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

"Without Professor Kayneth protecting you! Just magic, how could you, a guy with inferior blood, be my opponent!"

Amleth roared, channeling his magical energy.

The magic crests engraved on his body surface shimmered.

The aura of the activated spell emanated.

"Amleth! You want to attack here?! Do you think Professor Kayneth will stand idly by while you retaliate against Moran?!"

"I've already been expelled from the Clock Tower! My future has been ruined by you! You want me to consider the consequences?! And you're protecting Moran like that! Camus! Do you like him that much?!"

Confronting others has never been Camus's forte.

She has an introverted and withdrawn personality.

Touched by Amleth's angry words and the truth within, she became unsure of how to handle the situation, feeling flustered.

Her innocent and shy reaction was revealed.

This immediately made Amleth even angrier.

"Damn it, so you are a couple! I don't care about the Clock Tower or Kayneth! At least I'll make you pay the price for ruining my future!"

Amleth glared at the two in front of him.

However, Moran calmly took a step forward.

He stood in front of Camus like a shield.

"So, your clown show is over? Is that all you wanted to say to me? Amleth, you said you wanted me to pay the price, right? So that means you want to kill me?"

Moran questioned him like a punisher.

His indifferent and calm gaze was particularly unsettling.

But Amleth didn't care about this abnormality at all, his heart was filled with burning anger.

"Ah! That's right! Thanks to you!

The person I want to kill and torture the most right now is you! It's you, Moran Edelfelt!"

"Heh, I thought you were just short-sighted, but in the end, you're just a fool. Based on my personal principles, I'll give you one last chance—run away, that way you might still live."

Moran slightly raised his head and grinned.

In the past, he was famous throughout Greece as a hero.

But that doesn't mean Moran is a pushover.

This is a hero's mercy.

He will announce it in advance and give the ignorant a chance to survive.

Although most of them didn't listen.

It's estimated that the result will be the same this time.

Moran, as a hero, will not indiscriminately kill innocent people,

But he will not tolerate anyone pointing a blade at him.

"Run? At this moment? Are you kidding me?

You, with your inferior bloodline and unable to fully chant spells, you want me, Amleth, to run from you?!"

Amleth responded with mockery.

His attitude was quite clear.

"In that case, you and I are no longer classmates in the El-Melloi classroom, but enemies engaged in close combat."

Moran was completely unmoved by this mockery.

Because, to him,

The person in front of him is no different from a dead man.

"Moran! Amleth's magic level is top-notch in the classroom! Let's go find Professor Kayneth…"

"Camus, do you believe in me?"

Moran's figure stood here like a wall.

It was as if no storm or disaster could destroy it, giving people a sense of security.

He showed a miracle in the self-defense class.

Reversing the results that everyone had predetermined.

"I believe in you!"

Camus nodded, clenching her hands.

No need for too many words.

Just one sentence can express the emotion within, an absolute trust that can entrust one's life to the man in front of her.

"Heh, then watch, since then, I will recreate the power of past legends for the first time in modern times!"

Moran grinned, very satisfied with the answer.

On the other side, Amleth only felt that Moran was courting death.

He remembered Moran's grades in class.

You should know that Moran didn't even meet the standard for spell chanting at the beginning, while he had already learned two-section chanting.

"Die!"

Amleth threw out a blazing fireball.

The same as he used in the training ground before.

He believed that he failed at that time because Kayneth was there, this time Moran would definitely not be able to block it.

The crimson fireball approached rapidly.

If an ordinary person was hit, they would definitely be reduced to ashes.

Camus clenched her hands and stayed behind Moran, she had entrusted everything to the man in front of her.

Even if the current situation is dangerous,

She will never leave.

"Heh…"

Moran's handsome face was licked by the fire.

Faced with this threat, he had no intention of dodging.

He only made one movement.

Waving his right arm as if to extinguish a flame, the crystal-clear vermilion blood scattered like gems.

Tss—Tss—!!

The massive amount of magical energy contained in the blood formed an electric current.

They connected and conducted to form a grid.

The fireball stagnated the moment it came into contact with the blood, as if an invisible wall had blocked it.

Pat, pat…

The strange sound of blood and flesh mixing together

Came like a wave.

Those bloods wriggled and swelled as if they were conscious, containing powerful vitality like breathing.

It was eerie to the point of suffocation.

"What is that…"

Camus said tremblingly.

She widened her eyes in disbelief.

Unseen until now, a glimpse of it could only be seen in books, an unbelievable sight—

Scarlet beast eyes as large and violent as car headlights.

Three connected heads were spewing out scalding white smoke.

Flames clung to the beast's body like an outer garment.

In just an instant, it swelled from a thumb-sized blood droplet into a hellish beast the size of a bus.

"No, impossible! Impossible! Why, why! No spell chanting! No traces of casting! And there's no time to prepare in advance in this public place! No, no… this is not a monster that a magician can summon—!"

Large beads of sweat dripped from Amleth's forehead.

His expression was as ferocious as before.

But his emotions had long been replaced by panic and fear, every cell in his body was sending out cries for help.

Even his cognition was shouting.

That was definitely not a creature that could appear here.

"H, hell… three-headed dog… Cerberus!"

Camus was completely stunned.

Even the sound of her voice was trembling.

The brutal divine beast that she had only heard of in textbook myths had actually appeared in reality.

Any magician would be frightened.

"Clearly… only at the bottom of the Clock Tower… thirty floors down in the Albion Spirit Tomb is there such a divine beast! Why would it be! Moran!"

"Oh, it's very well-behaved."

Camus couldn't avoid this guess.

Thinking back, she could remember the blood that Moran had thrown out.

The three-headed hellhound emerged from it.

"Grumble grumble—"

The three-headed dog vented its hostility towards Amleth.

The flames attached to it caused the street temperature to rise sharply, and the power it exuded was as turbulent as a tsuna

In an instant, a tremendous pressure comparable to a mountain collapsing descended.