I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

I'm in Type-Moon, I have a Holy Evil Simulator

Author: Bobo Sauce

Summary:

【You were born and raised in a temple. 】

[You are a holy monk in white robes, assisting the Dragon of Echigo, Kenshin Uesugi, to protect the country and save all living beings with the light of Buddha.]

[You are a black-robed demon monk, assisting the sixth-day demon king Oda Nobunaga, and setting the Buddhist holy site of Mount Hiei on fire.]

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[You were born in the extremely cold north. ]

[You are the son of the white dragon Vortigern. You have inherited the will of the tyrant and are determined to turn the entire British Isles into hell.]

[You are the knight of the red dragon Arthur. You understand the will of the benevolent king and are determined to expel all the Saxons from the island.]

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[You were born and raised by the three Gorgon sisters.]

[You are the unrivaled hero of Greece, you are the faith that everyone on the Argo admires and respects, the gods personally crown you in the clouds, you wear the laurel wreath and are showered with cheers.]

[You are the Greek devil who deceived the world and stole the name. You are the traitor hated by everyone on the Argo. You drove out the hypocritical twelve mechas of Olympus and rebuilt the glory of the Age of Gods with your will.]

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Looking at the group of female confidantes who are constantly approaching in reality.

Lind was sweating coldly, knowing that this would be the most difficult war.

Volume One

Chapter 1 is open, right?

Clock Tower, England, 1994.

The autumn rain in London always comes bleakly and bitingly.

Being mixed in the gray mist makes people feel uneasy.

In the classroom of the Spiritual Summoning Department.

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald is reviewing the paper.

It was a paper written by his student, Weber Velvet, titled "What is the Path of Magic in the New Age?"

The lemon-haired genius magician carefully reviewed the paper again, then loudly said to all the students -

"In the world of magic, one's background largely determines one's strengths and weaknesses. This is because the secrets of magic cannot be mastered in one generation."

Kenneth's blue eyes were filled with proud wisdom.

"Parents will pass on the fruits of their lifelong training to their children, so the more generations a magic family has passed down, the more prestigious it is."

For example, Kenneth himself, the reason why he can become the new generation of pride of the Clock Tower and one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower is that he has the blood of a magician that has been passed down for nine generations and is the head of the Archibald family.

But the next second, Kenneth showed contempt towards the students.

"As for why I want to start with something so basic, it's because a few days ago, during a thesis defense, a student submitted a paper to me titled 'What is the Path of Magic in the New Era?'"

"This paper arrogantly criticizes the unquestionable theory of bloodline in the magic world. The author claims that as long as one has a deeper understanding of the techniques and uses magic more skillfully, even if one comes from a poor family, one can become a first-class magus—"

“This is ridiculous!!!”

Kenneth threw the paper directly at the lecture and sneered.

"How sad that one of my students would harbor such deviant ideas."

"If bloodline doesn't determine the quality of magic, if hard work alone can make you a first-rate magician, then why did you come to the Clock Tower, the highest institution of learning in the magic world? And why did you choose to learn magic under me, Kayneth, one of the Twelve Lords?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Waver Velvet, sitting in the student seats, could no longer hold back. He slammed the table and stood up to retort, "Teacher! I'm only questioning the Magic Association's current complacency—"

"Mr. Weber, I remember your family's magician bloodline has only been passed down for three generations, right?"

Kenneth's tone was as contemptuous as if he was looking down at an insect crawling and wriggling on the ground.

"Listen carefully. From the perspective of the Magic Association's history, your family is equivalent to a newborn baby."

"Before offering advice to your parents, shouldn't you first learn how to speak humbly?"

Amidst the roar of laughter from all the students, Waver Velvet slumped down at his desk, like a stray dog ​​whose spine had been forcibly pulled out.

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"How dare you look down on me?! How dare you look down on me?!"

Weber's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was shaking with anger.

He kept baring his teeth and threateningly said to a black-haired boy beside him.

"Is that what a teacher should do?! That damn bald guy is actually worthy of being one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower?! He must have read my thesis and gotten jealous of me! Jealous of my unparalleled talent! He's afraid of my talent! That's why he's being so mean to me in front of everyone!!"

"If only I had been born a few years earlier than him! My achievements would have been thousands of times greater than that damn bald guy's! When I become a Grand Master of the Grand Master Rank! I want to see how this Twelve Lords, who are only at the Color Rank, would kneel down and apologize to me!!"

"puff."

The guy next to Weber couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Linde, what are you laughing at?! Are you looking down on me too?!"

Linde, standing by, quickly put away his smile and began to explain seriously, "No, no, I just thought the scenario you described, Weber, was very interesting, like becoming a Grand Master Magician or something like that."

After all, Weber Velvet's talent for magic was extremely poor. Although he became one of the Twelve Lords in the future, compared to Kenneth's extremely valuable [Color Position], the future Weber could only get the [Sacrificial Position] of an honorary teacher.

In the Clock Tower, there is a clear division of grades for magicians.

Crown, color, ceremony, sacrifice, open, long, end.

Simply put, the difference in strength between Weber and Kenneth is so great that a great fighter dares to cross levels and kill a powerful fighter alone. Putting aside the sayings of "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" and "Don't bully the young and the poor, don't bully the middle-aged and the poor, don't bully the old and the poor", Weber must have a cheat to have a chance, right?

