Chapter 100

Typhon sat on the Sofa with his knees drawn up to his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes.

"Perhaps, this really is terrible."

Seeing this, Novia had no choice but to go along with Typhon's words, after all, he didn't like seeing his loved ones shed tears.

The red-haired girl ignored Melusine and Altrouge Brunestud's gazes and let out her muttering:

"You idiot, but it's okay, everyone makes mistakes."

Um?

The silver-haired youth felt something was off.

He only offered comfort because Typhon was always carefree and rather oblivious.

How did it turn into him apologizing, only to be forgiven by Typhon with the excuse, "I just can't do anything with you"?

Something's definitely fishy.

As Novia was thinking this, she noticed Typhon looking up at her, his eyes narrowed into slits, a gentle smile on his face.

Then, before Novia could speak, Typhon threw himself on him, placing his hands on Novia's chest with utmost care.

"Thinking about it, it's alright. It's okay if I can't kill Zeus. When I remember that I've already killed the 'Bull,' I'll make a wish three times in my heart: that I can be with you, Avia, no matter what—and Avia, I love you, I love you, I love you the most!"

In addition, Typhon glanced provocatively at the men beside him who had already clenched their fists.

To be honest, Novia really didn't expect Typhon to do something like this; it's completely unlike her usual personality... and the more she looked at it, the more she felt it resembled something that Meli had secretly taught her. Could it be—

Novia, who already had some guesses, didn't say a word. She simply straightened her back and stared calmly at Typhon, whose face was flushed.

"No, no, no, no, don't stare like that, you idiot."

The red-haired girl, her cheeks flushed, bit her lip and said this.

"Cough cough."

The silence of the birthplace was broken by Hassan of the Zealot, who stood by completely unrelated to the place.

Well, although she felt an unwavering respect for this person from the very first meeting—a respect even greater than that for Altrouge Brunestud —she still knew her limits and understood that it was best to keep quiet in this situation.

But--

"My lord, a Servant has arrived. He's at the door. Should I go open it?"

Novia, still being held down by Typhon, nodded in response to Hassan of the Zealot's question.

Those who come to visit at this time are either Servant and Master who cannot enter Thunderbolt, or Masters Servant Master want to reach some kind of peace agreement with him.

A few seconds later, a voice came from Hassan of the Zealot, who had returned from the doorway.

"Um, it's incredibly nice to see you, and please understand my visit, the Holy One Novia, ah no, actually I should say forgive me..."

The blond, blue-eyed boy still wore a refreshing smile that didn't seem like Magecraft would have.

His name was Flat, and he was one of the students in Lord El-Melloi II's classroom.

Although Flat's personality is unreliable, he had already contacted his Teacher, Lord El-Melloi II, before coming, so he was extremely cautious of Avia, the strongest person in this Holy Grail War, and who was suspected to be the same person as Avia, one of the ancient Lord of El -Novia El-Melloi.

183: The Ancient Lord of El-Melloi (3k5)

"As your professor, I'll give you an assignment: go and make contact, in the name of El-Melloi."

Earlier, at a budget motel in Snowfield City.

Lord El-Melloi II spoke these words by phone to his disciple Flat, who had secretly gone to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Escardos was born into a family of Magecraft who had settled in the Mediterranean Sea. He was the eldest son of the Escardos family.

He was originally expected to be a child prodigy and was now apprenticed to other professors, but instead caused many teachers heartache. In the end, they had no choice but to tell Lord El-Melloi II, "Only you can teach him," and then dumped him on him.

In the years that followed, he outshone his fellow students in Magecraft talent and continued to grow, but due to a host of other problems, he has yet to graduate from the Clock Tower.

Several months ago, Flat obtained a game-related Dagger from the Lord El-Melloi II and came to Snowfield City without permission. Simply wiping the catalyst triggered the summoning process, summoning the False Berserker, Jack the Ripper.

"Hey, is this really okay?" Flat asked curiously. "Would our classroom's name actually be that useful in the Holy Grail War?"

"... Seriously, you're that kind of person, to put it simply, an idiot. I'm talking about El-Melloi, El-Melloi, you know?"

On the day of the phone call, the one who raised his voice and started cursing was a man in his thirties with long hair.

A yellow shoulder strap hung from the top of his red coat. The man clearly had a rather displeased expression, but it quickly turned into worry. This was Lord El-Melloi II, the London Star at the Clock Tower.

On the other hand, Flat was on the phone, looked utterly desperate upon hearing this. "How could this be! Please describe me in at least two words!"

