I'll Definitely Let You Hold Your Eldest Grandson!

Outside the British Museum in London, United Kingdom.

Brishisan looked at his bright-eyed, charming disciple, and his heart ached. He opened his mouth, yet seemed not to know what to say. In the end, all his emotions became a sigh.

"It's fine if you didn't obtain the Second Magic. As long as you came back.

I have so much accumulated magecraft in the Department of Lore. I'll teach it to you slowly."

His voice was gentle, and Brishisan's gaze was filled with affection. He seemed not to mind Li Mo's return at all.

"Uh... Teacher, I..."

"Don't worry. The great magecraft I have here is only the tiniest bit inferior to Magic."

"No... Teacher, I obtained the Second Magic!" Li Mo stammered before finally managing to say a complete sentence.

Huh? If you obtained the Second Magic, then why did you come back?

Could it be that Mō-san had argued with that Lord to return to the Clock Tower because of me?

Brishisan suddenly imagined Li Mo pleading with Kishua to return to the Clock Tower. For a moment, he was actually moved by his own imagination, and looked at Li Mo with boundless fondness.

What a good child. My efforts as your old father were not in vain!

"Um... Lord Kishua said my foundations were too poor, so he told me to return to the Clock Tower for another year of study..."

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire atmosphere turned cold.

Brishisan stared coldly at Li Mo. Couldn't you just not tell the truth?

Don't you know I'd be hurt?!

But... Lord Kishua was right!

The child had not come of age yet. It was better to keep him nearby and raise him properly.

"Mō-san." Brishisan gently raised his head to look at the sky. His face seemed to be recalling something as he spoke in an airy tone.

"Yes, Teacher Brishisan!" Li Mo straightened up with a jolt, nearly standing at attention.

What the hell? Teacher Brishisan had never spoken with that kind of expression before!

"The end of the year is almost here. If I remember correctly, your eighteenth birthday should be coming up soon, right?" Brishisan sighed into the distance, as though reminiscing and lamenting at once.

Li Mo scratched his head. "Yes, Teacher Brishisan. Is there a problem...?"

What, are you planning to throw me an adulthood banquet...?

Brishisan smiled faintly and said, "Nothing. It just reminded me of when your teacher was that age."

"Time passes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, several decades have gone by. Back then... sigh!"

What happened back then? Just say it already!

Li Mo looked expectant, as if all he lacked was sunflower seeds, a drink, and a little stool.

Yet Brishisan did not continue. Instead, he turned and headed toward the Clock Tower.

"Today is my large lecture. It's almost time, so follow me."

"Tell me, since you're nearly an adult, should I arrange a betrothal for you at the Clock Tower?" Brishisan's voice drifted over, making Li Mo, who had been about to follow him, freeze on the spot.

WTF???

What the hell? Why had he suddenly thought of finding me a wife at the Clock Tower?

Oh no, it was only an engagement. But what the hell was an engagement? I wasn't even eighteen yet!

Free love was what people believed in these days. Li Mo felt that Brishisan had to have lost his mind.

Could it be...

That reminiscing look Teacher Brishisan had worn just now—could it be because he had failed to get engaged back then and had ended up single for all these years?

So he wanted to make up for that regret through me?

"Brishisan, do you still remember Qiao Biluo by Daming Lake that year... pfft, pfft, pfft, I mean Xia Yuhe!"

Teacher Brishisan was a miserable man too. Even though he had become a Lord of the Clock Tower, Magi were still people. Didn't Magi need to eat, sleep, and fall in love?

Didn't that cuckold king Tokiomi have adorable Sakura and Rin?

Though he had been stabbed in the back by his own student, and though his wife was still being eyed by some simp~

Tch, I really can't keep thinking about this. The more I think, the scarier it gets. What a pervert!

Li Mo stopped fantasizing and broke into a jaunty little run toward Brishisan.

"Teacher, I don't think I need to get engaged!"

Ten minutes later.

Inside Brishisan's classroom, Li Mo looked at the figure on the tiered platform and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Touko was there, and Souren Araya was there as well. These two had ultimately still met.

He had thought that because of his arrival, the two of them might never get involved with each other.

But Touko and Souren Araya both majored in the Department of Creation, so perhaps it was not strange for them to know each other well?

"Ah, Mō-san, you're back!?"

Touko, who had been chatting and laughing with others, suddenly spotted Li Mo. After her initial surprise, a delighted smile spread across her face, and she jogged over to him.

"Mm, things changed, so I came back." Li Mo smiled, merely reaching out to pat Touko's head. He then turned and gestured toward Brishisan, who was already standing on the platform, before the two of them headed for empty seats at the back of the classroom.

A person was fortunate to encounter love but once in three lifetimes; if your heart was moved, why restrain yourself?

That was true, but Li Mo felt that... he ultimately had not prepared himself for that sort of thing.

For him, if he had not existed in this world, he would have known many things—for instance, the future course of the magecraft world, what major events would occur, and so on. But now that he had transmigrated here, under the butterfly effect, who knew what the future would truly become?

Would he really beat up Gilgamesh, kick Gaeia, and save the world, or would he find a way home and simply slip away?

Who knew whether he would be able to bring anyone with him then?

He was still too young. Promises were too heavy; it was better not to make them lightly.

What young person had not imagined meeting someone and spending a lifetime with them? Li Mo wanted that too. But if there really came a day when he found a way back to his original world, yet could only return alone, then what about the people beside him?

He had never worried about Brishisan. As a Clock Tower Lord whose lineage had endured for a thousand years, under Mushroom's pen, nothing ever seemed to happen to the Clock Tower all the way to the end. But the others...

That was hard to say.

Not to mention that Touko would become a Grand Puppeteer in the future—the title of "Grand" was still awarded by the Mage Association, wasn't it?

Though if he did not make some kind of move soon, he had no idea whether Brishisan would really introduce him to some girl and arrange an engagement with a magecraft family from the Clock Tower...

But who was he, Li Mo? Wasn't Brishisan easy to deal with? When the time came, a few hums and haws would smooth it over. It was not as though Brishisan could truly make things difficult for him!

I, Li Mo, will definitely let you hold your eldest grandson, Teacher!

I absolutely won't be single at fifty like you!

Of course, he definitely could not say that aloud. Li Mo felt that if he dared to say it, Brishisan would dare to beat him until he could not even recognize himself.

And he could only passively take the beating. If he so much as moved, that would be defying his teacher's orders!

That really stabbed me in the heart, bro...

Li Mo led Touko to sit down quietly, completely ignoring the look Souren Araya cast their way.

You dead pervert, stop looking at me!