Lord Britisang

Li Mo had a very long dream.

In the dream, after graduating from university, he founded his own company, crushed Alibaba with one fist and Tencent with one kick, and steadily climbed to the pinnacle of life.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to marry Buffett's only daughter and they were exchanging rings, he suddenly woke up.

"Ah! At least let me see what the bride looked like!"

Did Buffett even have an only daughter? Li Mo had no idea. It was a dream anyway, so who cared?

A dream?

Li Mo suddenly tried to move, wanting to climb out of bed, only to find that he could not move at all.

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was a small, cluttered yet clean room filled with books, along with a human-shaped object wrapped head to toe in plaster reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall.

So I really did jump from the third floor...

Then someone had saved him? Though he did not know why he was not in a hospital, when they sent him back, he could probably count as someone who had "returned from overseas," right?

Li Mo was about to yell for someone when he suddenly felt someone watching him. With difficulty, he turned his head toward the door and discovered that, at some point, a blond young man had appeared there.

The blond young man wore a black-and-white robe and held a large book in his hands. His skin had the characteristic pallor of a Westerner, and he radiated the air of a scholar as he smiled at Li Mo on the bed.

Sunlight spilled across the young man's golden hair, and for some reason, Li Mo found him almost holy.

"You're awake?"

"Yeah, hollow...???"

Wasn't that English?

Li Mo was suddenly startled. The sharp pain caused by his trembling body gradually twisted his expression.

"You speak Chinese?"

The smile on the blond young man's face slowly took on a teasing edge as he walked toward the bed. "No, I was speaking English."

"Uh..." Li Mo began to question his life, but the pain constantly radiating through his body made him give up on figuring it out for now.

"My name is Li Mo. Li as in Li, Mo as in silent."

"Thanks for saving my life, boss!"

"...It was what I should have done." The young man stared blankly at Li Mo's smile for a moment.

This was pretty awkward. He had fallen from the building because of our collateral damage, yet he could still smile at me so happily. And who knew how, when the repulsion barrier had clearly been activated, this guy had somehow run right in.

After collecting his thoughts, the blond young man looked at the bed again. "My name is Brishisan. You're Chinese?"

"Mm-hm." Li Mo wanted to nod, but his head was trapped in plaster and would not move at all.

"Is this Libya? When can you send me back?"

You?

Brishisan's expression changed as he stared at Li Mo with a complicated look. "You know who I am?"

"Of course!" Li Mo's voice was full of flattery. "I admire people like you the most. I don't know whether you're with the revolutionary army or the government forces, but I think you're both doing it for this country."

WTF?

Brishisan was speechless, staring helplessly at the flushed Li Mo as he spoke with such enthusiasm.

What the hell are you talking about?

Are we even on the same wavelength?

And what kind of place was Libya?

The atmosphere gradually became strange.

"Um, this isn't Libya?" Seeing the young man fall silent in thought, Li Mo's expression changed. Feeling that he had flattered the wrong horse, he hurriedly probed.

"This is Paris, France." Li Mo stiffened at the casual words, but Brishisan did not look at him as he continued, "And I am a Magus."

A Magus?

Li Mo froze. Making pigeons disappear? Elephants? Airplanes?

"Not that kind. I am Brishisan, Lord of the Department of Lore, one of the Twelve Departments of the Clock Tower under the Mage Association. You must have accidentally passed through my barrier and gotten caught up in a battle between Magi," Brishisan explained directly, seemingly seeing what Li Mo was thinking.

The Clock Tower? A Lord?

Li Mo felt as if he had seen something related to that before, but before he could think carefully, Brishisan spoke again.

"Your involvement this time was merely an accident. Once your injuries have healed, I will erase your memories and have someone send you back to where you came from."

Huh? Erase my memories?

Li Mo finally realized what Brishisan meant by the Clock Tower!

Wasn't this an organization from the Type-Moon World written by Mushroom?

Silence. Li Mo felt that he ought to explode a little.

"What time is it now?" Li Mo asked. Hah, erase my memories and send me back where I came from?

If this really is Type-Moon, I don't even know whether there's a me in it!

"1987?" Brishisan was somewhat taken aback. Had something gone wrong with this guy's head?

1987... That meant he still had twenty-seven years left to live?

Li Mo was a little stunned. After all, he had read pretty much all of Mushroom's works, so he knew that this world might be destroyed by the Incineration of Humanity in 2014!

"I need to go back. No... it seems I can't go back," Li Mo muttered to himself for a while before suddenly looking at Brishisan.

"You can't erase my memories. I want to go to the Clock Tower!"

"Huh?" Brishisan was surprised. From the kid's tone, did he already know about the Clock Tower?

And since he knew about the Clock Tower and Magi, why wasn't this kid afraid of him?

"That won't do, Mo-jun. Our Clock Tower doesn't accept ordinary people."

"But I seem to have amnesia now... Of course, it would be best if Your Lordship could help me find my way home!"

"But if you can't find it... surely you wouldn't just casually abandon an ordinary person like me, would you?!"

Amnesia?

What an old excuse!

Naturally, Brishisan did not believe Li Mo's words. Smirking inwardly, he cast a presence-detection spell, then... froze beside the bed.

How could this be? He truly could not detect Li Mo's presence anywhere else in Paris?

"Hehe." Seeing Brishisan fall silent, Li Mo grimaced and said, "You didn't find anything, did you? So if you won't take me in, I won't have anywhere else to go!"

Dead Apostles, True Ancestors, and this world on the verge of destruction—these were all reasons for Li Mo to shamelessly latch onto Brishisan!

Even if this Lord before him might take him back as material, even if Li Mo knew that most Magi in the Type-Moon world were hardly good people—he wanted to go home! He didn't want to stay in this world!

The only things capable of accomplishing that were the various mysteries that still remained in this world, and the Clock Tower's magecraft was the only path he could think of right now!

And what better way was there than clinging to Brishisan, one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower?

If a man died, birds would fly skyward; if he did not die, he would live ten thousand years!

"Fine. I'll take you back to the Clock Tower first." Brishisan's expression shifted uncertainly, and after a long while, he finally sighed and said so.

He was actually quite curious as to why Li Mo's presence could not be found anywhere in all of Paris. And an ordinary person could not possibly have simply appeared out of thin air, could he?

Still... it was no big deal. When he had time to visit the Atlas Institute later, he could use Hermes Trismegistus to investigate once more. Then he would know everything.

Li Mo blanked for a moment. He had merely been doing his utmost, since Magi were mostly not easy people to deal with. Yet Brishisan had actually agreed?

"But before that, I need to measure your attributes."

Attributes?

Li Mo grew curious as well. As someone who had transmigrated from another world, did he even possess attributes in this world?

But Brishisan had already walked over to the table by the window and picked up something that looked very much like a piece of chemical glassware, beginning to busy himself with it.

Fine. Li Mo closed his eyes and began considering what path he should take from here on.

After all, Type-Moon had multiple timelines, and he was not sure which one he was in.

And if he wanted to become a Magus, besides talent, inherited Magic Circuits were the most important thing. Where was a transmigrator supposed to get Magic Circuits?

Sigh... He would see. At least he had successfully taken the first step.