In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Aozaki Touko said sarcastically."

"If you're not dead, how could I possibly die? I would never die easily before reaching the pinnacle of the demonic path. However, what you've done has indeed surprised me. Not only have you completely outmaneuvered the Department of Law and Politics, but you've even returned here by incorporating aristocracy."

The old woman's voice was full of energy as she casually asked Aozaki Touko, "Is that boy standing on the stage your lover? You're even willing to share the credit for defeating the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles with him? It seems you've fallen too, my foolish disciple, in order to curry favor with those mediocre nobles."

—Inole Baruyeletta Atolohom

This was an elderly woman in her seventies, her face etched with deep and shallow wrinkles, yet radiating a vibrant life force. Her silver hair cascaded freely, exuding a wolf-like noble aloofness. Her attire was remarkably fashionable, a bold and vibrant green ensemble, the clever tailoring and styling showcasing her unique taste. A single glance at her in a crowd was enough to leave a lasting impression.

She is the head of the three noble families of the Clock Tower, Balyereta. She is the Lord of the Creation Department (Balle), and a magician of the Brand. She belongs to the democratic faction. A renowned heroine of the Clock Tower.

Although he possessed an extremely prestigious bloodline, he belonged to the democratic camp, just like the monarch Transylvania, and believed that personal ability transcended the factor of bloodline.

More importantly... she was Aozaki Touko's teacher in the art of magic.

And it was she who personally delivered the sealing designation to Aozaki Touko, who was disobedient and unwilling to join the democratic camp.

She never expected to meet Aozaki Touko again after so many years. It seemed she hadn't experienced any troubles during these years, remaining unscathed. Even more unexpectedly, Touko not only stood on the opposite side but also, with her formidable victory over the founder of the Dead Apostles, had gained significant leverage for the aristocracy. This forced her to recently relinquish some interests, a truly frustrating situation.

When she turned around and looked at the magician who was now on the high platform, who was just a "priest" but had received such credit and fame, she felt even more disgusted.

As one of the pillars of the democratic faction, she values ​​magicians' abilities the most. Right now, she really can't see what qualifications Lo Wei has to accept this achievement, or why he is given the title of future Grand Master by the aristocracy.

Even if he may have indeed been hiding his true abilities from everyone and deliberately concealing his strength, Luo Wei at the moment is at most just a minor official.

After all, geniuses like Aozaki Touko are extremely rare, and she didn't believe that Luo Wei, who had reached the level of a magic master in his early twenties, could produce another Kenneth.

'Yes, he's definitely not at the level of color... he's the kind who can't even stop at the level of crown.'

Aozaki Touko couldn't help but find it somewhat ridiculous that she could see what her teacher was thinking.

After learning the gist of the matter, these arrogant fellows stopped their investigation, and they mistakenly overlooked a crucial point—'It wasn't that they shared credit with Luo Wei; rather, they took credit that belonged to him.'

"Look at what you're saying. Although I wouldn't mind being lovers with him for once, after all, I always experience all sorts of wonderful things when I'm around him, and he's someone you can never get tired of. He's tens of thousands of times better than your grandson who tried to pursue me and even attempted to use a magic potion, so I crippled him. But unfortunately, that guy is completely a block of wood, no, he should be called a stone... He obviously has no intention of pursuing happiness yet."

"You actually dare to bring up things from the past?"

"Why wouldn't I dare? You don't think I still respect you, do you?"

"Besides... isn't it only natural that I joined the aristocracy? Back then, I simply refused to marry into your family, and you secretly applied for a sealing order for me when I was severely injured by that silly sister. So even if I come back, I wouldn't be stupid enough to go to your side, right? On the contrary, the fact that I didn't kill you here... is only because of that guy on the stage."

Aozaki Touko lowered her voice, showing no fear in front of her teacher. Even when uttering those threatening words, she spoke as if it were a joke. But anyone could tell she was absolutely serious.

"Hmph, you think you can do it?"

