The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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It's about the same as asking a newborn baby to participate in a triathlon.

But in reality, Ian's performance was much better than that.

At least he is not as magic-less as he seems.

"Are you saying that the sword that day was projected by you through your memory?"

Ophelia concluded.

"This ability is called projection?" Ian asked.

"That's about right. Maybe there are other names for it, but it's generally correct to call it a projection."

“Is there any way to keep them forever?”

"Of course not possible."

Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her.

"Projection is just a magic that uses magic to make the objects you touch appear in the form of a mirror image."

"When there is not enough magic power, it will naturally disappear."

"And in your case, as you activate it more and more times, the things you project will gradually deviate from your memory, just like your vague memories, and eventually become something that only has the same name."

"So that's it..."

Looking at Ian's thoughtful expression.

Ophelia couldn't help but ask one more question.

"Are you trying to project something weird?"

"Yes, I wanted to project people, but now it seems that it won't work."

"Isn't that a matter of course?!"

Over the next month, Ophelia saw a different side of Ian.

That's the man's indomitable will.

"It's late, do you want to continue watching?"

Ophelia asked as she looked at Ian who was sitting on a chair nearby reading a book.

"Yeah." The man nodded.

"Why don't you go back to your room and watch?"

“I think there’s more atmosphere here.”

"..."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

It's about time.

At most, in half an hour, I will fall asleep lying there.

however--

When Ophelia woke up, she found Ian still reading the obscure book as he did before she fell asleep.

She cried out in surprise:

"Didn't you sleep all night?"

"Oh...it's already morning."

Ian rubbed his eyes.

"I have to go find Mashu today."

This has happened more than once or twice.

For more than a month, Ian did this almost every day.

Finally, at one point, Ophelia couldn't stand it anymore.

One day when he was about to go out, she grabbed him.

"You just sleep here obediently today!"

"I don't want anyone to die in my workshop!"

Ever since.

Ophelia then met Matthew who looked anxious.

"Well, Miss Ophelia."

"Senior didn't reply to my message today, do you know where he went?"

In response, Ophelia could only answer Matthew in front of her with a half-hearted answer.

"Maybe sleep in your room."

"I'll get back to you in a bit, don't worry."

"Is that so? That's really great!"

Once the behavior becomes regular, time will pass quickly in the process.

One month passed quickly.

Ophelia summed up Ian's situation.

He really didn't have any magic circuits that a magus should have.

However, contrary to what he knew, his body was able to generate magic power in an unknown way that was no less than that produced by magic circuits.

This is like an ancient product.

After studying the basic theories, Ian has been able to control them better.

Now when releasing "Memory Projection", he will no longer affect the surrounding environment as before.

And the number of projections has also increased.

To be fair,

If he came from a normal magician family, Ophelia felt that Ian in front of her would definitely deserve the best magic mark.

But unfortunately, he is still the madman who has nothing except the name of Pendragon.

"Does this mean I become a magician?"

Ian asked as he looked at the projected rotating sword of victory (Excalibur Galatine) in his hand.

"..."

Ophelia sighed.

"You are really anxious."

"This is just the beginning. You still have a lot to do to become a real magician."

"but--"

"But what?" Ian asked.

"But if you want to try to summon a 'Servant', I think you can give it a try."

Ophelia's words made Ian suddenly concerned.

"But this isn't the Holy Grail War, is it?"

"Can we summon 'Servants' at this time?"

"Who told you that you can only summon Servants during the Holy Grail War?"

Ophelia looked around the room.

"If I'm not mistaken, the organization Chaldea has already summoned the Heroic Spirit in advance."

"what do you mean……"

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him.

“Can I realize what I had in mind at the beginning?”

"That's unknown."

Ophelia's uncovered blue eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"But aren't you curious about what kind of Servant you would summon in this situation?"

Needless to say.

From the moment a thought is born, it is destined not to be extinguished.

Ophelia knew that if she didn't let Ian try it himself once, he would never give up.

So even though she knew the chance of summoning a "Servant" was very low, she still decided to let him try it himself.

After all, if you can't summon anything, you should know not to have such dreams.

And seeing this guy get humiliated for once seems like a good thing.

According to what she learned in the clock tower, Ophelia began to set up the venue.

This is supposed to be a quick summoning method used under unfavorable conditions, and is inferior to the normal summoning.

It is just right to use it at this time.

There are no holy relics.

So what dripped into the summoning circle was Ian's own blood.

The ethereal spell came out of the man's mouth and echoed throughout the room.

one second;

two seconds;

3 seconds;

A long time passed.

The failure of the summoning seemed inevitable.

But just as Ophelia was about to say some comforting words, a miraculous light flew out from the area where the simulated battle was taking place and fell directly in front of the two of them.

next moment.

The top student magician looked at the figure in front of him.

The whole person froze there.

Isn't this Mordred (Saber) from the previous mock battle? !

Ian summoned her out?

101. Ian: The Servant I summoned is my daughter? (-word chapter)

Out?

Did Ian really summon the "Heroic Spirit"?

And it’s the “heroic spirit” that we just saw in the simulated battle?

Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

I had come here to strike him down, but the result was the exact opposite.

Ian was also a little surprised.