However, Flatt gave a completely unexpected answer: "Because I want to see it!"
"...What?" El-Melloi II was confused when he heard this answer.
Isn’t this just a simple fun person?
Wow, it seems like some nightmare-like memories are about to come back.
What he hates most are people who like to mess around without any actual purpose, because such people often make already bad things worse.
"You think about it, that thing must be super cool, isn't it? That's the Holy Grail! Hitler and Goebier wanted to get it for the Third Reich, and Oda Nobunaga and Godzilla were also eyeing it! If the Holy Grail is really
It exists, don't you want to see what it looks like?" Flatt said, his eyes began to shine, as if he was yearning for it.
"It's not Goebbels, even Goebbels. Godzilla wouldn't want the Holy Grail! After all, what does this thing have to do with monsters? As for Oda Nobunaga, historically speaking, he may not have known about the Holy Grail at the time.
existence." El-Melloi II pointed out these inconsequential mistakes while covering his temples. He seemed to have a headache, and then fell into silence.
Frater thought that his professor would definitely reprimand him loudly, and was waiting in fear for him to continue.
Unexpectedly, El-Melloi II just sighed softly, and then began to teach earnestly: "Do you understand what a war between magicians is like? If you participate, you may end up worse than death.
What a tragic end, dying without accomplishing anything."
"Isn't the Holy Grail something that people still want to pursue even though they know it? When the professor said this, I want to see it with my own eyes even more!" Flatt had no intention of listening to the advice.
Hearing Flat's answer without thinking, El-Melloi II wanted to yell, "Think carefully with your brain," but...it seemed that even if he thought about it carefully, this guy would probably still do the same thing.
answer.
After coming to this conclusion, El-Melloi II decided to change his perspective and asked: "Will you kill your opponent in order to win the Holy Grail? Are you mentally prepared?"
"Well... I want to use a way to win without killing people, such as playing chess or something." Flatt still answered without thinking.
"Oh! That's awesome! If the magician who is your enemy is the world chess champion, he might agree to play with you!" El-Melloi II couldn't help but want to applaud. The young man in front of him is really an idiot.
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"Right, right?" Flatt didn't hear the irony in the professor's words at all, and his eyes were still shining with anticipation, "It's really a difficult question. How should I decide the outcome with them?
?I really want to meet other heroes and make friends with them if possible! If I can be friends with these six heroes, that would be great for a magician! Conquering the world is not a dream!"
Looking at Frat in front of him, not only did he not hear his sarcasm, but his words became more and more outrageous. El-Melloi II was completely silent.
But he neither roared nor felt helpless. He just held his chin with his hand, as if he was thinking about something.
Make friends with other heroic spirits...conquer the world?
Seeing the high-spirited look of the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but recall a certain man who had influenced his destiny.
But soon, he rejected such an idea.
After all, comparing the stupid idiot in front of me with that one is simply insulting! If that guy knew about it, he would slap himself to the ground.
Soon, El-Melloi II seemed to have suddenly come to his senses and refused coldly: "Although you said it so beautifully, of course not!"
"Don't be like this, please, Professor! No, please, Big Ben☆London Star!"
"Don't call me nicknames in front of me! And do normal people like this kind of nickname? Are you fooling me? You must be fooling me, right?" El-Melloi II had blue veins popping up on his forehead.
"Please be accommodating! I will tailor a new nickname for you! For example, 'Master of Magicians in the Absolute Realm' or something like that!" Flatt didn't even notice that the professor in front of him was angry at this moment.
"Get out! You will never graduate in this life!" Finally, El-Melloi II couldn't hold back anymore and issued an eviction order.
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In the end, Flatt, who suffered from the professor's cold words, wandered around the school like an eggplant beaten by frost. The frustration on his face made him look nothing like a young man in his twenties.
He muttered "It's so boring" as he walked down the long stairs.
"Ah, you came just in time."
At this moment, a woman at the foot of the steps seemed to have seen him and stopped him.
This woman is a staff member of the Clock Tower. She is holding a large stack of letters and a small package in her hand.
"This is something sent to your professor. Could you please give it to him?"
Therefore, Flatt, who had just been unilaterally rejected by Master V, turned around and went back to deliver packages to others.
"Uh-huh, is the professor still angry?" Flatt walked back with a look of despair.
Halfway through, he couldn't resist his curiosity and used perspective magic to peek at what was in the box.
It's okay if you don't look at him, but when you look at him, his whole body trembles.
The thing in the package was a dagger that seemed to be used in some kind of ceremony. Its appearance exuded an ominous atmosphere. The next moment, Flatt saw the name engraved on the blade of the dagger through his excellent perspective.
, an electric current coursed through his body in an instant.
"This...could it be...Professor! Is it just for me?"
Flatt misunderstood all this, and ran straight away holding the box. There were other words in the box, but he couldn't understand a word, thinking it was an exotic magic manual or something like that. He didn't rush to decipher it.
The content woven by those words is just running around the school building with joy.
Yes, he regarded this as a holy relic specially prepared for him by the professor to participate in the Holy Grail War.
If you want to summon heroic spirits, this kind of thing is almost necessary.
Flatt was very moved at this moment. The professor was really a arrogant guy. He was embarrassed to agree to his willful request in person, but he secretly prepared such a wonderful gift. He simply loved the professor to death.
At the same time, El-Melloi II, who was heading towards his office, sneezed: "Who is talking about me?"
Tap tap tap——
Just as he was thinking this, there were rapid footsteps behind him.
Looking back, he suddenly became angry again.
"Why are you here again?"
