"Utter nonsense. As long as one gained a deeper understanding of magecraft, one could surpass the limitations of one's bloodline and become a more outstanding magus?"
It was now the eve of the Fourth Holy Grail War.
Within the Clock Tower, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, head of the Department of Spiritual Evocation, could not help but sneer as he read the thesis in his hand.
"It even used Adelson Falgao as an example. Mr. Falgao's bloodline was itself sufficiently noble and exceptional, inherited as it was from Lawrence. His descendants also prove this point. Therefore... it is still utter nonsense!"
He tossed aside the thesis written by a student named Waver Velvet, shaking his head with a mixture of irritation and amusement.
Since becoming head of the Department of Spiritual Evocation, this was the most ridiculous thesis he had ever graded.
He had just harshly criticized that student named Waver in the classroom.
A magecraft family with a mere three generations of inheritance, yet he dared to make grand pronouncements about the existing magecraft system, one already sufficiently complete and excellent. It truly was...
The foundation of magecraft lay in the inheritance and transmission of superior bloodlines, thereby achieving continuous optimization. A mere three generations...
However, for the time being, he did not need to concern himself with a thesis as worthless as garbage.
Because—
He removed the glove from his right hand, revealing three crimson Command Spells on the back of it.
"The Holy Relic I obtained from Macedonia should be arriving soon. The Holy Grail War, huh... the finest path to the Root?"
Meanwhile, Waver Velvet, who had just been harshly rebuked by him—
"So the news that Kenneth is going to participate in some magecraft competition in the Far East is true?"
"The Holy Grail War. So this