"You're both an idiot and a moron, there's no other way to describe you. I told you not to come, but you insisted, so I finally called you a moron! I can't stand it..."

"Because I didn't expect that the touch that summoned Mr. Jack wasn't prepared by you, Teacher."

"Master, please listen patiently to what Lord El-Melloi II has to say."

The steampunk-style watch on Flat's left wrist emitted a sound that gave off a mature and gentlemanly impression.

This is Flat's Servant, the Berserker Jack the Ripper, who can transform into any form, and is currently attached to Flat's wrist as a watch.

"Sigh, I'm really impressed by you."

The Lord El-Melloi II on the other end of the phone sighed softly.

When he saw that the King of Heroes Gilgamesh, had also appeared in the United States Holy Grail War, his face turned ashen. The nausea in his stomach caused by the trouble with Flat stopped abruptly. Not only his stomach, but perhaps even his breathing, blinking, and heart stopped for a few seconds.

But he quickly realized that he was worried about Flat's safety, so he quickly found the phone and called Flat.

He was afraid that something might happen to his disciple in Snowfield City. Although it was what Flat deserved, this fool hadn't graduated from his tutelage yet, which meant that he, as the Teacher, had a responsibility to help this fool survive this Holy Grail War.

Therefore, aside from scolding Flat for the first few minutes after the call connected, the Lord El-Melloi II then analyzed the situation for him, emphasizing that the top priority was not to easily contact the King of Heroes. During the call, the Lord El-Melloi II, though far away in the Clock Tower, learned about the scene of Novia, who appeared last, through the Magecraft arranged by the Clock Tower in Snowfield City.

As the founder of the Church, he should logically belong to the Order of Good. However, in the Holy Grail War, Servant are there for the Holy Grail. Therefore, Lord El-Melloi II Nova II dared not easily let Flat make contact with him. Moreover, like most Magecraft, he felt that if Novia truly possessed the qualifications of a 'Holy Spirit,' then what was the point of participating in the Holy Grail War?

Could it be that they're going to follow in the footsteps of their former Teacher, Kayneth, and fight the Holy Grail War with the 'Holy Grail' at their disposal?

However, the Lord El-Melloi II's caution was quickly dispelled by one of his disciples—not Flat, of course, but Gray, whom he had brought with him.

"That person... I feel like he looks a lot like the one in the portrait that's left in the village."

Gray's mutterings were overheard by the Lord El-Melloi II was standing nearby.

He recalled that Gray was born in the Blackmore Village in Wales. Although the villagers there were related to King Arthur, even earlier, the Blackmore, known as the Gravekeepers, had acquired their ability to transform into Raven from the long-deceased Blackmore, the Dead Apostle Ancestor.

In addition, the Lord El-Melloi II recalled that, according to their own accounts, they had been saved by a Lord of El-Melloi, namely Avia, the Huns, according to legend, destroyed the Church of Rome in the fifth century...

Many people find this hard to believe, although Avia did go to Britain, there are no detailed records of her past there.

"Gray, are you sure?"

"They look very alike, or rather, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're the same person..."

"I see."

After receiving Gray's affirmation, the previously hesitant Lord El-Melloi II made up his mind and came up with the idea of having Flat directly contact Novia.

"That's it, Flat. Did you understand? After the meeting, please call and speak with that person."

"Yes, I understand, Teacher."

Then, the Lord El-Melloi II hung up the phone.

After seeing the call end, Ferrat put away his phone, drew back the curtains, and bathed himself in the Twilight light streaming into the room. He raised his arms high. "Ah, finally I'm out! Really..."

"Master, his advice was very effective, and the fact that I could understand him over the phone suggests he must be an excellent 'Magecraft Teacher.' Considering he survived the Holy Grail War, he must also be a top-notch 'Magecraft.'"

Ferrat shook his head slightly after hearing the affirmation from the Jack the Ripper, who had transformed into a Berserker Heroic Spirit Watch.

"That's not what I meant, Mr. Jack."

"Call me Berserker... So, what's wrong with that?"

Jack tilted his head instead of his fingers, and Ferrat looked at him with a disappointed expression and said:

"The professor, when he was in the Clock Tower, was someone constantly chasing after work, so busy that he couldn't afford to waste even a minute... But because of me, I wasted several hours of his time... I really feel like I did something wrong..."

"Hmm... you're even more considerate of your master than I thought."

"Of course, the only students who, as professors, disrespect their professors are... The phone rang again."

