Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

"These are all..."

Whether it was for the purpose of unifying the not-so-robust aristocratic camp.

It was still to fulfill the tragic wish of the necromancer.

Or perhaps it was due to various reasons, such as seeing her daughter again and discovering that her magical circuits, which were clearly superior to her eldest son's in some way, were now even better than before.

all in all.

Even he himself was convinced by Maris Billy.

But after ten years and so many actions by the monarchical families in the Clock Tower, the boy's failure to return still made him suspicious again.

He had no doubt about Marisbury's judgment.

He believed in a monarch who was even more talented than Kenneth.

The problem is that Maris Billy is still young, not even thirty years old yet, and has at least several decades to live.

But he clearly couldn't wait many more years.

"'who is he."

"He is Him."

Rufreus's pupils contracted, and he tightened his grip slightly on the table.

"All I can tell you right now is that he is a black dragon."

"A being that exists in the present world, whose bloodline is incomparably noble even among dragons, and whose status is in no way lower than the giant dragon beneath our feet."

"As for his other identity, I'm sorry, Father, I cannot tell you for the time being."

Sora lowered her head slightly and said softly, "Personally speaking, I hope that you, Father, can help Jiu'an."

"But even from the perspective of the family."

“Father, you’ve waited ten years. What loss would you have even if you didn’t participate in this operation? If Jiu’an hadn’t returned, that would have been one thing, but now that he’s back, why are you doing this?”

Rufreus's eyes flickered slightly, and he remained silent without answering immediately.

And it was in this silent atmosphere that...

Suddenly the phone rang.

Rufreus picked up the old-fashioned phone, listened to the conversation, but didn't respond.

Sora listened attentively.

But I couldn't hear any clear sound from the phone.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Even if she felt that what she said made a lot of sense, who knew what her father thought, after all, he was really too old.

Although she preferred Lin Jiu'an to her family.

Even if the two are enemies, she will not hesitate to help Lin Jiu'an, but if possible, she still does not want the two to actually fight.

Moreover, having been raised as a tool for arranged marriage since childhood, she knew all too well that since she couldn't compete in terms of looks or figure, she needed her family's support to gain more favor from Lin Jiu'an.

"I see."

After a long while, Rufreus's aged voice rang out, and he put down the phone without revealing any emotion in his voice.

He looked up at his daughter, whose face already showed signs of anxiety.

"Sora... are you going to Tokyo to see him?"

Sora hesitated and asked, "Father, what do you mean?"

“We can’t just contact him through Marisbury alone…”

After a moment of silence, Rufreus said, "I am old. From now on, you shall be the monarch of the Spirit Conjuring Department."

Sora was slightly taken aback, then her face was filled with surprise.

She had just been wondering whether her father's request for her to see Lin Jiu'an was out of goodwill or hostility, but now there was no need for any guessing.

I will become the monarch myself.

Even without a formal ceremony, he could at best be considered a disobedient "proxy monarch," but his father's intention was for him to have full command over this matter.

If it works, then I will be the next ruler of Euryphus.

If we lose, we'll just have to take the blame ourselves.

"Father, can I know why?"

"He made his move tonight as well."

Rufreus's eyes became vacant, as if gazing into the boundless distance, with a hint of bewilderment.

This time, the silence lasted a long time. Unlike the previous silence, which seemed more like an old man who was too old to speak and was just catching his breath, this time it seemed more like he was sighing over something.

He had just said, "Inolai is dead."

"what?!"

Sora's pupils suddenly dilated, and she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Inole Baruyeletta Atolohom.

The monarch of Creation (Baruye), the magician of the Color Position, the leader of the democratic faction, and Baruyereta is also one of the three families that made great contributions to the Creation Clock Tower.

They are arguably one of the three oldest and most powerful noble families in the Clock Tower.

Even Marisbury and her father Rufreus, though monarchs, could not be considered among the 'three great noble families' and were naturally inferior to him.

Furthermore, she is also the teacher of "Red of Pain" Aozaki Touko.

Kenneth's previous death had already caused an earthquake at the clock tower.

However, he was too young and had only recently become monarch, so his connections and influence were limited. The main impact was that the destruction of the magic crest dealt a huge blow to the "El-Melloi" faction.

But Inole was different.

She was not only one of the three noble families, but had also been a monarch for decades, wielding immense influence within the Mage's Association. Her death...

"How did she die?"

Sora's throat moved slightly, and he couldn't help but ask.

"He was shot dead by an arrow in front of everyone at the clock tower."

