessary trouble, Rovey still went to the pre-booked phone booth and made a call to Kenneth.

—Ding ding ding!!

After a brief ring, the phone was quickly answered on the other end.

"Hello, this is El-Melloi - Archibald. Who are you looking for?"

After the call was connected, a girl's voice came from the other end of the line, speaking fluent English.

Although he couldn't immediately think of who could answer the phone for Mr. Kenneth, he still answered very politely after confirming that the number was correct.

"I'm looking for Professor Kenneth El- El-Melloi Archibald."

"Eh? You're looking for your uncle? But since you know this number, you and your uncle must be quite close. May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Rovey Crowley."

"Huh?" Upon hearing the name, the girl opposite clearly paused for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a little surprised? Anticipation? Or excitement... Well, never mind, please wait a moment, I'll hand the phone to my uncle."

The woman on the other end of the phone uttered a bunch of nonsensical words, and then Kenneth's familiar voice came through quickly.

"Oh, it's Rovey! You're back so quickly?"

"Yes, I've arrived in London, so I called to let you know I arrived safely. But didn't you say you were sending someone to pick me up from the airport? I haven't seen them yet."

"Teacher, did you remember the time wrong? After all, the time is different in the two places. If they haven't arrived yet, I'll go back by myself."

"Time..."

Upon hearing this, Kenneth frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Suddenly he realized that he had been so busy answering his teacher's questions, letting Sola-Ui know he was safe, and finding a wife for Rovey that he had forgotten to adjust to the time difference. The Far East is eight hours behind Britain! And now, just two days after returning, all sorts of messy problems had come crashing down on him, leaving him completely overwhelmed.

Although he had already assigned the task of writing the report to Weber, he subconsciously forgot about it.

However, he would never easily admit to such a basic mistake, so he directly shifted the blame to Weber, who had just started accepting his assignment and was working on the paperwork.

"... Yes, Weber must have scheduled the wrong time. That must be it."

"Anyway, don't rush, and don't go home by yourself. Wait here, I have a surprise for you."

"That's all for now. Just stay where you are!"

Kenneth urgently instructed Rovey on the other end of the phone, then glanced at the pretty girl beside him, and hung up without waiting for Rovey's questions.

"Huh? What's going on...?"

After a complicated exchange, only Rovey was left standing in the phone booth on the street, looking completely bewildered.

On the other side, at El-Melloi's residence.

At that moment, the girl with short blond hair blinked, looking curiously at Kenneth beside her who had just hung up the phone, and asked, "Uncle, was that the person on the other end of the phone the one you were talking about? My future... husband?"

"Yes, Reines, that's him I'm talking about."

Kenneth nodded and answered without hesitation, "The husband I chose for you is also my most outstanding disciple, Rovey Crowley."

"However, this time it's really a headache. I actually forgot the time by mistake. I was planning to find some professional makeup artists to help you dress up properly so that you could leave a deep impression on that kid. It seems that it's too late now."

Kenneth glanced at Reines beside him, and then thought about the phone call he had just received, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

"Forget it, given that kid's personality, even if he's wearing makeup, I doubt anyone would be able to tell anything."

"Anyway, go and take my butler to the airport to find him. Don't make him wait there for too long."

"I understand, Uncle."

Upon hearing this, Reines nodded obediently.

"Hmm, remember to behave properly and try to leave a good impression on that kid, just like Sola-Ui charmed me, charm him, uh..." Kenneth instructed, but when he saw the girl's petite figure, he silently took back his words.

After all, he didn't think Rovey had any fetishes like being a lolita.

"Anyway, good luck, Reines. Although things are a bit urgent, that boy is indeed the most suitable person to be your husband. As for feelings, take your time, and things will eventually blossom between you. If you have any problems, you can come to your uncle anytime. That boy is no different from my son."

Seeing how well-behaved Reines was, Kenneth patted her head, then, abandoning his usual sharp and sarcastic tone, leaned down and spoke in a rare, gentle voice.

