Having successfully stabilized Marisbilly, Samael decided to paint an alluring picture for all the remaining uncertain factors.
"Iskandar, weren't you planning to conquer the world? Your hypothetical enemy is Clinton, right? Why not let me send you to America to run for president? I'll cover the campaign funds, and I just happen to have some dirt on that guy!"
Run for President of America? A Greek-style democratic election?
He really had never considered that route before, but if he could solve problems with wisdom, that actually sounded pretty good.
At those words, Alexander raised a hand to stroke the thick stubble beneath his chin. His bull-like eyes gleamed, and the genes of conquest within him stirred restlessly.
"Waver, you want to be popular? That's even easier. I have a few connections at the Clock Tower, and that old fellow Zelretch owes me a favor. Is he qualified enough to be your teacher and back you up?"
Have Grand Magus Zelretch be my teacher?!
You call that a few connections?!
Hearing that weighty bargaining chip, Waver stared at the casually pimping slab of cured meat in utter shock, frantically ranting inwardly.
In that very instant, Waver, who had endured coldness and ridicule at the Clock Tower because of his bloodline and aptitude, nearly opened his mouth and agreed at once, packed his bags at lightning speed, fled back to the Clock Tower, and enjoyed one-on-one instruction from a renowned master.
What did Zelretch's identity and status mean in the magecraft world? He was basically the equivalent of the Pope of the Holy Church!
Forget being formally accepted as the Grand Magus's disciple—even receiving a little guidance from him would drive any magus mad.
For a more intuitive example, two hundred years ago, Nagato Tohsaka, an ancestor of the Tohsaka family line,