Zongman, the journey begins from the wrong place

On the bed, there was a young woman flipping through a magazine and drinking red wine.

She has short red hair that looks like a blazing fire, and her beautiful face gives people the feeling of extremely cold ice and snow.

Coupled with the impatience between her eyebrows, she has a unique charm that combines noble coldness with youthful beauty.

Her name was Sora Nazele Sofiali, the daughter of the Sofiali family, a family of past and present ministers of the necromancy department.

However, because of the failure of the succession seal, Sora's more important identity at this moment is Kenneth's fiancée.

No matter who sees them for the first time, it would be difficult for anyone to be surprised by their relationship.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this is a marriage between a young girl who is not yet 20 years old and a man who may be close to 40 years old - of course, Kenneth is actually only in his twenties.

From the perspective of a mage, Sora, who failed to inherit the seal, can only be said to be "barely worthy" of Kayneth, the Clock Tower prodigy, the Color Mage, and the Lord of El-Melloi.

As long as Kenneth is willing, he can find a more perfect and better woman as his wife.

From any perspective, Kenneth should be the dominant one between the two.

But unfortunately, things between men and women are always very strange, even more mysterious than magic.

When Kenneth was the first to fall in love, he was destined to be at a disadvantage in this battle.

Look, faced with Sora's request, which lacked the awareness of a Holy Grail War participant and could even be said to be idiotic, Kenneth simply frowned - not because he was annoyed by Sola's request, but because he felt guilty for neglecting his fiancée.

"Well, to prevent the secret from being leaked, there will be a truce during the day. So, Sora, you should rest up, explore and relax."

The more the mystery is witnessed by the world, the more it declines. Therefore, magicians will tacitly avoid exposing their magic to the public. This is a common practice deeply rooted in the hearts of all magicians in the Clock Tower.

Kenneth, who had no idea of the brutality of the Holy Grail War, naturally regarded it as a basic discipline that all Far Eastern magicians should have.

After all, in Kenneth's eyes, the so-called Holy Grail War was nothing more than a spirit-sentence contest organized by country magicians in the desolate land of the Far East, which was neither East nor West.

Do these people still have the guts to risk the wrath of the world and the sanctions of the Clock Tower by carrying out an attack in public?

However, out of love for his fiancée, Kenneth still looked at Saber.

"Saber, Sora is also your Master. You will serve as a temporary knight and protect her."

To Kayneth, the rituals of the Holy Grail War were just that.

Although the core part has not been understood yet, the marginal techniques are quite simple for Kenneth. It is easy to slightly change the object of magic supply.

This cheat not only allows you to provide magic power to yourself when Sora's magic power is exhausted, but also allows Saber to get double the duration.

It can also allow you to conserve your energy and concentrate on dealing with those country magicians.

In a sense, this was Kenneth's respect for the Holy Grail War and the rural magicians.

If possible, Artoria would certainly like to reject such a proposal.

But after spending the past few days together, she had already seen clearly the relationship between the two parties and knew that her refusal would probably only make the relationship between her and Kenneth worse.

Forget it, just consider it as an early investment to get better cooperation in the next battle.

With this thought in mind, Altria nodded.

"Okay, Master, I will protect Miss Sora. If anything unexpected happens to you, please use the Command Spell to call me back."

Although Altria's words were quite cryptic, both Kenneth and Sora knew the unexpected meaning of her words.

As expected, Kenneth raised his head proudly.

"Accident? What kind of accident could there be? What kind of accident could happen in my magic workshop, which is like a fortress?"

Kenneth and others are currently at the most luxurious Hyatt Hotel in Fuyuki City.

Not only does it have a height of 32 floors that overlooks the entire Fuyuki City, its facilities and decorations are extremely luxurious. It is also a place where the city's dignitaries hold banquets and communicate.

Kenneth spent a lot of money to cover the entire top floor, setting up a total of twenty-four layers of barriers and numerous traps, and even a different level of space.

Not to mention the various magical devices, Kenneth believed that even the magicians in the Far East might not have seen what three magic furnaces were like.

So, Kenneth really couldn't imagine how he lost.

The strongest heroic spirit, the strongest magician, the strongest configuration, how can you lose?

This kind of confidence also made him not care about Altria's warning at all. He was not even angry, but just smiled.

Only after Altria and Sora left did Kenneth calm down and continue to mobilize magic power and set up the magic workshop using the composite attribute circuits of atmosphere and water, which are good at precise operation and fine penetration.

Although he disdained other magicians, Kenneth believed that his stupid student would definitely come to join the battle.

If you look at it from an outsider's perspective, Kenneth's suppression of the paper and his public ridicule and opposition actually seemed to be a way of protecting his students.

Although in modern society, the idea of only looking at talent and not asking about background is becoming increasingly popular, that is because the innate IQ of most people is not much different, and their achievements are more subject to the influence of the acquired environment.

But there is no such saying in the world of magic. For more than 99% of people, their achievements are determined at birth.

As the world's magic center, the Clock Tower is naturally dominated by aristocratic factions like Kenneth.

Although there are modern people who believe that talent is more important than bloodline, how can an ordinary student with only a third-generation magician background withstand a confrontation of this level?

If that paper were really published and circulated, it would definitely trigger another struggle between the modernists and the aristocrats.

