In the Nasuverse (TYPE-MOON), I Created a Magical Family Lineage

As one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower and the head of an ancient magus lineage, the El-Melloi residence was not particularly grand or luxurious. Yet the moment Lucan was led inside by a young maid, he could feel the dense, ancient aura permeating the place.

Every brick and tile was an antique steeped in history. Outside, such objects would be fought over by collectors. But here, the master of the mansion had intricately woven their historical gravitas into a complex magical formula...

A multi-layered bounded field.

A workshop nested within a workshop, layering mysteries atop one another.

To the untrained eye, Lucan was merely crossing the courtyard, stepping through the entryway, and walking down a corridor—but in the eyes of a magus, he had already traversed several partitioned "zones," each holding dormant mysteries, ready to be activated.

He even spotted the spirit of a hellhound napping amidst the shrubbery.

As expected of Lord El-Melloi...

Truly, the ultimate dog-lover.

Lucan smirked internally.

At the corridor's end, he finally came face to face with the man himself—Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.

As Kenneth stood to greet him, the once-dim hall flared with light!

The bluish flame in the corner, clearly meant to calm the heart and sharpen the senses, extinguished. Wisps of black smoke spiraled toward the crystal chandelier above. Light burst forth like a full moon rising, and the Director of the Mineralogy Department and top-tier lecturer of the Spirit Evocation Faculty finally spoke.

"I had a lingering doubt, you know—why your name sounded so similar to that Luvist."

"That's why I kept an eye on you."

"You—who dozes off in my lectures, Mr. Luvist."

"Sit."

Kenneth gestured toward the seat across from him. The hall, now bathed in warm light, had crimson carpeting underfoot and sheer drapes enclosing the space in a tranquil ambiance. Sofas and tables were arranged precisely.

Lucan sat as directed, eyeing the poised, elegant young noble sipping coffee brought in by a maid. He thought to himself, There's no way he noticed me because of a name. I didn't exist as 'Lucan Luvist' until yesterday.

He also imagined how Weber would react upon learning he came running to the very lemon-headed lecturer Weber despised... That androgynous boy would be furious.

As the coffee's fragrance slowly filled the room, Lucan finally spoke.

"To be honest, I'm just as surprised, Professor El-Melloi."

"Oh?"

Kenneth raised an eyebrow, sipping calmly, though his keen eyes couldn't hide their curiosity.

Lucan didn't hold back. "Until yesterday, I wasn't the inheritor of anything related to Luvist."

"I had what you might call... a second awakening."

"Second awakening?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Kenneth's face. He, of course, knew of such a phenomenon—even Weber could explain it fluently. Yet in hindsight, it made sense. Lucan had previously seemed like a moderately talented second- or third-generation magus with no trace of Luvist heritage. If he had shown any such signs, Kenneth would've spotted them immediately.

Kenneth placed his porcelain cup down.

"I can't decide if you're lucky or cursed, Mr. Lucan."

"A second awakening is one-in-a-million. But for you, it might be more curse than blessing—'Luvist' is no name to bear lightly."

"He had countless enemies. And many of them still draw breath."

"I know," Lucan replied sincerely. "That's why I came to you."

Kenneth's eye twitched.

He had, in fact, been subtly baiting for compensation—his words about 'risks' and 'burdens' weren't entirely altruistic.

He didn't dislike the boy. Quite the opposite, he was impressed. But Kenneth was a proper magus—never moved without benefit.

Sadly, this boy didn't seem to understand that...

"With my abilities, I can protect you—but do you truly believe the El-Melloi family shelters people for free?"

Lucan blinked. "Don't you?"

"According to the knowledge encoded in my magical crest, El-Melloi must offer me some level of protection!" He spread his hands innocently.

Kenneth nearly choked.

This little brat really came to sponge off him!

And the worst part? That damn contract left him little room to refuse. His aristocratic upbringing wouldn't allow him to kick a child out on the street.

Especially not after the next line—

"Are you refusing me, Professor El-Melloi? Refusing your ancestor's vow? Or..." Lucan narrowed his eyes, smiling slyly, "Are you unsure whether you can protect me from external threats?"

Kenneth smiled.

A slow, sharp grin.

"Reverse psychology? How childish."

And yet... it worked.

"Fine. Since you at least show some potential, I'll offer a sliver of support."

Call it an investment.

Partly because of pride, partly because of the old diary he'd inherited—his grandfather's notes had praised mental magecraft in high terms.

Investing a little in its successor wasn't the worst idea.

Just as planned.

Perfectly executed.

Lucan smiled confidently.

Kenneth grumbled, preparing to speak—likely about how the protection would work, or perhaps some restrictions—

But he was interrupted.

A sharp digital chirp came from Lucan's coat.

He fished out a blocky 1990s mobile phone and checked the screen.

Weber.

He answered.

Weber's panicked voice shouted through the receiver:

"Lucan, where are you!? I'm at your dorm—don't come back! Those guys... those freaks from the Political Affairs Department found out about your second awakening!!"

"Don't stay in one place! Run—just run!"

Lucan blinked.

He suddenly pictured a panicked Akita dog barking at him.

Meanwhile, Kenneth's face darkened.

The Political Affairs Department...

Barthomelloi?

That family—the one with a deep, bloody grudge against Luvist?

Just then—

BOOM!

The mansion shuddered.

The tranquil courtyard turned chaotic.

The defensive bounded fields activated—

An intruder!

Kenneth shot to his feet.

They came faster than expected...

Lucan, now fully alert, couldn't help but feel a strange thrill.

A nostalgic rush.

Bring it on.