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But this was enough for Rin to understand the structure and relationships of the magic world.

While chatting, they arrived at the gate of the clock tower.

Chapter Three: The Terrified El-Melloi II

Rin gazed at the clock tower with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

"We've finally arrived. Let's go check out the magic trick my father logged into."

"Let's go."

Shirou nodded and followed Rin inside.

The tower has gained even more historical significance than it did ten years ago, with moss and vines climbing its walls and a thin layer of frost covering them in the winter.

Occasionally you can see a few students walking by, but they are almost never walking in groups.

The atmosphere at this magic academy is somewhat different from that of ordinary schools.

Of course, it may also be because the Clock Tower is the magic organization that values ​​noble bloodlines the most. Families without sufficient historical background have a very low status in the Clock Tower.

One can imagine how difficult it would be for a student like Webber, from a low-status family and with extremely poor magical talent, to improve his status in a magician's society that places great emphasis on class. It would be an impossible task.

Webber is the third generation of magicians in the Velvet family, but his first aunt was just a magician's mistress who only learned basic magic from whispered conversations in bed. His second mother also inherited magic with the awareness of "cherishing her mother's important memories." So, it was Webber's generation that truly began to seriously explore magic.

Both the magic circuits and the magic inscriptions were of extremely poor quality. If his parents hadn't passed away, Waver probably wouldn't have so readily given up all his wealth to raise the funds for his enrollment and entered the Clock Tower penniless.

Otherwise, Weber might never have witnessed such a colorful and fantastical extraordinary world in his lifetime.

……

Can anyone tell what this is?

In the large classroom, a man with long black hair solemnly took out a photograph and placed it on the blackboard.

It appears to be part of a religious painting; the main subject of the photograph is clearly a scene of a sacred and solemn sky, but its focus is on a "burning wheel" that seems completely out of place with the landscape.

The wheel, like a guardian of the sky, floated arrogantly in the air, its outer side covered with countless eyeballs, staring intently at those who were watching it.

"I don't understand?"

"What an abstract painting!"

"Wheel Monster?"

Listening to the students' rambling chatter, the man scratched his head in annoyance.

"Isn't there a more decent way to describe it? This is one of the classic looks of an angel."

Judging from his appearance, this man is close to thirty years old.

Although the stubble wasn't properly trimmed, giving the impression that he was always unkempt, his long, casually growing hair surprisingly looked quite neat.

Although his taste in clothing is eccentric, it is not vulgar. In this respect, he does have the air of a young master.

"An angel?"

"Where is the angelic figure?"

"I only see one wheel."

The students' noisy chatter gave Weber a headache. He rubbed his temples and continued explaining to the group.

"The angels that appeared in paintings were largely influenced by Nike, the Greek goddess of victory, in the fourth century, and gradually became fixed as winged humans. In fact, there are other systems of angels, or rather, it is later people who have arbitrarily interpreted them as angels."

The man stroked his chin and continued.

"Reinterpreting those creatures that originally existed in mythology as angels is one situation. Another situation is to separate the powers that belong to God as angels. Although there are many hypotheses, the Throne you are looking at is closer to the former. It is an angel who uses its own body to carry the divine power of God."

"Is it shaped like a wheel because it's for transporting goods?"

"It is more accurate to say that it was believed to be an angel carrying the power of God because it was a wheel. In the holy book written by the prophet Ezekiel, he described the angel he saw in a vision as 'a wheel shining with the light of beryl, with an eye on one side.' There is also a strange hypothesis that it was actually an unidentified flying object (UFO)."

"Angels are UFOs!?"

Students issued

A surprised sound came from the crowd.

Seeing their reaction, the man smiled with satisfaction.

"In the 20th century, there was a group of people who wanted to connect everything to UFOs. After all, from Christian baptisms to Egyptian murals, you could find connections to UFOs in the smallest details. Flying wheels, while they might not have any profound significance, certainly stirred people's romantic feelings and imaginations, didn't they? Although some of them were just using hallucinogenic drugs like hippies, what was actually flying in the air was just their brains..."

The man began to explain at length.

That smug face held a contradictory mix of malice and childishness.

The man's name was El-Melloi II, and he was the head of the El-Melloi faction, one of the twelve noble families in the Clock Tower that had been granted the 'monarch' class.

