Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering Greek Goddesses from the Start!

Waver's expression showed a hint of surprise.

He hadn't expected Kayneth to be the first to voice agreement.

Moran understood why Waver thought that.

The two of them had inferior bloodlines and talent.

To the point that most people at the Clock Tower had labeled them as having no future. Everyone looked at them through tinted glasses.

It wasn't an exaggeration to call Moran and Waver unfortunate companions.

Professors like Kayneth, who didn't view them with prejudice, were truly rare at the Clock Tower.

"However, your focus is good. Theoretically, even if it's correct, someone with your bloodline wouldn't be able to practice it."

Kayneth's words were spot-on.

"Hahahahaha! To ask such a question!"

"As expected of a 'new' Magus! Even the questions you ask are so 'new'!"

"Is this the impractical Waver? Hahahaha—!"

The entire audience of students burst into laughter.

They mocked Waver for asking about such common Magus knowledge; the bloodline theory was unshakable in the world of Magus.

In reality, Kayneth was not wrong.

Take the example Moran knew.

Shirou Emiya could use Projection like he was cheating.

Ultimately, it was because he, as the first-generation Magus, was born with twenty-seven Magic Circuits.

It was enough to stun almost anyone if they heard it.

Other Magus families would need at least two to three generations, with artificial intervention, to give birth to such offspring.

"I believe Magus shouldn't be judged solely by bloodline!"

"Oh? Didn't I say there needs to be proper understanding? Bloodline, talent – these are unchangeable realities. To want to overturn reality with mere perception is simply delusion!"

"If that's the case, then I will prove to you that bloodline doesn't represent everything!"

Waver and Kayneth stared at each other for several seconds.

The former was a reformer unwilling to adhere to the bloodline theory, while the latter was a noble realist who valued results.

Neither side was wrong.

"Then, you can wait until you have results before boasting to me. Having ideas without the ability to prove them is worthless!"

Kayneth's expression was sharp and stern.

What he said was indeed the common sense applicable to Magus.

But that didn't mean it was absolutely correct.

Just as Waver lowered his head, too ashamed to retort, another voice rang out from beside him.

"Professor Kayneth, I have an objection."

Moran suddenly stood up from his seat.

This action drew the attention of everyone in the classroom.

They thought only one fool was being lectured by Kayneth, who could have imagined a second idiot would appear.

Everyone harbored this thought.

Ps: Since I felt there was no need to specifically write about FZ and everyone must be tired of it, I have merged the worldviews of FZ and the Alter Holy Grail Wars into FSF. Please consider it a fusion of various Type-Moon parallel worlds. I am very familiar with Type-Moon settings, so it's stable.

The characters that should be there will be. I personally like Irisviel, so I will definitely write about her. Of course, Tsukihime will also be written.

Hint: Tsukihime is very important to the protagonist, and its weight in the plot is significant. I am using the setting of the new Tsukihime.

On a side note, please stop pressuring me, the author. If the flowers and monthly votes aren't coming in, I'm truly crying...

Chapter 24: Innate Doesn't Mean It Determines Everything [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Moran. Edelfelt, which of my points do you disagree with? If you don't agree, you can say it."

"You said bloodline and talent are unchangeable realities, and I don't think so. What I believe is that innate factors cannot determine everything. As long as a person lives, they have the possibility to compensate for the shortcomings of innate factors through acquired means."

Moran's gaze was direct enough to pierce through someone.

The charisma and confidence contained in his words were so powerful that those around him couldn't muster any thoughts of mockery.

His aura made it impossible not to notice him.

After twenty-six years of simulation in Greece, Moran had undergone significant changes compared to before.

"Moran...!"

Waver trembled all over, deeply moved.

When everyone was mocking him, someone actually extended a helping hand to him in such a desperate situation.

At the same time, he felt a bit surprised.

Moran's past impression on him was one of giving up, but now his aura was incredibly vibrant.

He seemed like a completely different person.

"Hmph, wishful thinking. A person's acquired skills are ultimately limited, and achieving what you speak of is as difficult as ascending to heaven. I recall you're just a son from a collateral branch of the Edelfelt family. Although the main family possesses considerable strength, you, as a mere collateral relative, lack talent and aptitude."

