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

Watching the Volumen Hydrargyrum dissolve in front of him.

Moran then released the nail he was pressing on his index finger.

If Kayneth hadn't taken action just now, he would have probably thrown out his blood and performed a demon beast summoning on the spot.

If that were the case, the scene would have been even more exciting.

This was also the reason why Moran was fearless.

He was, in a way, a walking demon beast manufacturing factory, capable of creating even the fantasies of the Age of Gods.

A mere small fireball was nothing to be afraid of.

Amleth sat on the ground, his face ashen.

He had been sentenced by Kayneth.

Obviously, this competition had been decided.

"Then… does that mean we won?"

Waver scratched his cheek rather awkwardly with his index finger.

He just found it so unbelievable.

The battle that he thought they would definitely lose from the very beginning was actually won in such an absurd way.

"Whether we win or not, it's up to Professor Kayneth to say, right? What do you say, Professor Kayneth?"

Moran said in a cheerful tone.

He also deliberately raised his voice to say it to the people around him.

As if he was afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

Many people subconsciously glanced away, but couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see Kayneth's reaction.

Kayneth, who had never been defeated until now.

Now, he had been defeated.

No one knew what kind of storm it would bring to the Clock Tower if it spread, and no one knew what attitude this genius would have.

"This academic competition is a victory for Waver and Moran.

Moran, regarding your proof that innate factors do not determine everything, I have seen it here."

"Professor Kayneth, besides announcing my victory, there's more than just that you need to announce, right? Like a defeat or something!"

"Ugh, you bastard…"

Kayneth couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Looking at Moran's almost overflowing joyful smile.

A feeling of unease, as if he had fallen into a trap, grew in his heart, but he couldn't violate his previous promise.

His conceit and pride wouldn't allow it.

As a noble, he had to be responsible for his words and actions.

Just as Kayneth was thinking this.

Moran's next actions only made him feel a darkness before his eyes.

"Come on, everyone has a first time, and I definitely can't miss this honor of having Professor Kayneth, who has never failed, personally admit defeat! Hey! Does anyone have anything to record with?"

Moran raised his hand and greeted the people around him.

Waver felt a little uneasy.

Although Kayneth was defeated for the first time, he was still the famous Lord El-Melloi.

Was it a bit too much to declare it so loudly…?

Waver was too embarrassed to play along like Moran, but he was on the same boat and had no choice.

"Moran… I have a camera… it should be able to record…"

"Oh oh! This will do too! Thanks!"

Moran borrowed the high-tech camera from Camus.

Camus, who had spoken to Moran, was blushing, completely unaware that she was helping a villain.

Girls in love don't realize these things.

"Moran, is it necessary to do this? I am your teacher after all… It is necessary to respect your teacher, right?"

Kayneth tried to calm his inner emotions.

This guy was too cocky.

Having experienced defeat for the first time in my life, I never imagined it would be at the hands of my own student.

"That's not right! Even relatives have to settle accounts clearly. Since I made a bet with Professor Kayneth, I must fulfill my responsibility! Not being serious would be an insult to you!"

"Sigh… I wish you wouldn't be so serious!"

"Impossible! Wouldn't that be disrespectful to my teacher?

I must record this moment, copy it millions of times, and let all the magicians admire it!"

Moran's face was full of excitement and seriousness.

On the other side, Kayneth's fists were clenched tightly.

He hadn't paid attention before, but now that he was in contact, he realized how annoying his student was.

He shouldn't have agreed to this bet.

"Moran, there's no need for this, right? Professor Kayneth just protected us… Besides, we'll be taking classes together in the future."

Waver tried to smooth things over.

Kayneth appreciated this behavior.

For a moment, Kayneth thought he had been too strict in the past and should revise his teaching policy soon.

However, would Moran easily back down?

Of course not.

"It's precisely because we'll be taking classes seriously in the future that we must not leave any regrets in the past! Professor Kayneth, my camera is ready, just waiting for your command to start filming!"

Moran had already aimed the camera at Kayneth, waiting for him to utter the humiliating declaration of defeat.

This operation made everyone's scalp tingle.

The surrounding students felt that Moran was not only skilled in combat but also first-rate at poking people's sore spots.

This guy should never be provoked in the future.

"Enough, put down the camera, and we can talk.

The reputation of my El-Melloi family cannot be ruined. Tell me, what will it take for you to let this go?"

Kayneth sighed and said.

These words were basically a surrender.

With his pride as a Lord, he couldn't deal with Moran.

Faced with Moran's rogue behavior, he could only admit defeat.

"Hehe, it's nothing much. If you could lend me the complete Three Foundation Magic Furnace to study, then perhaps I would be too happy and accidentally lose those recordings."

Moran pondered the most valuable thing in the El-Melloi family.

The magic furnace was the first thing that came to mind.

He remembered that it was made from the remains of an Albion dragon, an endless magic furnace built with the most ancient dragon as its material.

Although it was useless to Moran now, it didn't stop him from taking it to play with.

If Kayneth knew that Moran just wanted to play with it, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Others treat this kind of mystery as a treasure.

And you just want to play with it?

"Fine, I exercise my authority as the head of the family and grant Moran Edelfelt special permission to access the treasures of our El-Melloi family in the name of academic research. Is that satisfactory?"

"Okay, then let's film the video first."

"Huh? Didn't I already agree?"

"What if you go back on your word?"

"I am the Lord of El-Melloi, a gentleman's word is his bond, how could I possibly go back on my word!?"

"No, there's no guarantee, I'm worried!"

"You, you unfilial student…!"

Moran's combo left Kayneth with a face full of black lines.

Finally, the two parties reached an agreement.

Kayneth agreed to film a video of himself admitting defeat in front of the camera, and Moran agreed to delete the video once he got the magic furnace.

This process made the magicians around them sweat.

The high and mighty Lord was haggling with a student like he was buying vegetables on the street.

And this was just one of Moran's interesting anecdotes in the future.

There would be more spreading in the Clock Tower.