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

For the first time since his birth, he felt defeated, and he never expected it to be at the hands of his own student.

"I can't do that! Even relatives have to settle accounts clearly. Since I made a bet with you, Teacher Kayneth, I must fulfill my responsibility! Not being serious like this would be an insult to you!"

"Haa... I wish you weren't so serious!"

"No way! Wouldn't that mean I don't respect my teacher and my ways!"

"I must record this moment, copy it billions of times, and let all mages enjoy it!"

Moran's face was filled with excitement and seriousness.

On the other side, Kayneth's fists were clenched, making cracking sounds.

He hadn't paid attention before and didn't realize how infuriating his students were. Now that he was interacting with them, he understood.

He shouldn't have accepted this bet.

"Moran, you don't have to be like this... Teacher Kayneth just protected us too... Besides, we'll be attending classes together in the future."

Waver tried to mediate.

His actions were greatly appreciated by Kayneth.

Kayneth momentarily thought that he had been too strict before and that he needed to revise his teaching methods soon.

However, would Moran back down so easily?

That was, of course, impossible.

"It's precisely because we'll be attending classes seriously in the future that we must leave no regrets in the past! Teacher Kayneth, my camera is ready, just waiting for your command to start filming!"

Moran had already aimed his camera at Kayneth.

He was just waiting for him to utter a shamefully uttered declaration of surrender.

This action made everyone's scalp tingle.

The surrounding students felt that Moran was not only powerful in combat but also first-rate at hitting people where it hurt.

This guy must not be provoked in the future.

"Enough, put down the camera, and we can talk. The honor of my El-Melloi family cannot be ruined. Tell me, what will it take for you to let this go?"

Kayneth sighed and said.

These words were essentially a surrender.

With his lordly pride, he couldn't deal with this. Facing Moran's rogue behavior, he could only admit defeat.

"Heh heh, it's nothing much. If you could lend me the complete Three-Prism Magic Core for research, perhaps I'd be so happy that I'd accidentally lose that recording."

Moran pondered the most valuable item in the El-Melloi family.

The only thing he could think of was this magic core.

He remembered that this item was forged from the remains of the Albion Dragon, a boundless mana furnace constructed from the material of the Primordial Dragon.

Although it was useless to Moran at the moment, it didn't stop him from wanting it for fun.

If Kayneth knew that Moran just wanted it for fun, he would probably be so angry he'd spit blood for three feet.

Such a mystery was treasured by others, yet he just wanted to play with it?

"Fine. I will exercise my authority as the head of the family and grant Moran Edelfelt permission to access the treasure of our El-Melloi lineage under the guise of academic research. Are you satisfied with this?"

"Okay, let's record first then."

"Huh? Didn't I already agree to your terms?"

"What if you go back on your word?"

"I am a lord of El-Melloi! A gentleman's word is his bond; how could I possibly go back on it!?"

"No, without a guarantee, I'm worried!"

"You, you unfilial disciple...!"

Moran's string of moves left Kayneth speechless.

Finally, both sides reached an agreement. Kayneth agreed to record his surrender on camera, and Moran promised to delete the recording once he got the magic core.

The process made the other mages feel ashamed.

That aloof lord was haggling with his student like someone buying groceries on the street, lowering his dignity.

And this was just one of Moran's amusing anecdotes in the future. More would spread throughout the Clock Tower in the future.

Chapter 31: If You Hinder Me, I'll Change Things!

One had to admit, Kayneth was willing to take responsibility for his actions.

He didn't cling to his own pride.

Instead, after witnessing a miracle that surpassed ordinary circumstances, he accepted and acknowledged it with an open mind.

As a teacher, he was undoubtedly excellent.

His expression still carried arrogance, but his eyes couldn't hide his praise for his student.

He, the teacher, had actually been taught a lesson by his student.

Things he thought impossible were not so; it was his own perception that limited him.

Standing still would only lead to being eliminated by the times.

As promised, Kayneth publicly admitted his mistake and acknowledged Moran's theory of acquired talent.

"Teacher Kayneth... actually admitted he was wrong..."

"Did I hear that right? That arrogant Teacher Kayneth actually took back his words to a student of low birth...!"

"Is the era about to change?"

Many students were extremely emotional.

An invisible vortex was stirring within the Clock Tower.

Moran's name also began to spread.

Everyone knew that a student of low birth had made the El-Melloi Lord admit his mistake.

"However, this was merely a miscalculation on my part.

Waver, students like Moran are ultimately a minority. Although this path may be feasible, it is very difficult to tread for the current mage world."

Kayneth ignored the clamoring students.

He turned his gaze to Moran and Waver.

His deep gaze carried immense pressure, as if he were confirming something with the two students.

"I believe I can walk this path!"

Waver patted his chest, full of confidence.

However, this reaction caused Kayneth to sigh.

He was still too green in every aspect.

Waver completely failed to grasp the deeper meaning of his words.

"The mage world's opinion doesn't matter to me. The reason I refuted you in the first place was simply because I wanted to. Well, if the mage world hinders my way of life, then I'll just have to change the mage world."

Moran understood the hidden meaning in Kayneth's words.

If the bloodline theory, which had been solidified until now, were to be shaken, it would affect the collective interests of mages.

It could even shake the uniqueness of mystery itself.

Mages would resort to any means to protect their own interests.

That was why Kayneth said this path wouldn't be easy.

He belonged to the traditional aristocratic faction.

As a teacher, he naturally didn't want his student to tread a thorny path, so he could only offer such veiled advice.

Although his outward personality was arrogant and overbearing.

He cared for his students in his own awkward way.

Moran knew that some people were raised as nobles from birth, and the arrogance of such people was devoid of good or evil.

It was simply their belief that nobles should be that way.

They naturally maintained their elegant arrogance.

To the point where even their way of expressing kindness carried arrogance, making it difficult to label such people as inherently bad.

Kayneth was a prime example of this.

He was arrogant, but that didn't stop him from being a good teacher.

"Ha, change the mage world? What a fanciful idea! However, if it were you, Moran, perhaps you could do it. As for Waver... you're just too green."

Kayneth spread his hands and chuckled lightly.

Having just witnessed Moran prove the impossible, He held confidence in the student before him.

This had nothing to do with his aristocratic pride; it was simply a teacher's recognition of his student.

"Teacher Kayneth! Why am I being treated differently! I'm already drafting a thesis on the reform of the new era of mages! I'll definitely open your eyes then!"

"Heh, Waver, don't just live in fantasy. If you're a mage, show me convincing practical examples. Otherwise, I won't give you any recognition... Hmm, you'd best be like Moran."

Kayneth walked out of the training grounds with his hands clasped behind his back.

His departure signaled the end of the lesson.

Waver's expression was quite awkward after hearing that; he truly had no impressive practical examples to show.

On the other side, Camus lowered her head meekly.

Her cheeks flushed as she debated whether to speak to Moran again.

Just then, another sweet voice chimed in.

Turning his head, he saw a young girl with soft golden hair, dressed in a magnificent sapphire blue dress.

She looked just like a princess stepping out of a fairy tale.

"Nice! What a beautiful duel! This kind of clash of power and physique! This is the dashing spirit of a new era mage! It really kept me glued to the spot!"

Luvia stepped into the training grounds.

She was closely followed by her attendant, Crowne.

"That powerful left hook, and the takedown executed at the last second! Absolutely masterful!"

Luvia immediately moved close to Moran.

She clung tightly to his right arm like a fish climbing a tree.

Moran didn't react immediately.

He only felt that the girl holding his arm looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

"Moran... is she someone you know...?"

"This..."

Moran didn't know how to explain to Waver.