In a situation where no one has decisive power, this struggle will inevitably end with both sides taking a step back.

But the protagonist who caused this turmoil may not be so lucky.

The struggle between the two factions would only require a slight aftermath to crush him.

However, both Kenneth and the student were self-righteous and considered themselves to be extremely talented.

The person being protected does not feel grateful for the favor, and the person who is doing the favor does not realize that he is protecting others.

Especially after learning that the holy relic was stolen, Kenneth decided to teach this ignorant kid a lesson and let him experience the cruelty of the magician's world!

Although Fuyuki City and London are both located by the sea, Sora's perception is that the climate is completely different.

Winters in London are even colder and wetter, and it is normal not to see the sun for dozens of days.

But in this island country at the end of the world, the winter sky is still as high and clear, and the cold wind is even more biting and cold.

For Sora, who had always lived under numerous treaties, this intense touch was quite unfamiliar, but it still could not touch his heart.

Ever since he was a child, Sora understood that being born into a prestigious mage family with a legitimate son, the only meaning of his existence was to marry into someone.

So even if she was going to marry a man she had no interest in, she never felt any regrets, and she never even had any doubts.

Because her soul had long been sealed and frozen.

So after walking a short distance in Fuyuki City, Sora lost interest in touring this exotic city.

There are high-rise buildings everywhere that are similar to those in London, and the street scenery does not show the characteristics of this country. Even if it retains some characteristics of a fishing village, it still has some flavor.

It wasn't until they passed a commercial street that Sora's attention was attracted by a corner of the street.

"Hmm? What is this? It's called a claw machine, right?"

Pulling Altria over, Sora put coins into the machine, but he failed to catch the doll after seven or eight attempts, and was even further away from throwing the doll into the exit.

Sora was so angry that he slammed the machine until it shook, then looked at Artoria as if asking for help.

"Saber, come help me!"

"Huh? Me? Sora, this."

Looking at the claw machine in front of her, a hint of trouble appeared on Altria's stern little face.

The moment they are born, the Heroic Spirit will be given the common sense needed for modern life, but this definitely does not include claw machines.

At this moment, a voice came from behind them.

"If you don't mind, I'll help you catch it."

Sora looked in the direction of the voice and immediately met someone's eyes.

He was a silver-haired boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but was extremely handsome.

Whether it was the deep blue eyes that reminded one of a glacier, or the deep and handsome facial features, the glow reflected in the sunlight gave Sora a strong impact as if he was looking directly at the scorching sun above his head, and his consciousness became blurred for a moment.

But when she came to her senses, she suddenly felt a very unfamiliar throbbing in her chest, and her face was burning.

Sora, who should have rejected all approaches from the opposite sex, or all strangers, nodded for some unknown reason.

"...Really, is it really possible?"

91 The King’s Appetite!

Before Sora could answer, Artoria stood in front of her, her green eyes emitting a dangerous look like a lion pouncing on its prey, staring at Noah intently.

"Sora! Watch out!!"

Although the young man in front of her was wearing a moon-white kimono and looked like a handsome and elegant young man, at the first sight of him, all the muscles in Altria's body subconsciously tensed up.

The fighting instinct forged through years of battle was ringing like a huge bell throughout Altria's body.

This person is very dangerous!

"what?"

"Rivellia?"

There was a scream, but it wasn't from Sora who was stopped, but from Noah.

This clear and majestic voice was engraved in Noah's bones.

There's no mistake! It's exactly like Livilia!

From childhood to adulthood, Noah had grown up through almost all of his own groping, whether it was learning to read, fighting, or even every aspect of life.

The only teacher who had disciplined him was Livilia.

Although that devilishly strict teaching lasted only a short month, it left a deep impression on Noah.

As long as Livilia's voice was a little harsh, Noah would subconsciously feel his scalp tighten and he would quickly search to see if he had done anything wrong.

Even after a year in the new world, this instinct has not dissipated.

Rather, hearing Livilia's voice again in such an unexpected situation made Noah feel even more terrified!

Then, the atmosphere in the claw machine suddenly froze.

Sora looked at Noah, who looked at Artoria, who frowned warily.

Riveria? Who's that?

After much thought, Artoria decided to ignore it as a trick of the enemy.

"who are you?"

After looking up and down at the blonde girl in a black suit in front of him, Noah breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the voice was just a coincidence and similar.

"I'm so sorry, I recognized the wrong person just now."

However, although it was not Livilia, the sense of déjà vu brought by this voice was still too strong.

I wonder if I will feel guilty for beating up the teacher when the fight breaks out.

Thinking of that scene, Noah couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt... and excitement.

Thinking of this, Noah's face regained its calmness.

"My name is Noah Sipher. I am here in this Holy Grail War as a Berserker. It is an honor to meet you two."

Both Altria and Sora had horrified expressions on their faces at this moment.

"No way, he's so handsome!"

"Berserker? How can you speak so clearly and rationally?"

After they finished speaking, they both fell silent and looked at each other.

Facing Altria's helpless and slightly disgusted gaze, Sora looked away guiltily.

Another Guinevere?

Looking at Sora, Artoria almost immediately thought of her wife who had plunged her kingdom into turmoil.

Although it was cowardly to blame the demise of such a huge kingdom on a single woman, Artoria still felt extremely complicated.