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

Amures roared as he mobilized his Mana.

The Magic Crests etched onto his body flickered with light.

The aura of his activated spell spread out.

"Amures! You intend to attack here?! You're retaliating against Moran like this! Do you think Professor Kayneth will just stand by?!"

"I've already been expelled from the Clock Tower! My future has already been ruined by you lot! You damn wench, you want me to consider the consequences?! And you're still protecting Moran like this! Camus! Do you like him that much?!"

Confronting others was never Camus's strong suit.

She was naturally reclusive and introverted.

Her heart's truth stirred by Amures's angry words, she became flustered and unsure how to handle the situation.

Her innocent shyness showed.

This only fueled Amures's rage.

"Guh, just as I thought, a pair of lovers! I don't care about the Clock Tower or Kayneth anymore! At the very least, I'll make you pay for ruining my future!"

Amures glared intently at the two before him.

However, Moran calmly took a step forward.

He stood in front of Camus like a shield.

"So, is your clown act over? Is this all you wanted to say to me? Amures, you said you wanted me to pay the price, right? Does that mean you intend to kill me?"

Moran questioned him like a judge.

His indifferent and calm gaze was deeply unsettling.

But Amures paid no mind to this strangeness, his heart consumed by burning, raging anger.

"Yes! Thanks to you!

You're the person I want to kill and torment the most right now! It's you, Moran Edelfelt!"

"Heh, I thought you were just shallow, but I didn't expect you to be a fool in the end. Based on my personal principles, I'll give you one last chance—run. Maybe you'll survive that way."

Moran tilted his head up slightly and grinned.

In the past, he had been renowned throughout Greece as a hero.

However, this didn't mean Moran was a pushover.

This was the mercy of a hero.

He would give a warning and offer the ignorant a chance to live.

Although, most of them didn't heed it.

He figured the outcome would be the same this time.

Moran, as a hero, wouldn't kill the innocent.

But, he would never tolerate someone pointing a blade at him.

"Run? Right now? Are you kidding me?

You, with your low bloodline who can't even fully chant a spell, you're a failure, and I, Amures, need to run from you?!"

Amures responded with mockery.

His attitude was quite clear.

"In that case, you and I are no longer classmates in El-Melloi's class, but enemies facing each other in close combat."

Moran was completely unfazed by the taunt.

Because, to him.

The person before him was no different from the dead.

"Moran! Amures's magical proficiency is top-tier in class! We should go find Professor Kayneth..."

"Camus, do you trust me?"

Moran stood there like a city wall.

It was as if no storm or disaster could break him, giving people a strange sense of security.

He had performed a miracle in self-defense class.

He had reversed the outcome everyone had predicted.

"I trust you!"

Camus nodded, her palms clenched.

No further words were needed.

A single sentence conveyed the depth of her feelings, an absolute trust that allowed her to entrust her life to the man before her.

"Heh, then watch. From this moment on, I will recreate the power of legend for the first time in this era!"

Moran grinned, satisfied with her answer.

Meanwhile, Amures thought Moran was simply asking for death.

He remembered Moran's performance in class.

After all, Moran hadn't even met the standard for incantation back then, while he had already mastered two incantations.

"Die!"

Amures hurled a scorching fireball.

It was the same one he had used in the training grounds before.

He believed his previous failure was due to Kayneth's presence, and Moran absolutely wouldn't be able to block it this time.

The crimson fireball rapidly approached.

A normal person struck by it would be utterly annihilated.

Camus clenched her fists and stood behind Moran, having placed all her trust in the man before her.

No matter how dire the situation.

She would never leave.

"Heh..."

Moran's handsome face was licked by the flames.

He had no intention of dodging such a threat.

He only made one movement.

As if to extinguish a flame, he swung his right arm, and crystal-clear crimson blood scattered like jewels.

Sizzle—sizzle—!!

The immense Mana contained within the blood formed currents.

They connected and conducted, forming a grid.

The moment the fireball came into contact with the blood, it became stagnant, as if an invisible wall had blocked it.

Pat, pat...

A strange sound of blood and flesh being churned and mixed.

It came like waves.

The blood writhed and expanded as if it had consciousness, pulsing with powerful vitality like breathing.

It was eerily suffocating.

"What is that..."

Camus said, trembling.

She widened her eyes in disbelief.

A sight she had never witnessed before, only glimpsed in books, an unbelievable spectacle—

Enormous, ferocious scarlet beast eyes, as large as headlights.

Three connected heads were spewing hot white smoke.

Flames clung to the beast's body like an outer garment.

In an instant, it had expanded from a thumb-sized drop of blood into a hellish demonic beast the size of a bus.

"N-No way! Impossible! Why, why! There was no incantation! No casting traces! And this is a public place, there wasn't time to prepare in advance! N-No... this isn't a monster a Magus could summon—!"

Large sweat beads dripped from Amures's forehead.

His expression was as ferocious as before.

But his emotions had long been replaced by panic and fear, every cell in his body screaming for help.

Even his perception was shouting.

That was absolutely not a creature that should appear here.

"H-Hell... Cerberus!"

Camus was completely stunned.

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

The savage divine beast she had only heard of in myths from textbooks had actually appeared in reality.

Any Magus would be terrified into paralysis.

"It should only be... found thirty floors below the Albion Spirit Tomb, beneath the Clock Tower! Why! Moran-kun!?"

"Oh, it's quite well-behaved."

Camus couldn't dismiss this conjecture.

Recalling it, she remembered the blood Moran had thrown.

Cerberus had emerged from it.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

Cerberus directed its hostility towards Amures.

The flames clinging to its body caused the street temperature to surge, its displayed might as overwhelming as a tsunami.

In an instant, a crushing pressure comparable to collapsing mountains descended.

Chapter 34: So-called, Filthy Ending [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

"Impossible! Impossible! How could the hellhound Cerberus appear in modern times! This is a divine beast that vanished for thousands of years after the Age of Gods faded—!!"

Amures collapsed onto the ground.

The terrifying pressure made him forget to breathe for a moment.

It was a creature beyond human comprehension.

Those storm-like, chaotic eyes.

Those mountain-like sharp teeth.

Everything about it spoke of ill omen.

It was the gatekeeper of the underworld, a harbinger of death.

"Heh, there's nothing that can't be understood. If there is, it's just that your understanding hasn't reached that level."

Moran walked up to Cerberus.

He reached out as if to pet his own pet, so naturally it was terrifying.

The problem was, Cerberus didn't resist.

It even lowered itself.

"N-no—this isn't real! This isn't real! This is an illusion! It's fake! You're bluffing me!"