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

It was like throwing away a soda can.

Looking at Amures writhing on the ground and Moran's completely unharmed state, Kayneth had made up his mind.

"Teacher Kayneth, I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost! I will never lose to some low-born scum!"

Amures roared, getting up despite the pain.

Moran had beaten him black and blue.

His face was so bruised that his eyes were barely visible, and flames of hatred were constantly spilling from the slits they had become.

That's right, it must be like this!

If I use magic, I won't lose!

He's just the son of a branch family with inferior bloodline, he can't compare to me with my superior talent!

"If I use magic! A guy like this! There's no way he could compete with me!"

Amures seemed to have gone mad.

His already fractured palm was rapidly gathering Mana.

Suddenly, a scorching fireball, like a heat haze, condensed and materialized, its intense heat capable of melting steel spreading outwards.

"Amures! Are you crazy!? Magic is forbidden in this match!" Waver panicked.

"What's it to you! I just need to prove it! Guys like you with inferior bloodlines—!"

Amures completely ignored Waver.

His gaze, twisted by hatred, was fixed on Moran, his mind only wanting to tear apart that arrogant face.

The desire for revenge had seeped into his bones like poison.

He wanted to awe Moran with his talent and magic, to shatter the confidence and composure he had maintained since the beginning.

To drag the victor down into the mire.

However, he couldn't even achieve this revenge.

Moran, looking at the scorching fireball Amures had condensed, maintained a relaxed and carefree attitude.

Not a trace of tension or worry could be seen.

He's still looking down on me at this point!?

This infuriated pride was the last straw that broke his reason.

"Bastard! Die!"

Amures roared and threw the fireball.

The entire process happened too quickly.

So much so that most students didn't have time to react, watching the farce with dumbfounded eyes.

"Fer.mei.sanguis"

At the same time the fireball was thrown.

A whispered murmur was caught by everyone's ears.

Suddenly, a torrent of silver, like a dam breaking, surged onto the field, blocking the space between Moran and Amures.

The fireball was immediately enveloped upon contact.

Its scorching heat was swallowed and buried.

A liquid fluid, like a water droplet, appeared, successfully preventing the farce from escalating further.

Faced with this situation, Amures was plunged into a daze.

Until a cold, indifferent voice, like a judgment, rang out, his fiery rage was doused with cold water and completely extinguished.

"Amures, are you treating the rules I've set as nothing? This self-defense class, based on academic exchange, does not permit the use of magecraft, yet you have violated the rules I established."

Kayneth's gaze was incredibly cold.

The overflowing silver liquid flowed back to his side, re-condensing into a water droplet the size of a sheep.

Volumen Hydrargyrum

This was one of Kayneth's Mystic Codes.

Everyone present had heard of it.

"I, I... I didn't... I...!"

"Enough. Ultimately, my judgment was flawed. I am disappointed. More than foolish students who talk back to me in class, I despise barbarians who don't even adhere to basic Magus etiquette. What future can a Magus who doesn't even follow the rules have?!"

Kayneth sighed and said sternly.

He had no pity for those who broke the rules.

"Teacher Kayneth! Please give me another chance!"

"No, Amures, you discarded the dignity and honor you possessed. Correspondingly, you must be prepared for the consequences. Everything in the world is bound by rules; without rules, nothing can be properly formed.

Amures, my El-Melloi classroom has no need for those who do not follow the rules. This is the result of your violation."

Kayneth said coldly, hands clasped behind his back.

He showed no intention of protecting Amures.

He didn't even give Amures a chance to argue.

Upon hearing such a cruel verdict, Amures felt as if he had been cast from heaven into hell.

His face was completely drained of color.

Kayneth detested those who trampled on Magus etiquette.

Amures had precisely stepped on this landmine.

In a way, he deserved this punishment, and no one would pity him.

Moran was challenging common sense, but his actions had not violated any rules.

Moran had overturned what Kayneth had always considered common sense through reasonable means. Amures was in no way comparable to him.

The former was a Magus of the new era, challenging the unknown and breaking through conservatism.

The latter was merely a barbarian who broke the rules.

Common sense could not remain unchanged.

To Kayneth, Amures, who didn't even realize this vast difference, was pathetically speechless.

ps: Although my mood is a bit affected, I still need to respond to everyone's flowers and monthly tickets.

The author will work hard to update and actively incorporate feedback for improvement. I only hope everyone will not give up and continue to support me. That's all.

Chapter 30: For All Magus to Appreciate! [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

Watching the Volumen Hydrargyrum dissolve before him, Moran released the grip of his fingernail on his index finger.

If Kayneth hadn't intervened just now, he probably would have flung blood and performed a Demonic Beast summoning on the spot.

That would have made the scene truly spectacular.

This was also the reason for Moran's confidence.

To some extent, he was a walking Demonic Beast factory, capable of creating even the fantasies of the Age of Gods.

A mere small fireball was nothing to fear.

Amures sat down on the ground, his face ashen.

He had been judged by Kayneth.

It was clear that this match had been decided.

"So... does this mean we won?"

Waver awkwardly scratched his cheek with his index finger.

He found it utterly unbelievable.

The battle he had believed from the very beginning would be a loss had been won in such an absurd manner.

"Whether we won or not, that's for Teacher Kayneth to decide, isn't it? What do you say, Teacher Kayneth?"

Moran said in a cheerful tone.

He even deliberately raised his voice so that those around him could hear.

As if afraid no one would hear.

Many people subconsciously glanced over, unable to suppress their curiosity to see Kayneth's reaction.

Kayneth, who had never tasted defeat until now.

Now, he had been defeated.

No one knew what kind of uproar this would cause at the Clock Tower if it got out, nor did they know what attitude this genius would adopt.

"This academic duel is a victory for Waver and Moran.

Moran, regarding your proof that innate conditions do not determine everything, I have witnessed it here."

"Teacher Kayneth, besides announcing my victory, you have more to announce, don't you? For example, your defeat!"

"Hmph, you fellow..."

Kayneth couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Moran's almost overflowing smile of delight.

A sense of unease, like falling into a trap, welled up in his heart, yet he couldn't go back on his previous promise.

His self-importance and pride wouldn't allow it.

As a noble, he had to take responsibility for his words and actions.

Just as Kayneth was thinking this.

Moran's next action made him feel like his vision had gone dark.

"Come on, everyone has a first time! To have the Teacher Kayneth, who has never lost before, personally admit defeat, I definitely can't miss out on this honor! Hey! Does anyone have anything to record with?"

Moran waved to the people around him.

Waver felt a sense of unease.

Even though this was Kayneth's first defeat against someone else, he was still the renowned Lord El-Melloi.

Was it a bit much to make such a grand declaration...?

Waver really couldn't bring himself to mess around like Moran, but he was in the same boat and couldn't do anything about it.

"Classmate Moran... I have a camera... it should be able to record video...!"

"Oh oh! This will do in a pinch too! Thanks!"

Moran borrowed a high-tech camera from Camus.

Camus, who had struck up a conversation with Moran, was blushing furiously, completely unaware that she was abetting evil.

A girl in love wouldn't realize these things.

"Classmate Moran, is this really necessary? I am your teacher, after all... Respecting your teacher is important, isn't it?"

Kayneth tried his best to calm his emotions.

Annoying, this guy is too smug.