The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 466 Click to view the lineup of the Clock Tower's God-like Professor

dong dong dong——!
Suddenly, from within the deep, inky smoke that blotted out the sky, a loud thunderous song and the booming of war drums resounded. A blinding white light pierced the sky and crashed into the earth, exploding with a fierce impact. In the distance, large swathes of dark monsters were torn apart and pulverized amidst screams.

Exclamations erupted from the Clock Tower Express. Some of the freshmen, especially the girls, were terrified, thinking a thunderstorm had broken out, and cried out in fear. However, some rather daring magic novices cautiously peered out of the train windows, looking around. The upperclassmen frantically tried to maintain order and urge everyone to calm down, but their efforts were futile in the face of such a rare and magnificent spectacle.

The white-glowing incarnation of Thor—no, the guardian deity—gradually moved from illusion to reality in the air. Under the nearly dumbfounded gazes of the students, it swelled and grew taller step by step. With a wave of its hand, patches of thunderclouds cleaved down, and divine punishments resembling aurora pillars descended, bringing all the restless black monsters surrounding the train and even the vast wilderness into its attack range.

Caster, who was also watching this scene, was greatly shocked. She knew that Emiya could become a professor at such a young age, which meant that he must be very powerful, but she never expected that he would be so powerful, which was beyond the comprehension of her, a country girl from the fairy kingdom.

After all, she could only judge the abilities of the Tintarjeel fairy villagers based on her own understanding. By that logic, most fairies in the Fairy Kingdom were nothing more than a group of superhumans, perhaps comparable to a magician with exceptional skills. The truly powerful elite of the Fairy Kingdom were probably only the various fairy clan chiefs, the fairy knights of the capital, and the queen.

Boom! A beam of white light suddenly fell in front of him, and Castor instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes to avoid being blinded.

The guardian deity outside was simply the wielder of countless thunderbolts and the resurrected myth. Every time a bolt of lightning struck, it was accompanied by the disappearance of a vast expanse of darkness, while at the same time, the rumbling war song constantly resounded in my ears.

Caster was deeply moved by the music, and still couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the black-and-white world playing the magnificent thunderous electronic symphony, looking utterly captivated and delighted... Emiya glanced at her briefly, and thought to himself, "You've really enjoyed watching a special effects blockbuster."

But who played this background music?
God's Wrath.mp3
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"?" He and Nono turned their heads at the same time to look at Erii, and found that she had secretly taken out a phonograph and was playing the exclusive music of the God of Miku in Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Erii blinked innocently. It's normal to switch dishes during a battle, right?
Nono rolled her eyes and nodded, "Oh yes, you're absolutely right. You're even willing to pull out a collector's edition magic phonograph from the Da Vinci workshop to play music instead of electronic devices. You're so respectful of the times, it's making me want to cry."

The background music was great, very cool. Don't play it again next time.

Although he felt a little awkward about the forced background music, Emiya maintained his masterful demeanor of remaining expressionless and silent.

Under Caster's adoring gaze, he once again lightly swung his longsword, manipulating Thor's guardian spirit like a conductor's baton to move and sweep at high speed. The thunderclouds, like a divine cloak indirectly manipulated, spun rapidly around Thor's avatar with a force comparable to a super typhoon, spewing electricity and accurately striking countless blinking monsters in the darkness that were trying to project curse magic.

Some monsters didn't even have time to unleash their full malice before being crushed into anime form by a giant Thor over a hundred meters tall.

Monster: Damn it, you really underestimate me!
However, Thunder's efficiency was undeniably high. In the blink of an eye, those malevolent, glaring, and intimidating black monsters vanished completely.

Emiya looked up, and a powerful, lingering aura of energy, seemingly fixed in the distance, dissipated smoothly the instant he finished dealing with his surroundings. The direction appeared to be... the Clock Tower.

It seems that the Servants of this Singularity are quite formidable.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Really... the current situation shows that they don't need my support at all, right?"

In the pitch-black, cold night, the lake's black tide was still. A young woman in a professor's gown with long, glossy blue hair stood gracefully on the dark, shimmering water that reflected the moonlight. Her dark eyes gazed at the gradually dissipating thunderstorm in the distance, as well as the malicious curses that had visibly crumbled and become almost imperceptible. She sighed.

