In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

You finally realized...

It's not that there are no magicians, but rather that most of France's magicians have gathered in this capital city of France.

[At this stage, England had already controlled five French ports on the northern coast, thus controlling the entire English Channel.]

Located in the north, Paris itself is on the front line of a war that could break out at any time.

[This means it has already been initiated.]

[The front line of a war unknown to the world, a war belonging to a mysterious side of the nation]

You think this might explain why your current location, this alchemy workshop belonging to Nicolas Flamel, is in a completely undefended state with no magical fluctuations—because there have been too many outsiders visiting here recently.

You think to yourself, this is probably why Nicolas Flamel wasn't surprised at all to see them.

You are very confident that your reasoning is correct.

silence.

As Lu Kang uttered his words, one by one, he poured out everything he had seen, heard, felt, and deduced along the way.

The old shop fell silent for a moment.

He met Nicolas Flamel's astonished gaze.

Prellati forced back his laughter and suppressed the amusement he felt.

He simply said, "Don't look at me like that."

“I strictly followed your so-called confidentiality agreement—I didn’t reveal a single word to him along the way.”

Prellati's favorite sights are those of others who are surprised, astonished, or even angry, terrified, or in pain and despair!

That was a superb performance for her.

The eight-year-old boy spoke fluently and confidently.

However, it is clear that all of these conclusions were drawn by himself and deduced by him.

"This is... absolutely astonishing."

Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but speak up.

Chapter 48 The Qualification for a Grand Master, the Founder of Magicians (Major Revision)

Nicolas Flamel, the greatest alchemist of the century and the first to successfully create the Philosopher's Stone, wrote the following sentence in his manuscript in his later years.

He said, "I have lived for eighty years, but in the vast majority of people's lives, that was the most gifted boy I have ever seen."

I do not believe in those who are born with knowledge, because I understand that every gift in this world comes at a price.

But that one time I had no choice but to believe it.

—The Testament of Nikolai

...

You are never hesitant to showcase your abilities—whether in mystical realms or the secular world.

Because you know very well that the greater your ability, the greater the resources you can acquire.

This simulation will be like this.

The same thing happened in the last simulation.

Even in reality, Lu Kang follows such a code of conduct.

Pretending to be a pig might allow him to achieve the feat of defeating a tiger with the weak, but it's not enough to turn him into a tiger. Pretending to be a tiger, on the other hand, would allow him to obtain a steady stream of food in the form of a tiger, giving him the resources to grow faster.

As long as you can handle it, there's nothing you can't show.

The final result was just as you expected.

You guessed everything you suspected.

[The secular world has its own wars, and so does the mystical world—at this moment, most of the magicians belonging to France have gathered in this ancient city called Paris.]

[Niccolò Flamel took you and your teacher Preirati to meet them.]

[You meet Isabelle de Rais, a descendant of the de Rais family from Brittany in western France, who manages one of the spiritual veins of the Loire River. She is a young woman in her early twenties. You have never heard of her before, but from her name, you can roughly deduce that she is probably a relative of Gilles de Rais, who will later follow the saint, or even a family member.]

You also met 'Audon Lautrec,' a descendant of the Lautrec family from Toulouse, a major city in northern France—a magician in the realm of mystery, and also a secular French feudal lord.

In addition, there are the Féckon family from Rouen in central France, the Morteau family from Saône, and others.

As you might have guessed, medieval magicians were themselves part of the privileged class—French lords, fiefdom lords, and ley line managers. They might not fight for worldly interests, but ultimately they would rise up for their own.

At only eight years old, you are not outstanding among them.

But Nicolas Flamel praised you highly, saying that you would surely become a leading figure in the French mystic world, a Grand Magician of the kingly rank in the mystic world—you suddenly had the illusion that you were hosting a martial arts tournament and being praised by the current martial arts leader.

However, Nicolas Flamel is indeed a well-deserved leader in the mystical side of modern France.

You are also very confident about your future.

For you, the Grand rank is merely the lower limit, not the upper limit.

"A future monarch-level grand magician?"

At this moment, deep inside the old shops in the heart of Paris, in a spacious environment resembling a towering library piled high with papers, one can see figures sitting upright, watching the old gentleman who enters from the front hall, talking eloquently, and the 'girl' and tiny boy behind him.

Needless to say, everyone present recognized Prellati – her profound and mysterious knowledge and abilities were secondary; it was her wicked personality that made her unforgettable and etched in the memories of countless people.

The boy named 'Vic' in Nicolas Flamel's introduction, who was said to be Prellati's student, received such generous praise from this great alchemist, who could even be called the world's greatest, which made everyone turn their heads.

Wearing a magnificent aristocratic gown, with long, flowing hair, a slender figure, a beautiful face, but an unusually pale complexion, the young woman named Isabelle de Rais muttered to herself.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

The powerful and wealthy may care about temporary dignity and fame, but a magician only cares about real interests.

They would never argue with a child who looks no more than ten years old.

Orton Lautrec, standing next to Isabel, seemed uninterested, simply saying, "Let's leave the future for now."