Perhaps it's a case of loving someone because of someone else, since he's always treated Rovey like a son, he now subconsciously sees Reines as his daughter. While trying to bring them together, he also hopes that they can find happiness, just like he and Sola-Ui did.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Reines simply gave a faint smile in response.

Clearly, she was not opposed to it.

After all, she was born into a branch of a magical family, and as a woman, and with equally outstanding male heirs in the family, her fate was definitely to marry out to consolidate the family's interpersonal relationships, or to serve as an excellent mother to attract other outstanding Magecraft geniuses to marry into the family and give birth to more offspring with better qualities.

She already knew these things, and she wasn't qualified to inherit the Magic Crest, nor did she have many resources to learn Magecraft.

But that's just how reality is; no matter how unwilling you are, you can't change it, so Reines had already resigned herself to her fate.

Right now, thanks to the uncle she's only met a few times, she's gone from being a member of the branch family to the head family. Her status has risen, and she's now qualified to access more advanced Magecraft. She's also received the Supreme Mystic Code Volumen Hydrargyrum personally gifted to her by Lord Kenneth. What more could she ask for?

The matter of a husband is not something she can decide for herself. Right now, compared to marrying into another family and becoming a womb, being able to stay in her own family and marry her uncle's most favored disciple is already the best future she can hope for.

I just don't know what kind of person my uncle's favorite disciple is...

Although her uncle had been praising his disciple's excellence and his remarkable ability to cause trouble in front of her for the past two days, Reines still felt it was a bit of an exaggeration.

After all, the descriptions of his magical talent surpassing that of Kenneth, a child prodigy, and his destiny to reach the Grand Rank were simply too exaggerated, making it hard not to think that Kenneth was exaggerating to reassure her.

However, no matter what the other person does, I will accept it...

My husband... what kind of person are you really?

I really hope my personality can be similar to my uncle's...

No, she didn't expect anything like her uncle's. After all, Kenneth was already a complete anomaly in the eyes of Magus, almost one in a thousand. In short, as long as the other party didn't interfere with her research into Magecraft and her freedom, her expectations were really low...

Silently praying, Reines changed into the gown Kenneth had prepared for her and then got into a luxurious black car.

"Go for it, Reines, do a good job and get that kid over there as soon as possible."

"Don't be nervous. If he bullies you, come back to your uncle."

Following Kenneth's encouragement, Reines smiled and headed towards her destination.

"Ah... Chu!!"

At this moment, near the blue bus stop close to London Airport, Rovey rubbed his nose as he waited for over two hours without seeing the person picking him up.

"I have a feeling... like I have a bad feeling about this."

Chapter 103 is so sweet!

On a street corner in London, today is just another ordinary day.

However, one strange figure attracted the attention of passersby.

There were several figures sitting on a roadside bench—more precisely, a young man and a few children who had just stopped by. They had simply sat side by side in a row. The three strange people were licking ice cream they had just bought from an ice cream truck across the street. Most importantly, because these people didn't know each other at all, they just sat there eating their ice cream without saying a word, not even making the most basic eye contact. The scene was undeniably bizarre.

As for why he attracted attention, besides his somewhat unconventional behavior, it was also because there was a very handsome and distinctive young man next to the two children. In this appearance-obsessed society, handsome men and beautiful women inevitably draw attention, and his almost eccentric behavior, coupled with the presence of several other children as a foil, made him stand out remarkably on the streets of London.

The feeling was extremely strange; in short, his appearance gave people the impression that he shouldn't have been there at all.

But...

"I'm so sorry to be here..."

Rovey continued licking his ice cream with a blank expression, staring at the passersby with eyes that seemed to want to die. They started gossiping and pointing at him, and some women, perhaps from too many Roman novels, even approached Rovey because of his good looks, mistaking him for a lost nobleman with amnesia. Although he was indeed a nobleman of the demonic path, he still felt somewhat distressed after experiencing such a thing.

To be honest, if Kenneth hadn't repeatedly told him to wait here, he really wanted to give these people a wicked, arrogant smile, take a lick of his ice cream, and walk away. If he could, that would be the decisive blow, but unfortunately, he couldn't.