In addition, Weber felt very guilty about the death of his mentor Kenneth. Once he grew up and thought of his arrogant words in his middle school days, he would probably blush and roll around on the bed like crazy, right?

After all, if any of the other twelve monarchs of the aristocratic faction had read Weber's absurd paper that blasphemed the theory of bloodline, the bob-haired, middle school boy next to him would probably have been kicked out of the clock tower door.

Thanks to Director Ken, who is now in his prime, young and promising, and has a good tolerance, he was able to put the matter behind him by mocking Weber in public.

However, if Lind told the emotional Weber such reasonable words now, it is estimated that his only friend now would completely break off all ties with him.

To be honest, Lin De, 18 years old, is a time traveler Desu.

No big trucks or systems came down.

After waking up from a sleep, he inexplicably arrived in England in 1994, and transformed into an active student in the Clock Tower without any magical powers.

So Weber and Lind, who were both top poor students, naturally got to know each other.

And now, it is the eve of the crucial Fourth Holy Grail War.

Provoked by Kenneth's public ridicule, Weber decided to steal the holy relic prepared by Director Ken and bring his professional talent to the great Far Eastern country of Fuyuki City.

Logically speaking, Lind should have intervened at this time.

After all, the noble tradition of magicians is backstabbing.

Weber backstabbed Director Ken.

Then Lind is fully capable of backstabbing Weber and stealing the holy relic to participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

You know, the Emperor is my husband. Alexander is incredibly strong! I can't wait to become Rider's Master. As for Kenneth-sensei, his fiancée Sora, and his loyal Brush, I wish them all the best in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

However, compared to Weber, who has scarce magic power, Lind doesn't even have a little magic power, so it's hard to say whether he can summon the emperor.

Besides, even if someone as strong as Director Ken went to the Fourth Holy Grail War, he would only be a stepping stone. Wouldn't I be just cannon fodder if I went there?

Oh.

I guess someone will start shouting again now——

Without Magic Circuits, wouldn't it be possible for you to perfectly counter Kiritsugu's father's Origin Bullet?

No, fuck it.

Pistol A doesn't hurt person A, right?

Of course, the furious Weber did not know that the gears of his destiny would begin to turn from the moment he decided to steal the relic.

"Oh my, isn't this the down-and-out magician Webber Velvet, whose ancestors only have three generations, and his lowly Oriental Muggle follower Lind?"

As a sarcastic laugh was heard, Weber's brows furrowed instantly, while Lind's brows raised.

The visitors were Bernard Ford, now a model student in the El-Melloi classroom, and his followers.

Bernard's family is a family of magic that has risen since the Second Industrial Revolution. Simply put, Ford Motor Company is closely related to their family.

In the Clock Tower, magicians like Bernard, who were closely connected with modern enterprises, were considered nouveau riche. They had used money and power to forcibly seize the key to becoming a magician. They were also the kind of guys that Weber looked down upon the most.

After all, in terms of background, Bernard's family of magicians was only four generations old, and they did not look down on Weber's background at all.

As for talent, Bernard was only able to become a model student in El-Melloi's classroom by using his huge financial resources to continuously refine his magic circuits.

However, it is precisely this kind of upstart with an illegitimate background who particularly likes to bully classmates who are weaker than him.

"Hello, classmate Bernard."

Compared to Weber's angry indifference, Lind was the first to say hello.

"Huh, these days even monkeys seem more polite than some country magicians."

Bernard snorted coldly. Weber was already furious, and now he was about to explode, wishing he could fight with Bernard on the spot.

Fortunately, Lindler held back the excited Weber, covered his mouth and smiled.

"Haha, I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case."

"Not necessarily? Are you talking about your monkey identity?"

Bernard looked at Lind for a few seconds, then shrugged.

"Besides flirting and making people laugh, does the yellow monkey have any other functions?"

"Student Bernard misunderstood what I meant."

Lind said slowly.

"What I mean is that although Mr. Weber is just a country magician, at least he is a legitimate English gentleman."

The black-haired boy then blinked and spoke to Bernard in surprise.

"Compared to some American magicians who came from a country that was founded less than 300 years ago, I'm probably the real white monkey with a bare cerebral cortex, right?"

"——Fuck you, Lind, I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing Bernard's face turn the color of liver in an instant, he was about to activate the magic circuit to launch an attack, but he heard a cold and arrogant voice from the side to stop him.

"Nonsense! You idiot students! If you want to fight, go to the training ground and do it!"

Kenneth with a slicked-back hair walked over slowly. His blue eyes turned cold, and the mercury hanging in the air beside him began to wriggle!

That was the magic gift set that Kenneth was proud of, [Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid]!

Seeing that the Twelve Lords seemed to be truly angry, Bernard's face changed instantly. He gritted his teeth and said something harsh to Weber and Lind before leaving.

"You'll have your day in the final exam!"

Seeing Bernard and his followers leave in embarrassment, Lind turned to Kenneth and thanked him, "Thank you, teacher."

"Hmph, these upstart magicians who don't understand the secrets of magic. In the hands of such mortals, magic is nothing more than a tool to show off one's strength."

Kenneth shook his head and turned to look at Lindfa in confusion.

"So what about you? A mere Oriental with no status and no magical power, yet you dare to provoke these vicious tigers and wolves? If it's just to make a quick statement, then I, Kenneth, am truly disappointed in you, Linde."

"Teacher, I am a barbarian."

Linde held his head high and chest out, without any retreat.