“Mr. Nicolas Flamel, you should be aware of the current situation. The domestic situation is becoming increasingly turbulent. As far as I know, the Kingdom of England has begun to mobilize its troops again, and at the same time, those English magicians have also come with the army.”

"The secular world is the secular world. Even though the secretive principles set by the Magic Association are in place, the mystical side of France will never allow the English to interfere!"

“I hope you have already devised a strategy for dealing with this, instead of playing children’s games with little kids here, sir.”

Lord Orton Lautrec looked to be in his thirties, not particularly tall but rather imposing, with a stubble on his face that gave him a stern look.

However, his words struck a chord with everyone.

“Yes, of course I have a strategy.” Nicolas Flamel walked to the front of the group’s seats and led the newcomers Prellati and Lucan to sit down among the many seats surrounded by books. He said seriously, “My strategy is to wait and see for now.”

Upon hearing this, the French magicians gathered there all frowned.

The sarcastic Sir Lautrec couldn't help but speak again: "You mean, sit and wait to die?"

“It’s a wait-and-see approach!” Nicolas Flamel said seriously, “As you all know, England’s power is not only stronger than France’s in the secular world, but also far greater in the mystical realm—that island is surrounded by the sea, making it much easier for them to preserve their mystical aspects than we are.”

"We should observe and wait. The ancient Caesar taught us that before drawing your sword, you should understand your enemy..."

“Are we supposed to wait until the enemy comes to our doorstep before we fight back? That’s cowardly!” Orton Lautrec glared, but it was actually because his fiefdom was located in northwestern France, a region close to the front lines of the war.

However, most of the people present agreed with his opinion.

The representative of the Feikang family in Angcheng, a plump woman in her forties, appeared even more aggressive: "What are we waiting for? Mr. Nicolas Flamel, why don't we just use your Philosopher's Stone to force them to retreat, just like last time!"

"Do you want to attract the seal designation of the Mage's Association again, or even the Church's agents?"

Naturally, the words of the Fikkon family representative drew opposition.

Even though the Magicians' Association is essentially an academic research organization for magicians, aiming to exchange knowledge and preserve mystery—it does not prohibit infighting among magicians.

However, if it becomes too ostentatious, violating the principle of preserving mystery and making mystery no longer mysterious, then the Magic Association will still demonstrate its enormous power in uniting European magicians.

Even Nicolas Flamel would find it extremely difficult to resist!

During the last war, Nicolas Flamel nearly faced being sealed away for taking out the Philosopher's Stone—if it weren't for his sufficient energy, he would probably be in exile by now.

There was much discussion and debate, making it difficult to reach a final decision.

You and Prellati remained silent throughout, not uttering a single word, simply observing.

You noticed Prerati's smugness, her face almost bursting with barely suppressed laughter, and you knew she was furious at the end—but you had no interest in that.

You're just thinking about one thing.

【think】

[Further explanation]

You stood up and spoke.

"Since England can attack."

"Why can't we fight back?"

"Shoot straight to England!"

...

There are worldly wars.

Mystery also creates mysterious battlefields.

A century of Anglo-French conflict—behind that war lay a battle of magic.

However, if we say that the Hundred Years' War in the secular world was turned around by Joan of Arc alone.

Vic Towar, on the other hand, proclaimed himself the 'victor' on the mystical side.

He first proposed a counterattack.

He wields magic as his weapon, and is invincible.

He is also regarded as the original progenitor by countless magicians who use magic as a tool for killing.

—"Records: The Mysterious History of the Hundred Years' War" (included in the seventh section of the Clock Tower Grand Library's history section)

Chapter 49 Those Born Extraordinary Fear Not the Mortal World (Major Revision)

[While your suggestion was novel, it did not gain widespread acceptance from magicians accustomed to positional warfare.]

That's too risky.

Even Lord Orton Lautlake, who had just been quite radical, thought so.

Even if they cannot deny the feasibility of your proposal, since the five major ports in northern France are firmly under control and the entire country is completely undefended and has nowhere to go, then choosing to break up into smaller groups, infiltrate enemy countries, and create a deterrent is indeed a feasible strategy.

But they never considered putting themselves in danger, much less sacrificing their lives for their country.

They just want to protect their own territory.

They can't trust you either—you're only eight years old.

At this age, perhaps only in Konoha would one be considered fit enough to go to war.

[Your inner thoughts/complaints]

To your surprise, Nicolas Flamel, who had just been acting rather conservatively, has reversed his previous stance and expressed his support.

['You were born extraordinary, so you are naturally capable of doing things that ordinary people cannot']

That's what he said, and it seems he genuinely believed it.

His opinion of you remains extremely high.

[So high that even if you're very confident in yourself, you'd think it's a bit exaggerated.]

Although the number of people was small, you ultimately decided to take action.

Observe the times, integrate into the times, and practice the times.

This is precisely the significance of simulation.

【…】

"So in the end, are we the only few left?"

On the outskirts of Paris, north of the city, surrounded by the Charles V Walls built in 1383 to resist the fierce English offensive, beneath the towering city gates, carriages come and go in an endless stream. Some are fleeing from further north than Paris, hoping to use the high walls and thick defenses of Paris to resist the nobles or ordinary citizens who may break out again at any time. Others are passing through here, heading further south.