Behind him stood Principal Hohenheim, gripping his cane in the cold wind, and the Clock Tower Castle, hailed as the highest academic center of magic in this century, a classic European architectural complex with a particularly eye-catching pointed clock tower.

Just moments ago, the immense magical power emanating from the Clock Tower Castle vanished without a trace. The countless nodes within the castle, which had activated dozens of barriers and high-powered magic cannons, also disappeared, leaving the academic institution harmless once more. It was as if all the changes were an illusion.

Principal Hohenheim treated the woman with great respect. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Professor Chiron and I divined that the unspeakable demon king would launch an attack while the new students were gathered at the academy, but we didn't expect that the helper we found would be so powerful."

“Powerful? Ha, superficial. It’s not just simple power… I sensed an aura of authority similar to that of Shulotl (the god of thunder in Aztec mythology).”

The woman said, “Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time to keep you company while you wait for the new inhabitants. Maintaining the castle is very important. Your ‘philosopher’s stone’ should be saved as a resource and used for other purposes, right?”

'Authority?' Upon catching a certain keyword, Hohenheim almost dropped his grip on the end of the staff. He took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that I've invited another powerful figure?
However, he eventually came to his senses and turned around. "Yes, in any case, thank you, Professor Tralock, for looking after my students."

“They are also my students,” the woman named Tralock corrected. “If there were any accidental injuries or deaths, the castle’s welcoming ceremony would be rather lackluster, wouldn’t it?”

Although his tone was detached, Tralock's speech conveyed his concern for the students.

Hohenheim nodded and smiled. "Next, I should remind dear Helena not to include any strange theosophical rituals in the school's welcoming ceremony..." ————

After a short but thrilling and memorable journey to school, Custer finally arrived at the Clock Tower Academy, which he had long yearned for.

She felt that this journey was too exciting. One of the most memorable events she had ever experienced was when she was insulted and bullied by several fairy friends while farming.

Now, Castor, along with Nono, Erii, and Mash, has separated from the other freshmen and upperclassmen, while Emiya, as a professor, is also taking an unconventional path.

As arranged, the new students will board small boats and navigate a calm, dark lake with no ripples. This lake is said to be called "Lake of the Moon," the place where the founders of the Clock Tower once sailed. The purpose of letting the new students take this trip is to experience the arduous journey of the college's early days.

(But in reality, the Secret Service, which is incredibly wealthy as the school board's financier, faces numerous challenges: Is it tough? Absolutely.)
Many of the newly enrolled magic apprentices found the promotional jargon overwhelming. Nono kept saying, "Stop reading it! Stop reading it!" Caster, however, had never experienced the torment of a leader's speech and listened with great interest. She and Erii also discovered that many more freshmen were discussing the attack that had just occurred on the train, arguing about the details of the incident and even getting red in the face.

Some say there was a monster thousands of meters tall outside, which was then instantly defeated by the professor on the train who unleashed hundreds of thousands of lightning bolts with his wand. Others say it was the return of a mysterious figure leading 7.2 million demons to destroy the world, and then the savior displayed his divine power, summoning the god of thunder to obliterate the mysterious figure. Still others say that the world had actually been destroyed, and everyone was dead, but the professors joined forces to unleash a super magic spell to reverse the flow of time and restore order, thus averting all the calamities…

"?" Caster had been listening to the rumors all the way, and they were getting more and more outrageous. She felt confused but impressed. But when she heard a version of the rumor involve her, she was full of question marks. She thought to herself, "What does Emiya have to do with me? Should I just let him have this hot potato of a savior? I, the fake savior, can just cling to his leg and be done with it."

The group of people rowed ashore, the cold night wind blowing as they trudged through the mud, making their way to the brightly lit, enormous castle. A short, purple-haired woman in academic attire was waiting for them with a smile.

She waved her finger, and the magic book in her hand seemed to exude a magical power like a humid breeze, instantly cleaning the freshmen's wet or muddy shoes and socks, magically making the damp shoes that were touching their toes clean and dry.

