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

"Heh, that was an easy promise. Fantasies only have meaning when they're realized. I, Kayneth, don't like bullying people either, so for this bet, I'll pick two people to fight in my stead."

Kayneth glanced at the other students.

He quickly picked out two of them.

"Hmm... Amures, Kemia, as the model students of the El-Melloi classroom, you two will fight for me."

Kayneth nodded.

The two who were called were flattered.

Amures and Kemia were both very popular in the classroom.

Far from the bottom-dwellers Waver and Moran.

"Yes! Teacher Kayneth! I will definitely not disappoint your expectations! I will bring you victory!"

Amures's face was filled with excitement.

He didn't think it would be difficult to deal with Moran and Waver at all.

"To be able to fight in place of Lord El-Melloi, such an honor is a great reward for me!"

Kemia was equally elated.

If they could catch Kayneth's eye, their future careers as magi would be secure!

The two were already rubbing their hands together in anticipation.

They couldn't wait to show Moran and Waver what they could do.

"M-me too!?"

"Well, we're companions on the same boat! Besides, what are you afraid of when I'm here?"

"Waaah... I'm worried because you're here!"

Waver was on the verge of tears.

He felt completely tied to this sinking ship by Moran.

He couldn't get off even if he wanted to.

And so, Moran ignored Waver's wails.

Amures and Kemia, chosen by Kayneth as representatives.

Against Moran and Waver, who denied the theory of bloodline.

The students of El-Melloi stood on the sides of the training grounds. Many of them believed the outcome of this battle was already decided.

The best model students against the worst students at the bottom.

It was obvious who would win.

Due to the great fame of Kayneth and the El-Melloi classroom, the spectators were not only the students from the classroom.

Magicians from other departments were also present.

People from the Department of Creation, the Department of Modern Magecraft, and the Department of Advent had all come.

"Lord El-Melloi is presiding over the battle? I thought he would be fighting himself? So someone is substituting... what a shame..."

Also present was a girl wearing a cute Western-style dress.

A hint of regret flickered across her young face.

Although the girl was only seven years old, the aura emanating from her bloodline and upbringing gave off a sense of majesty.

She was as elegant and splendid as a princess.

"I'm not interested in the two people fighting as substitutes. As for one of the other two, he looks a little familiar..."

"My Lady Luvia, the one you're referring to is Moran. Edelfelt, he is the legitimate son of a collateral branch of our family."

"Eh? Is he from our family?"

"If you trace it back by blood, he's your cousin... Of course, his talent and bloodline are far inferior to yours, not to mention that he has now committed the foolish act of offending Lord Kayneth..."

The servant's words were laced with a hint of disappointment and contempt.

Luvia, however, didn't think that far ahead.

Her beautiful amber eyes gazed towards the training grounds, and a flicker of curiosity welled up within her.

"My Lady, this is a farce not worth watching."

"Why say that?

Crowne, since we're already here, let's watch for a while. Perhaps something unexpected will happen!"

"Sigh, if that's what you wish, My Lady..."

Luvia did not choose to leave the scene.

She didn't know why this curiosity arose in her heart.

Perhaps it was because Moran was a relative she had never met, or perhaps it was Moran's confidence in facing Kayneth without fear.

In any case, she wanted to watch this fight.

"Having one unrealistic person like Waver already lowers the prestige of our classroom, and now you, Moran, are going to become like Waver? Unrealistic all day long like him?"

Kemia mocked Moran, who was associating with Waver.

The disdain in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Teacher Kayneth's time is extremely precious, and you've already wasted so much of it today... Hmph, 'newcomers' like you Magus are just fillers for the Clock Tower. That's all you're good for."

Amures sneered and clapped his hands together.

A cracking sound, like exploding beans, came from his knuckles as his Magic Crest vaguely appeared on his skin.

His Magic Circuits were then activated.

"Fillers? No way! What gives you the right to say that!"

"What gives us the right? The right that we are sufficiently excellent! As Magus, effort without a superior bloodline is meaningless! Your inferior bloodline determines your lifelong unfortunate fate!"

Waver was so rebutted by Amures that he couldn't speak.

It wouldn't matter if he alone was insulted.

But this whole thing started because of him; if he hadn't challenged Kayneth in class.

It would never have turned out like this.

Perhaps his fate was indeed this unlucky.

"Unlucky? Meaningless? How arrogant!

Because you can't achieve it yourself, you dismiss everyone else's efforts as meaningless... You're truly arrogant."

Moran slowly walked in front of Waver.

His leisurely tone carried an imposing pressure that commanded respect without anger.

Like a king of beasts strolling through a dense forest, his oppressive aura surged like a terrifying wave.

"I-I was just speaking the truth!"

Amures found himself trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at Moran, who was no different from usual.

He couldn't see anything special about him, so why was his body reacting like this?

It was as if it was saying, 'Don't come any closer!'

"Ha! The truth! How interesting, Waver, did you hear that? This guy says he's telling the truth! I love situations like this, because otherwise, the fight wouldn't be interesting.

Amures, your set of realistic rules only applies to idiots like you, not to me."

"Moran! You!"

Amures took a step forward in anger.

He almost couldn't restrain his impulse to attack.

"Those stale and boring realistic rules, the fixed future and talent, if your worldview is built on them, then I will unceremoniously crush them."

Moran straightened his back and arms with a stern expression.

Highlighting his firm will.

His eyes seemed to emit a phosphorescent glow, very dazzling.

Like a proud hero rebelling against heaven.

The emotional resonance conveyed by his words moved many Magus who had been unwilling to submit to bloodlines.

It was as if, for an extremely brief moment.

They truly believed this man could break the shackles of fate.

ps: This modern chapter is not long; it's mainly for transitioning after the climax, explaining the protagonist's environment in the Clock Tower.

It won't be filler and will end soon. The next simulation will follow quickly.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Duel Begins [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Arrogant! What's the point of a Magus without a superior bloodline! You won't achieve anything by spouting such delusions!"

Kemia was momentarily stunned by Moran.

When he snapped back to reality, a sense of shame welled up in his heart, causing him to become embarrassed and angry.

He was intimidated by the opponent's aura before the battle even began.

Clearly, his side was the superior one.

After surveying the training ground, Kayneth briefly announced the rules of the duel to everyone.

This duel was of an academic discussion nature.

The use of conventional magic and Mystic Codes was prohibited.

He could only use enhancement magecraft to augment his physical body to assist in combat.

Both sides needed to adhere to the principle of stopping when appropriate.

The El-Melloi classroom did not permit savage fighting, and Kayneth would serve as the referee, overseeing the entire combat process.

"That's it, those are the rules for this battle. I believe even the most idiotic fool wouldn't fail to understand them—"

Kayneth paused and walked to the edge of the training grounds.

He looked at both sides, who were in their positions, and raised his hand high.

The moment his arm dropped.

It would be the signal to blow the horn for the battle to begin.

"Match, begin!"

Almost the instant Kayneth shouted.

The Magic Crests on Kemia's body overflowed with magical currents.

His legs, as if exploding, pushed off and launched him forward.

"I will make you idiots clinging to delusions understand! That you are nothing more than third-rate magi—!"

Kemia sneered, a grin splitting his lips.

Empowered by mana, he was as fast as lightning.

In mere seconds, he charged to the front of Moran and Waver, his clenched fists gathering a massive amount of mana.

Everyone realized Kemia had seized the initiative.

Waver hadn't even reacted.

Many believed Kemia's speed was simply too great, and that Moran, at his level, couldn't possibly track his movements.