Your Foundation Is Too Poor

Kishua looked at Li Mo, and Li Mo looked at Kishua. Neither of them spoke, as if they were playing a game of who would blink first and lose.

But if they were silent, who else on the scene dared to speak? Kiritsugu Emiya?

Kiritsugu Emiya didn't dare either... Although he had killed many Magus before, it was only because he used unscrupulous modern firearms, catching them off guard.

The two people on the scene, one a Magus, and the other someone who held the Sun ready to destroy them, did he have the right to speak?

Others might not know, but Kiritsugu Emiya was cursing Li Mo in his heart. This person, despite looking young, had directly projected a Sun. What was he trying to do?

This was not like a Magus at all!

If you had this kind of power, you should have shown it earlier. Who the hell would dare to shoot at you then!

Thus, the situation became what it was now. The people from the Einzbern family stood still, not daring to move or speak, all staring at each other in silence.

Oh, perhaps Sakuragi, hidden in his coat, should be added to the count.

Li Mo was waiting for Kishua to speak, but Kishua had a playful smile on his face and simply refused to talk, acting as if he didn't care what Li Mo did, he just wouldn't be the first to speak.

But Kishua wasn't in a hurry, Li Mo was! There was a cute little one next to him, staring at him with wide eyes.

Turning to Ahad, the current head of the Einzbern's homunculi, Li Mo said, "Your people attacked first, and shot me. That's right, isn't it?"

Ahad, with a pale face, perfectly played the role of a tool, and stiffly nodded.

You are all big shots, say whatever you want. I just need to nod!

"Being shot by you, I suffered immense emotional damage. It's not unreasonable to ask for some compensation, is it?"

The tool nodded, indicating that Li Mo was right.

"I don't want to take too much from you. I'll just take this Sword Sheath. What do you think?"

The tool nodded again. Did I dare to say no? Would saying no make any difference?

Were the items more important, or was his life more important? He, Ahad, knew very well.

After all, even as a homunculus, one would fear death after living for a long time!

Li Mo chuckled and turned to Kishua, putting on an act as if they had agreed willingly, rather than him snatching it. He said, "Lord Kishua, then what do you think, now?"

The matter was over... probably.

He took a shot, albeit with a bulletproof vest, and in return, got an invincible Noble Phantasm. This was a good deal!

He, Li Mo, had been educated with the good morals of the new century. How could he truly destroy a family just because he wanted to?

As for Avalon, which he still held in his hand?

Li Mo stated that it was compensation. Compensation, understand? It was what he deserved!

Kishua still had that playful smile on his face. This smile always made Li Mo feel a little uneasy. You're so old, why are you still smiling like this? It's a bit inappropriate, isn't it?

No wonder some people in the Mage Association called you an old pervert!

"You are very special." Kishua narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Mo, saying each word slowly.

"As the adopted son of a Monarch of the Clock Tower, you should know the effects of the Second Magic. But I have never seen you in any Parallel Worlds."

Li Mo was startled. The thing he feared most had finally come.

Although he had considered the possibility of his secret being discovered before deciding to become a disciple of this Grand Marshal, he hadn't expected it to be brought up so suddenly!

After all, no matter how well he hid it, it was useless in front of a Magus who could walk through Parallel Worlds.

You don't exist in the Parallel Worlds!

But was this the right place to discuss this? Li Mo hurriedly looked around at the people present.

"Don't worry about them overhearing. Before I brought this up, I had already sealed off the surrounding space. No one can hear our conversation." Kishua lay back on the chair with a playful smile on his face.

His playfulness made Li Mo want to punch him in the face.

But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't beat him, and he still needed to learn magic from him.

So, Li Mo decided to confess and surrender. He spread his hands and put on a resigned, lazy look, "I don't know!"

Confess and be lenient, and you'll spend your life in prison. Resist, and you'll go home for the New Year. Li Mo had long understood this principle. What can you do if I just don't say anything!

What's going on? I don't know either? So what should I do?

Anyway, I just slept. Ask the world about the rest. It's definitely its fault!

Kishua was speechless. Looking at Li Mo, who was rolling his eyes and acting like he knew nothing, he suddenly felt a headache. He was certain that Li Mo had a problem, but if Li Mo didn't say anything, what else could he do?

He was the Second Magus, it was true, but Magus were still human. There were some customary rules that needed to be followed, otherwise, wouldn't the world fall into chaos?

He had originally planned to use his prestige as a Magus to trick Li Mo, but this kid in front of him was as cunning as a ghost, putting on an innocent, pure little white lotus act. What else could he do?

Besides, this kid wasn't without backing. That old guy from the Clock Tower was always there. Acting rashly would be bad for everyone.

Just like a newborn calf that fears no tiger, Kishua felt the same. Although the title of Second Magus sounded impressive, the nature of humans was mostly the same: the more they knew, the more they felt their own insignificance.

Putting away his smile, Kishua waved his hand and produced two books from who knows where. He said, "Although Avalon ultimately fell into your hands, it can be considered that my request has been completed. I accept you as my disciple."

"I know your goal, you want the Second Magic, right? I'll give it to you."

"But whether you can truly learn it is up to you. I've had many disciples, but none of them have ever been able to learn it. I hope you can truly master it."

"As my disciple, I usually assign each of you a topic to be responsible for. This serves both as teaching and as a test. Although I'm giving you the Second Magic directly, you still need to take on a topic."

Casually tossing a book to Li Mo, Kishua produced another item, resembling a globe but not spherical. "What the world doesn't know is that my magic wasn't self-created; I comprehended it from this relic of the Divine Era."

"Decipher it. That's the topic I'm assigning you!"

Taking the book, Li Mo stared blankly at Kishua, utterly astonished. The Second Magic was comprehended from an object!

If the Mage Association found out about this, they'd explode. Why was he telling me?

Kishua ignored the bewildered Li Mo, placing the globe-like item on the tea table next to the chair. His body slowly dissipated like a phantom, leaving only his magnetic voice to enter Li Mo's ears.

"Among the books I've left you, one is 'A Brief History of Time,' a book circulating in human society. The other is the Second Magic. Study them thoroughly. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"Also, your foundation is too weak. The library within the Clock Tower is excellent. Go study there more. Come find me again in a year."

"I'll be waiting for you in Japan."

Li Mo's face darkened. What did he mean, his foundation was too weak!

Why was it again his foundation was too weak!!!

See that Sun above my head? Does that still count as a weak foundation?

But, it seemed he really should leave. After all, there was still a bunch of Einzbern family homunculi standing there, too afraid to move...

Li Mo ended his Projection, shook his head, and gestured to Sakuragi, who had been standing there like a decorative piece.

Time to bail!

Wait, no. Li Mo turned back abruptly, looking at the still-silent Einzbern group.

He forgot about the adorable Illya!