“Helena Blavatsky, the vice principal here—or, of course, I prefer to be called the dean! The dean of the Clock Tower!”

The purple-haired, intellectual girl spoke quickly, “Normally, you can call me Professor Blavatsky, but you are not allowed to call me Mrs. Blavatsky! As for magic, whether ancient or new, I can teach you everything… Alright, now let’s hurry and enter the hall; the professors must be getting impatient. Just a reminder, please don’t deliberately make the castle dirty and cover it in mud, or Professor Tralock will be unhappy.”

Castor felt like he had received a huge amount of information in an instant, his mind was buzzing, but who was Professor Tralock?
Mash, the know-it-all beside her, quickly explained, "Tralok, that's the name of the rain god in Aztec legend. In mythology, he ruled the third world but was ultimately destroyed by fire rain. And the upperclassmen say that Tralok is a professor of minerals, one of the most unapproachable professors in this school..."

Mash lowered her voice as she said this, "It is said that the consequence of angering Professor Tralock is that you will encounter a series of unlucky events in the castle for a week."

"An unlucky incident?" Erii asked curiously, "How unlucky could it be?"

Mashu scratched her cheek. "For example, getting your foot stuck on the stairs, accidentally wandering into a weird classroom, hearing a female ghost crying while using the restroom, and being haunted by a mischievous ghost who likes to play pranks and scare students with props, etc... There are all sorts of rumors, but it's not certain if this includes ordinary unlucky events."

Erii's eyes lit up as she listened, then she glanced at Nono, "Wow! Crying Myrtle, Mischief!... Dear sister, we need a Marauder's Map!"

Nono stood with her hands on her hips, deep in thought. A fleeting flash of inspiration from her profiling allowed her to grasp the key point: "It's related to the castle... It feels like to make something like this, besides the technology, we can't get around Professor Tralock."

"Huh?" Caster couldn't understand the encrypted conversation between the two. He even wondered how they communicated so seamlessly when he witnessed the conversation between the two naughty girls and the goddess. Were they really twin sisters?

Mashu swallowed hard. She didn't have time to say that the female ghost's name seemed to be Nursery Rhyme, and the troublemaker's name seemed to be Mephistopheles.

The freshmen didn't chat for long in the corridor. They eventually entered the magnificent hall. Castor's attention was quickly drawn to the spacious and brightly lit place. The starry night view on the dome was very eye-catching and attracted the attention of most students.

Hohenheim sat in the faculty section, smiling as he watched the bustling new and returning students take their seats. He waved his cane, and without any apparent magic, countless delicacies appeared automatically on everyone's plates: braised beef, roasted lamb chops, roasted potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, bacon bread, and other fragrant feasts instantly captivated the new students' stomachs. Castor, who had never seen so much delicious food, stared wide-eyed.

"I must warmly welcome the new students to the great community of the Clock Tower, and thank every new student who has chosen us. Although our school has a relatively short history, the world must acknowledge that our faculty is growing stronger than ever before!"

Hohenheim gave his usual brief speech, laying the groundwork for a natural introduction of the new professor, and led the applause:
"Let us welcome our new faculty members, all of whom are outstanding professors who have been tested by their peers! Professor Emiya of the Basic Individuals Department! Instructor Medea Lily of the Botanical Medicine Department! And Dr. Asclepius of the Infirmary!"
"Oh, and of course, there's also this Shakespeare lecturer who's in charge of the history department in the archaeology department!"

As the professors began their presentations, they all stood up one by one to look down at the students watching.

Emiya's expression turned subtly strange. He noticed that the Shakespeare was dressed rather flamboyantly and was pestering the professor beside him, incessantly recommending his own series of magic novels. Professor Circe, the zoologist specializing in metamorphosis, was smiling increasingly dangerously, as if he wished he could turn this rambling fellow into a pig at any moment.

Then look at Medea, the witch from our Chaldea, and the infirmary's medical god. This lineup of professors... is a bit hard to evaluate. There are serious academic geniuses and boastful slackers, but in a sense, they are also good at causing trouble. In short, the Caster series, which is good at making big moves, has been fully loaded.

...The clock tower is blessed to have you all!
(End of this chapter)