Kayneth remembered the information of all the students in the classroom.

He believed he understood Moran's background well.

However, this was limited to Moran at the time of his enrollment.

"Heh, what if I can prove it?"

Moran still showed no sign of fear.

Even his tone was quite calm.

"Alas, how pathetic. I never expected that in my class, there would be more than one student who firmly believes in such delusions. If this isn't corrected fundamentally, it will also harm my reputation as a lecturer..."

Kayneth considered Moran's words to be empty talk.

He subconsciously categorized Moran on the same level as Waver.

His sharp remarks carried no malice.

As a Magus professor from an aristocratic background, he was simply informing the student about what was unfeasible based on realistic theories.

Kayneth, being a genius, believed in his own perceptions.

At the same time, he understood the cruelty of the magical world.

If these two students weren't given a sufficient lesson, they would likely struggle to survive in the magical world in the future.

Although there was an element of preserving the El-Melloi classroom's reputation and teaching the inexperienced youth a lesson, it didn't hinder his ultimate intention.

Kayneth's fundamental starting point was still for the students' own good.

"In that case, very well.

As a teacher, I am not so cruel as to deny students a chance to prove themselves. Moran, I will give you and Waver the opportunity to prove yourselves, and it will be a perfect chance for you to understand what reality is and what impractical delusions are!"

Kayneth's gaze was as sharp and piercing as a blade.

Like a punisher delivering a verdict.

The others in the classroom could sense the oppressive pressure in his words, and most of them barely dared to breathe.

Who would have thought Moran had such guts?

He actually dared to openly challenge his lord.

This wasn't foolishness; it was madness!

Kayneth was, after all, the lord of El-Melloi, and provoking him like this in class was completely incomprehensible.

And so, in a considerably tense atmosphere, everyone watched as Moran casually and leisurely sat back down in his seat.

No one even dared to laugh.

No one wanted to get caught up in the dispute at this moment.

"Moran, you debated with Teacher Kayneth with such confidence; you must have a decisive trump card!"

Waver's face was filled with tension and worry.

He hadn't expected things to escalate this much.

He had actually caused Kayneth to utter words about correction and discipline, which was something no ordinary student could withstand.

Waver had gambled his entire fortune to study at the Clock Tower.

If he were to be expelled from the Clock Tower like this, then he would truly have no choice but to beg on the streets for a living.

"Strategy? Nope?

I never thought about that from the beginning."

Moran put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.

He had the appearance of a heartless scoundrel with no self-awareness.

Moran had learned a lot of magic from his close association with Medea, and he found modern magic to be quite superficial.

The theory of bloodlines was something he didn't acknowledge at all.

If Medea were to help, she could easily find a plethora of methods for ordinary people to achieve success through acquired means.

Even if only modern materials were used.

She was equally capable of doing so.

"Ah?! You provoked Teacher Kayneth without even thinking about it? We're doomed, doomed! Am I really going to be kicked out of the Clock Tower now! Wuwuwu..."

Waver could already imagine his desolate future of wandering.

He had absolutely no countermeasures.

His rebuttal to the bloodline theory just now was purely out of passion; he had no evidence or examples whatsoever.

"Don't worry, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. When the time comes, we'll cross that bridge. I'm actually looking forward to how Teacher Kayneth will teach us a lesson~"

Moran looked like he was just enjoying the show.

He was completely different from Waver's panic.

His rebuttal to Kayneth just now wasn't simply a whim, but had a deeper reason behind it.

Bloodline. When Kayneth mentioned that.

Moran's first thought went to Medusa.

Could people truly not resist the unfair fate brought about by innate factors?

No, absolutely not.

Even the demonic nature based on bloodline could be suppressed.

Moran did not admit that innate factors determined everything.

Even though he possessed the simulator, it had only opened a door for him.

The one who truly walked the path was Moran himself.

His twenty-six years in the simulator were all spent through blood and sweat. The three permanent skills he now possessed were also the result of acquired effort, not things that could be obtained easily.

Even without the simulator, as long as the desire to protect was sparked.