When El-Melloi II saw the figure running from the depths of the corridor, he showed an impatient expression.
However, Flatt didn't pay attention to the impatience on his face. Instead, he held up the package in his hand happily: "Is it really okay for Professor to give me this package!?"
Perhaps because he ran hundreds of meters in one breath, Flatt handed the package to his professor while panting. El-Melloi II looked at the box inexplicably.
When he saw the address written on it and the logo on the wrapping paper, he nodded as if enlightened and asked: "Oh, this thing... what, do you want it?"
Flatt kept nodding his head like he was doing a head dance.
"Well, if you want it, I'll give it to you. I don't need it anyway." El-Melloi II looked confused. Isn't it just a souvenir? Why is it so happy to be like this? But after thinking about it,
He didn't think much about the fussy character of the young man in front of him.
A few months ago, after El-Melloi II finished playing his beloved Japanese game in his room, he carefully wrote down his thoughts on the survey postcard that came with the game software. He also specially posted an expensive
Stamps were sent by airmail. I don’t know if this rare behavior brought good luck. His room was filled with peripheral products that were given as a prize for winning the postcard survey.
However, he basically has no interest in these products, and he keeps sending postcards just to give advice to the game company.
Yes, the things in this package were probably the peripheral products that were given out after winning a prize after sending a postcard there. As for what they were specifically, he was not interested at all.
But in Flat's eyes at this moment, the contents in the package were like treasures. After hearing the professor's words, his face showed the most dazzling expression in his life: "Is it really for me? Thank you! Really.
…Thank you so much! I’m so lucky to be your student! I love you so much!”
After saying that, he turned around and ran away excitedly, leaving only a confused El-Melloi II.
"..."
Seeing his disciple running away with tears in his eyes, El-Melloi II was speechless: "He should have used perspective magic to see what's inside, right? When did this kid become obsessed with things like mobile phones?"
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A few minutes later, El-Melloi II returned to his room. While thinking about his unscrupulous disciple, he looked at a cabinet deep in the room. The cabinet was locked with a double lock of physics and magic.
El-Melloi II came to the cabinet, carefully opened the lock, and reached out to take out the contents. It was a piece of cloth placed in a special storage box. The cloth looked very old and tattered.
, it should have no practical use.
But it is the most closely guarded item in this room. From this point of view, this piece of cloth is not just a rag.
"I actually want to follow other servants and conquer the world." Thinking of the joke Flat made just now, El-Melloi II frowned and raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I didn't expect that I would hear such stupidity from my own students.
It’s something that makes people nostalgic.”
He looked at the piece of cloth in the box with a slightly nostalgic look and whispered to himself: "I originally planned to give this to him if I couldn't stop it. Now should I thank God for canceling this option for me?"
This piece of cloth does have a great origin. In fact, El-Melloi II also participated in the so-called Holy Grail War when he was young. However, unlike the young man who yearns for the Holy Grail War now, he was forced to be involved.
At that time, he was just an inexperienced magician.
But even though he was like this, under the leadership of that man, he had an unforgettable memory that even changed his life.
Yes, this piece of cloth belongs to that man, that is a king, a king whose ideal is to conquer the world.
In fact, El-Melloi II was really looking forward to what kind of sparks would happen if he met this boy who dreamed of following his followers to conquer the world. However, the Holy Grail War was too dangerous, and he also didn't want his disciples to be involved.
In such an incident, I have been hesitating.
But now it seems there is no need to hesitate.
That kid seems to have given up.
Thinking of this, El-Melloi II closed the lid of the box, recalled what happened just now, and complained helplessly: "Although I am not qualified to say such things, how can a private letter be handed over to others? Forget it...
It's not just a valuable item, I hope that item can really make him forget about the Holy Grail War."
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A few days later.
It's past noon in Snowfield Central Park, and the sun is blazing.
Flatt didn't do much packing before hopping on a plane and flying directly to the United States.
Although he had conducted a rough investigation on the Holy Grail War, he knew nothing about the details. Normally, he would not be qualified to talk about participating in this state. But at the moment, Flatt was happily admiring the words floating on his right hand.
Pattern: "It's so handsome. Will a command spell disappear once used?"
He touched the Command Seal in his hand over and over again, chanting a few words from time to time. But in a blink of an eye, he dropped his shoulders in disappointment: "It seems to disappear. Well, you must not use the Command Seal!"
If anyone related to the "Holy Grail War" were present at this time, they would probably ask Flatt how he could see through the command spell system that "disappears once used".
Yes, this young man did not understand the rules of the Holy Grail War, but he understood the characteristics of the Command Seal system just by observing the Command Seals.
Flatt admired the command spell for a while, then unfolded the cloth bag in his hand.
There was a red and black dagger inside, the shape of which was too evil to be flattered. Although the dagger was not sharpened, the luster of the blade exuded an indescribable sense of luxury.
"However, I really want to thank the professor. He pretended to be a pushover, but actually prepared such a handsome relic for me!"
Until he took out the dagger from the box, Flat still didn't realize that he had misunderstood, and even ran to such a place alone.
But the miraculous thing is that even though the object in his hand is not the so-called 'Holy Relic', the Holy Grail chose him. The Command Seal marking his qualification to participate in the Holy Grail War was engraved on his body.
Flatt looked at the dagger and then at the command spell, and muttered something from time to time as before. About half an hour later, something happened in the park. If other command spell holders knew about it, they might be on the spot.
Fainted. It was a true miracle. Even if his teacher El-Melloi II was present, he would be kicked by his knees three times before praising him irritably.