Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

It's like throwing out a can.

Looking at Amreth who was struggling and wriggling on the ground, and Moran who was unharmed.

Kenneth had made up his mind.

"Teacher Kenneth, I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost! I will never lose to a guy of inferior blood!"

Amleth roared and stood up in pain.

He was beaten into a pig's head by Moran.

His face and nose were so swollen that he could hardly see his eyes, and flames of hatred continued to overflow from his narrowed eyes.

Yes, that must be the case!

As long as I use magic, I won't lose!

The other party is just a legitimate son from the inferior bloodline of the branch family, and cannot be compared with me who has excellent talents!

"If they use magic! A fellow like that! There's no way they can compete with me!"

Amreth was in a frenzy.

The broken palm was rapidly gathering magic power.

Suddenly, a blazing fireball like Yang Yan condensed and materialized, and the high temperature enough to melt steel spread outward.

"Amleth! Are you crazy? Magic is not allowed in this competition!" Weber said in panic.

"What's it to you?! I just need proof! People of inferior blood like you——!"

Amleth ignored Weber's words.

His gaze, twisted by hatred, stared straight at Moran, his mind filled with the thought of tearing that proud face to pieces.

The desire for revenge is like poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

He wanted to use this talent and magic to intimidate Morant and break the confidence and composure he had maintained since just now.

Drag the winner into the mud swamp.

But he couldn't even take revenge.

Moran looked at the blazing fireball condensed by Amleth, his face always maintaining a relaxed attitude.

There wasn't even a hint of nervousness or worry.

You still look down on me even at this point!?

This anger and humiliation was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Asshole! Go to hell!"

Amleth roared and threw a fireball.

This whole process happened too quickly.

As a result, most of the students didn't have time to react and they watched the farce in amazement.

"[Let my blood boil (Fer.mei.sanguis)]"

At the same time as the fireball was thrown.

The whispers were caught by everyone's hearing.

Suddenly, a silvery torrent powerful enough to break through the dam rushed onto the field, blocking Moran and Amreth.

The fireball was tightly wrapped as soon as it came into contact with it.

The scorching heat was swallowed up and buried.

A liquid fluid like water droplets appeared, which successfully prevented the farce from escalating further.

Faced with this situation.

Amleth then fell into confusion.

Until that cold, judgment-like voice sounded, and his anger was completely extinguished like cold water.

"Amleth, are you disregarding the rules I set? This self-defense class based on academic exchange does not allow the use of spells, and you have violated the rules I set."

Kenneth's gaze was extremely cold.

The overflowing silver liquid flowed back to his side and condensed into liquid droplets the size of sheep.

Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid (Volumen Hydrargyrum)

This is one of Kenneth's magic costumes.

Everyone present had heard it.

"I, I....It's not...I...!"

"That's enough. Ultimately, it was my judgment that was wrong. I'm very disappointed. I hate these barbarians who don't even follow the basic etiquette of a magician more than I do these idiot students who talk back at me in class. What future can a magician who doesn't even follow the rules have?!"

Kenneth sighed and then snapped.

He has no mercy on guys who break the rules.

"Teacher Kenneth! Please give me another chance!"

"No, Amleth, it's you who has abandoned your dignity and honor. In return, you must be aware of the consequences. Everything in the world is governed by rules, and without them, there can be no order.

Amleth, I don't need people who don't follow the rules in my El-Melloi classroom. This is what you get for breaking the rules."

Kenneth said indifferently with his hands behind his back.

He had no intention of shielding Amleth.

Amreth wasn't even given a chance to fight for it.

Hearing such a cruel verdict, Amreis felt as if he had been thrown from heaven to hell.

There was no color on his face.

Kenneth detests those who trample upon the etiquette of magicians.

Amreth just stepped into this minefield.

In a way, he deserved the punishment he received, and no one would have sympathy for Amreth.

Moran is challenging common sense.

However, his actions did not violate the rules.

Moran used reasonable means to subvert the common sense that Kenneth had always believed in. Amreth was completely incomparable to him.

The former is a new-age magician who challenges the unknown and breaks away from conservatism.

The latter are nothing but barbarians who violate the law.

Common sense cannot remain unchanged.

Kayneth found it so pathetic that Amleth didn't even realize the huge gap.

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Chapter 30 is for all magicians to enjoy. [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

Watching the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid dissolve in front of him.

Moran then released the nail on his index finger.

If Kenneth hadn't taken action just now, he would probably have spit out blood and performed the Warcraft summoning on the spot.

If it were true, the scene would be exciting.

This is also the reason why Moran is fearless.

To some extent, he is a walking monster manufacturing factory, and can even create fantasies of the Age of Gods.

It's just a small fireball, I'm not afraid of it at all.

Amreth sat down on the ground as dead as a ash.

He was ordered to trial by Kenneth.

It was obvious that the contest had been decided.

"So... we win?"

Weber scratched his cheek awkwardly with his index finger.

He just found it incredible.

The battle that he thought he was going to lose from the very beginning was won in such an outrageous way.

"Whether we win or not, that's up to Teacher Kenneth to decide. What do you think, Teacher Kenneth?"

Moran said in a cheerful tone.

He even deliberately raised his voice so that people around him could hear.

As if afraid that others won’t hear it.

Many people glanced away subconsciously, but couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see how Kenneth performed.

Kenneth, who has never been defeated.

Now, he has been defeated.

If this news gets out, who knows what kind of disturbance it will cause in the Clock Tower, and no one knows what attitude this genius will have.

“This academic competition is a victory for Weber and Moran.

Mr. Moran, I have found proof here of your claim that innateness does not determine everything."

"Teacher Kenneth, besides declaring my victory, you're going to announce more than just that, right? Like, defeat or something?"

"Well, you..."

Kenneth couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Looking at Moran's almost overflowing smile of joy.

An unhappy feeling of being trapped grew in my heart, but I couldn't go back on my previous promise.

His ego and pride wouldn't allow it.

As a noble, you must be responsible for your words and actions.

Just as Kenneth was thinking this.

Moran's subsequent actions made him feel dizzy.

"Come on, everyone has a first time. I definitely can't miss the honor of having Mr. Kenneth, who has never failed, admit defeat in person! Hey! Does anyone have a recording device?"

Moran raised his hand and called out to the people around him.

Weber felt a little uneasy.

Even though it was the first time that Kayneth was defeated by someone else, he was still the famous Lord of El-Melloi.

Isn't it a bit..... to make such a big statement?

Webber was really embarrassed to play like Morant, but he had no choice as he was in the same boat.

"Mr. Moran... I have a camera... I should be able to record it...!"

"Oh! This one can also make do! Thanks!"

Morin borrowed a high-tech camera from Camus.

Camus' face flushed red as he started talking to Moran, completely unaware that he was aiding and abetting the evil.

A girl in love doesn’t realize this.

"Mr. Moran, is this necessary? I'm your teacher after all... Respecting teachers is necessary, right?"

Kenneth tried hard to calm his emotions.

He deserves a beating. This guy is too cocky.