Upon hearing this, Sora recalled that scene.

Suddenly, I felt a little afraid to breathe.

While Morgan had previously stormed Europe, he had not killed monarchs, but rather some magicians who were causing trouble in private. This time, however, a monarch was actually killed on his own doorstep.

If there was still room for communication and compromise between the two sides before, now it seems that they are truly going to fight to the death.

Chapter 8 Counterattack / Trisha / Luna

In November, it always gets dark earlier than usual.

After finishing his last class, Inole stayed to answer many students' questions before leaving the lecture hall.

As the monarch of the Creation Department.

Given her advanced age, there was no need for her to continue teaching in the lecture hall.

However, due to family and political considerations.

After all, no one knows whether any of these students will become geniuses like Aozaki Touko or El-Melloi II. Even if we take a step back, most of these students, who have been passed down for generations, will become the backbone of the magic world in the future.

It's never a bad thing to train more people.

Back in her office, Inole made a few more phone calls.

Actions against Linglongguan have already begun.

Currently, although on the surface they are only imposing sanctions on the political, economic and public opinion aspects of the surface world, they have also secretly sent some elite magicians to Tokyo from the mainland.

They planned to carry out a surprise attack and behead Shuten-dōji.

of course.

The raid and beheading of Misaya at the Reiko-kan was the most cost-effective operation, but Inore still managed to reach a rare consensus with Barthemello Lorelei to behead Shuten-dōji.

Let the world see that the Magic Association is the true ruler of this era.

The next step is to retrieve the Greater Grail.

The power displayed by Morgan and Shuten-dōji has made them re-evaluate the Holy Grail War, which they previously considered a 'laughable game for country bumpkins'.

Even if they, as monarchs, do not believe in or despise relying on any "wish-making" method to fulfill their family's tragic wishes, it would still be good to use it to better rule the magic world, such as destroying the Holy Church, the Dead Apostles, and other forces.

"Sir, the carriage is ready."

As he hung up the last phone call, he heard the voice of a servant outside the door.

Inole did not get up immediately.

After a brief moment of lingering on the completely dark world outside the window, her gaze fell upon the sand painting hanging on the wall opposite her desk.

The sand painting depicts a luxurious bar room.

A handsome young man with black hair and black eyes sat leisurely on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a glass of wine in his hand and a smile playing on his lips.

Meanwhile, Shuten-dōji, the bloodthirsty and cruel demon king of Mount Ōe who was already famous in the Mage Association, stood behind him like a servant, his expression respectful and humble.

"Lin Jiu'an?"

Inole chuckled softly, got up, and left the room.

The waiters at the door had been waiting for a long time.

Inola walked outside, and the students she encountered greeted her with smiles as she pondered the events of the past few days.

"How's it going in Tokyo?"

"Several elite squads have arrived in Tokyo and can begin raids on the Linglongguan family, the Oeyama Tavern, and the Linglongguan Orphanage tonight."

Finally, the middle-aged man added, "We've already informed them to try and capture him alive."

Inole nodded without saying anything more.

She didn't care about either the boy or Misaya Reiryukan. Misaya Reiryukan, needless to say, although she was talented, was still far inferior to Touko Aozaki.

No matter how extraordinary that boy is.

But he is still a human being, a teenager who is not even twenty years old.

Even if someone's strength reaches the level of Aozaki Touko, so what? If they are really determined to capture Aozaki Touko and "seal her away," the Mage's Association is not without options.

"What did Rufreus and El-Melloi say?"

This operation was spearheaded by the three noble families.

The other nine monarchical families were invited to participate.

Their target wasn't the Linglong Pavilion; even though the opponent was superior, they weren't worth the Clock Tower's full effort. Their real goal was the Greater Grail.

These events over the years.

This showed them the potential of the Holy Grail War, a ritual they had previously mocked, and they wanted to move it to London and take complete control of it.

And now, with Morgan Stanley's recent troubles...

The Holy Grail has already attracted the attention of the Church of Christ, the Dead Apostles, and numerous other forces, large and small—something that could not have been achieved by a single monarchical family or even a few other families.

The other six monarchical families readily agreed.

Maris Billy replied very readily.

However, it wasn't an agreement, but a very clear refusal.

This puzzled Inolei greatly.

After all, Marisbury is arguably the person in the Clock Tower who knows the Holy Grail best, as everyone knows he has been studying the Holy Grail for many years.

In the case of Rafe's disappearance.

Its importance in the current actions cannot be overstated.