Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

Rumble—!!

Smoke slowly rose and spread outward.

The floor was blasted with a shallow groove by the brute force of the impact, the conflict between power and beauty perfectly embodied in this training ground.

This place is located in the basement of the Clock Tower.

It is a training ground where students can fight and learn to their heart's content.

"Advanced Self-Defense—this is a course where magicians demonstrate the vitality of life through physical abilities. Although the process is quite barbaric, it is a basic course that can well reflect a magician's talent and level,"

Kayneth explained indifferently, with his hands behind his back.

On the field, two students from the El-Melloi classroom were fighting, having just finished a fierce battle.

It is now common sense for modern magicians to learn self-defense.

It is necessary to cope with emergencies.

"Ah… self-defense class… this is my least favorite class…!"

Waver said, holding his head in frustration.

As Kayneth explained at the beginning.

The intensity of self-defense is linked to the magician's talent level.

If they are magicians with excellent talent, they can use magic power to bless their bodies to crush the ground and tear steel with their hands.

As for magicians with Waver's talent.

When he performs blessing, he can only hope that being beaten won't hurt too much.

The performance gap between Waver and excellent magicians is too huge to be compared on the same track.

This performance difference is the so-called reality.

That is, what Kayneth said about bloodline and talent.

"Moran, I said I would give you a chance to prove yourself. I don't think there is anything more suitable than this advanced self-defense class to make you and Waver understand that bloodline and talent are everything. Now, do you still want to prove your point to me?"

Kayneth said slowly and calmly.

Upholding the elegance of being a noble and a lord.

At the same time, he did not lose that arrogance.

In his opinion, even the most foolish students should understand at this point that bloodline and talent are everything.

If they properly admit their mistakes and apologize.

As a teacher, he can still pretend that nothing happened.

After all, people with inferior bloodlines have limited vision.

He can understand the frustration of lower-level magicians with themselves, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with his handling.

As a teacher, as a traditional noble.

Kayneth is doing quite well on both sides.

"Professor Kayneth … I…"

"Of course, I want to prove it! If I prove it successfully, then Professor Kayneth, will you admit that you were wrong?"

Moran didn't give Waver a chance to speak.

He said straightforwardly under the stunned gazes of everyone.

Many people covered their faces in disbelief.

They were surprised that there was someone in the class so foolish that they were unwilling to admit their mistakes at this point.

"Oh? That's quite unexpected…

To still cling to oneself at this point, the affirmation of self-consciousness is commendable. However, this is impossible. In my opinion, you do not have the ability to meet this condition,"

Kayneth said with a mocking smile.

He made a reasonable deduction based on the current situation.

Waver next to him had already short-circuited, he didn't know where Moran was driving this kamikaze truck.

"Professor Kayneth, you wouldn't dare to bet, would you?"

Moran said unhurriedly.

He used the most classic reverse psychology.

"Heh… dare?"

Kayneth's gaze became sharp.

A terrifying aura was released.

Soon, he calmed down again.

His brain did not lose its ability to think because of being provoked.

After thinking for a moment, he speculated that Moran was deliberately provoking him, and the purpose might be to make himself take action personally.

Once he, as a lord, takes action.

Then whether Moran and Waver win or lose, it would be disgraceful to Kayneth himself.

Moran and others have completely zero costs.

If they lose, they can use the excuse that the lord used his strength to suppress others.

Win? Kayneth didn't consider that Moran could win against him.

'Just showing off some amateur skills, do you think I, Kayneth, can't see through such shallow provocations?'

Kayneth did see through it.

But his conceit did not allow him to avoid it.

Moran just grasped this arrogance.

"What wouldn't I dare? From any point of view, how could I, a lord, not dare? Moran Edelfelt, do you know what price you will pay for provoking me like this?"

"Of course, I'm not an idiot either. If I can't prove it to you, then I can declare that I will never use magic in my life. I don't know if the weight of this price is enough?"

Moran also has equal conceit.

His words caused an uproar among everyone present.

This is even worse than giving up a magic career.

Letting a magician give up delving into the mysteries is already taking their life, not allowing them to use magic is like not letting them breathe.

For magicians, there is no more cruel price than this.

Even Kayneth was a little surprised.

"Professor Kayneth, I've bet such a big stake, you can't not offer something."

"Hmph, what do you want?"

"Let me think~"

Moran didn't want anything in the first place.

But seeing that the progress has reached this point, it would be unreasonable not to get some benefits from Kayneth.

"I've thought about it. I want one of the three magic furnaces of endless magic power from Professor Kayneth! I've bet everything as a magician, it's not too much to ask for such a gambling request, right?"

"You guy, you're really asking for a lot! That's the supreme Mystic Code of my El-Melloi family! Do you know what you're talking about?!"

Kayneth was amused by the anger.

How can his family's secret treasure be used for gambling?

However, looking at Moran's confident appearance.

Does he really think he will win?

No matter how Kayneth thinks about it, he doesn't think Moran can win, but he also finds his appearance incredible.

Something incomprehensible happened.

Even he, who is hailed as a genius, has no way to figure it out.

"However, if it's just the right to use it, I can still grant it to you as the head of the El-Melloi family."

"Okay, let's do that."

Moran just wanted to get some benefits to add to the fun.

No matter how precious the magic furnace is, it is probably not as precious as his blood.

He agreed without hesitation.

This made Kayneth even more unable to see through Moran, completely unaware of what he had to bet against himself.

Interesting, he found it very interesting.

Kayneth, who has been a lecturer for many years, encountered this for the first time.

If Moran, this person with inferior bloodline, can win this gamble, that is truly the so-called miracle.

He can't predict what this miracle is.

Even he, who is praised as a genius, has run out of skills.

Unconsciously, he wanted to solve the unknown.

Want to see what miracle Moran has to bet against himself.