Starting with the topic of angels, the discussion extends to the relationship between the minor and major sources in magic, appealing to the foundation of the world to trigger a cryptic ritual that can trigger any phenomenon that may occur in this world.

"The small source refers to an individual's vitality, while the great source refers to the magic that permeates this world..."

The bell rang, interrupting the lesson, but the man announced the end of class with a sigh of relief.

As the students began to stroll away, the man followed them out of the El-Mello classroom.

"call……"

Weber Velvet, who inherited the name of El-Melloi II, had just finished a class and stretched his slightly sore arms in the corridor outside the El-Melloi classroom.

The cracking sounds from his bones served as a reminder that Webber's current physical condition was somewhat worrying.

“…Let’s go home.”

Weber headed towards the stairs leading downstairs.

While looking out the corridor window at the same unchanging view no matter how many times she saw it, she opened a metal cigar box and took out a cigar.

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However, before Webber could even cut off the end of his cigar, the figure that came up the steps in front of him made him gasp.

The red-haired boy, who had haunted him countless times while he slept, seemed to have emerged from the nightmare and appeared before him.

It was as if Death itself, wielding a scythe, was slowly approaching him.

Weber's mind was filled with this kind of brainstorming that could be described as chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), and his hand holding the cigar trembled slightly along with this stormy mood.

Chapter Four: Rin is on Fire

Damn!

Why is that man here?!

What is he here to do?

What is he going to do?

What is he going to do to me?!

Weber's brain, caught in a mix of tension and fear, was frantically processing all sorts of guesses, like an overloaded machine that was almost about to burst into flames.

"calm down……"

Although he was giving himself these suggestions in a low voice, the fact that a fine sweat was starting to seep from his forehead showed that this was no longer a nightmare that could be eliminated by psychological magic like suggestion.

His clenched teeth made his cheeks stiff and painful, but Webber seemed oblivious, his gaze not daring to move an inch.

"You look very nervous. What happened?"

Shirou looked at Waver with some confusion and asked curiously.

Since he had a fairly good impression of Waver, Shirou didn't mind helping him out with a small favor.

"No...nothing's wrong...hahaha..."

Weber chuckled dryly, already praying in his heart that this plague god in front of him would quickly leave him.

He was confident about that Holy Grail War after a ten-year hiatus, after all, he had summoned the 'divinely gifted hero' Arjuna. But who knew that he would lose so quickly, it was a complete rout, without even giving him a chance.

While giving your all to your opponent is a sign of respect, this respect might be too much for Webber, making him feel overwhelmed and even causing him some PTSD.

When Waver left, he even had the leisure to give Amakusa Shiro some advice. I wonder how that guy is doing now.

"Is that so? But you don't look too well."

Shirou tried to cast a magic spell on Waver to slightly restore his physical condition.

It was as if a warm current had been injected into his body. Weber felt that the fatigue brought on by the high tension was greatly relieved. The physical exhaustion from teaching disappeared, and his eyes became bright and alert.

"..."

Weber was silent for a moment before mustering the courage to ask.

"Um... what exactly are you planning to do at the Clock Tower...?"

Upon hearing this, a warm smile appeared on the boy's face, and he replied gently, "A date or a trip."

Weber had never seen that smile on the boy's face before.

This is the first time.

The reason that battle maniac had become so gentle at this moment was probably the beautiful black-haired girl with twin tails next to him whose cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

"It's not a date! Shirou, don't talk nonsense..."

During the Holy Grail War, Waver was eliminated so quickly that he didn't even have the chance to meet any of his Masters other than Shirou, Loreleia, and Amakusa Shirou.

From this perspective, Weber really didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

Seeing the girl blush and deny Shirou's words with a smile that involuntarily curved her lips upwards, Waver immediately knew what kind of personality she had.

Hmm, she's a tsundere.

"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and find the next nobleman!"

Rin urged him on while pulling Shirou's wrist and leading him forward.

Shirou let the girl pull him away, then turned back to Waver with an apologetic smile, "We have some things to take care of, let's catch up later."

"Ah...um..."

Weber nodded blankly.

Weber only realized what had happened after the boy and girl had disappeared into the distance.

What's the point of reminiscing?