Flat picked up the ringing phone again, only to find that it wasn't the familiar Lord El-Melloi II, but an unknown number. However, he didn't hesitate and answered it immediately.

"Hey, Flat, I heard you're in Snowfield City now. How's it going?"

"Eh... Eh! It's actually Lord Van Tem?!"

"Haha, that's right, it's me! Long time no see! Remember to come visit my ship next time, Brother Flat."

"Hmm... I do remember that, but Lord Van Tem, I'm afraid your call wasn't just to send an invitation."

"After all, the entire Magecraft World is probably quite excited right now, but I just want to offer a word of advice." The Dead Apostle, the Night's Master, quietly raised his glass, offering a Flat to Flat, the experimental subject created by his friend who had vanished long ago. "Flat, you are special to that person—no, I should say, to humanity. You are someone who exists between the present and the Future, and perhaps that's why you might die."

"... What does this mean?"

"Haha, it's nothing, just pretend I was drunk, Brother Flat. By the way, if you see that person, how should I put it? Please give my regards. Tell them that Van Tem sends his greetings to you and Lady Princess. If you have time, you are welcome to visit Monaco anytime. I will certainly treat you both well. Of course, if possible, it would be best if the White Knight didn't come."

After finishing his sentence, Van Tem hung up the phone without waiting for Flat's reaction.

"Your Excellency Van Tem seems to be acting strangely today..."

"Master, who is this?"

Upon hearing Jack's seemingly unexpected question, Flat replied in a nostalgic tone:

"In my hometown of Monaco, there's a huge gambling ship on the sea nearby. I used to gamble there. Although there was an age restriction, after experiencing a lot, the owner made an exception and allowed me to go in... In exchange, he said he hoped I could perform some Magecraft for him, so I demonstrated several Magecraft there."

"Want to see Magecraft or something... Is the owner of that gambling ship Magecraft too?"

"Yes, originally, I heard that was the case."

"...'originally'?"

Upon hearing Flat's strange explanation, the dial of the watch tilted slightly.

"Hmm, that person, he went from being Magecraft to Dead Apostle, that is, Lord Van Tem... Oh no, it's almost dark, I have to find Novia quickly, my Teacher just gave the order, I can't delay any longer."

"Rest assured, Master, I will guide you now."

"Yes, that's about it."

Inside the hotel where Novia was staying, Flat truthfully told Novia what was happening in front of him.

Novia naturally knew that the Financial Demon King was referring to the 'New Humanity' 'Theia' inside Flat's body, since the meaning of Van Tem in Flat's words was unclear. However, since he was there, Flat could not have been ambushed and killed, and 'Theia' would not want to destroy everything because of Flat's death.

As for Van Tem's invitation, Novia thought it best to see what Altrouge Brunestud thought; he was indifferent and could simply treat it as a way to relax.

You might even encounter Zagreus appearing in the Present World under the name Bai Ruolong —a Greek God using a continental name to practice Baguazhang and Thought Magecraft. However, this depends on whether the Lord El-Melloi II Adventure plot unfolds. If it doesn't, then the Magecraft Kiz, who controls the 'Preservation Gate' in the Wandering Sea, won't allow him to appear in this guise.

After all, the Divine Body Osiris, originally intended for Alexander IV by Ptolemy and several Magecraft and located in the Undersea Alexandria Library, had already been destroyed by him. In other words, the Divine Body prepared for Alexander IV were now only those of Sun Wukong and Set.

"By the way, the Teacher said that after I meet you, I should let you speak with him by phone. Is that alright?"

Although it was the Teacher's request, Flat felt that he should ask Novia first, otherwise it would be impolite.

"Sure," Novia said with a smile. "After all, I was once the Lord El-Melloi."

Although I've never even been to the Clock Tower.

"Eh! Really!?"

To Flat's surprise, his call to the Lord El-Melloi II went through quickly. After a brief self-introduction, Novia listened to El-Melloi's speech.

"Greetings, Lord Novia. I am the current Lord of the El-Melloi family, known as Lord El-Melloi II. Although this is an unreasonable request, could you please protect my good-for-nothing disciple, Flat Escardos? I truly beg you."

The Lord El-Melloi II's words were full of sincerity.

This didn't surprise Novia; after all, this was the Lord El-Melloi II, and it would be strange if he didn't say so.

Moreover, Novia herself had been Teacher, so she could naturally understand this feeling of worry.

Therefore, regarding this request that yielded no reward—

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Thus, the second day of the Holy Grail War came to an end. The True Berserker Team and the False Archer Team were eliminated, leaving eleven of the thirteen Servant remaining.