"What do you think? Although I'm not the kind of magician who specializes in killing magic, killing a useless person who has studied magic for most of his life but is still only at the Color Rank is more than enough. However... I still want to give you a piece of advice: don't underestimate that guy on the stage. With your short-sightedness, you absolutely cannot imagine what kind of miracles he possesses."

"As expected, you're as arrogant as ever... However, I've become interested in that young man you mentioned, and I hope he really is as amazing as you say, otherwise—"

The old woman snorted coldly, then raised her head and looked at the figure on the high platform.

"He will pay a heavy price for his arrogance this time, just like you did back then."

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Chapter 152 An Unprecedented Auction

In the bustling banquet hall, laughter and chatter filled the air, a cacophony of clinking glasses and lively conversation. He stood in the center of the high platform, without a lengthy opening speech, without elaborate lighting, and without a microphone or other amplification equipment. Everything was so simple, yet in this noisy environment, his unique aura inexplicably stood out, as if the surrounding liveliness became mere background, drawing everyone's attention involuntarily to him.

Lovi quietly and alone ascended the steps and stood before hundreds of magical nobles from different families around the world.

On the high platform, a skylight quietly opened, as if specially reserved for the moonlight. The silvery moonlight poured down like water, passing through the skylight without reservation, illuminating Luo Wei's tall and slender figure directly.

Bathed in the cool moonlight and surrounded by a flood of gazes, he walked calmly to the front of the stage, his figure gradually becoming hazy and indistinct under the moonlight.

Below the stage, the eyes of hundreds of magicians were like threads, tightly entwined around Rowe. Their gazes followed him closely, watching every subtle movement he made throughout the entire process.

In these intersecting gazes, emotions surged: longing, greed, prying, anticipation, or perhaps... indifference.

At this moment, apart from Aozaki Touko, who truly knows Luo Wei inside and out, no one else is optimistic that Luo Wei can handle the current situation.

Even Kenneth is the same.

Even though Rowe's magical skills certainly qualify him for the "Grand" rank, he is a magician destined for greatness and with a high probability of reaching the Root in the future.

However, he still has a fatal flaw.

That is... he's too young, you could even say he's excessively young.

Even though his talent in the demonic path was extraordinary, his experience was something that talent could not compensate for.

At this moment, apart from the younger generation who came to broaden their horizons, the magicians present were all veteran magicians who had made a name for themselves in their fields decades ago. Even he, as the monarch, was far too inexperienced compared to these guys, let alone Luo Wei, who was now on the stage.

Just over twenty years old, a junior who has come of age, how can he possibly face these old foxes, each of whom is two or even three times his age?

However, sometimes, winning or losing isn't just about the moment; there are plenty of opportunities to get it back in the future.

His requirement for Lovi was not to keep all of the Magic Eyes, but to keep 30% as the greatest success. He could, of course, throw away the rest, and then he, as the teacher, and the aristocratic forces would divide it up to the greatest extent possible.

No matter what he does, this banquet will not be a loss for aristocracy.

If Lovi is truly exceptionally talented and manages to preserve half of the original through his own means, then the old aristocratic folks would be happy to see the rise of a second Barthezello.

After all, the aristocracy has not made any major moves for many years, and its internal problems are far greater than imagined. Some of its members have long been eager to make a move over the distribution of benefits.

For example, Acherlot is a typical example. Although aristocratic, he had a strong media influence and, until his predecessors, even dabbled in military enterprises. That is to say, the more people involved, the less clear it became who would betray them, which is the biggest weakness of aristocracy.

So even Barthezmero wouldn't mind seeing a second hopeful leader emerge to give those guys a wake-up call, regroup, and tear a piece of flesh from democracy.

Originally, she and Euryphus valued Kenneth, who was hailed as a child prodigy in magic, the most, but now...

Because of Lo Wei's contribution in the campaign to subdue one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, she was willing to give him support and opportunities. Euryphus, like Kenneth, knew this grand-disciple very well and therefore had high expectations for him.

They all hoped that Loewy could bring new surprises to aristocracy.

This banquet was the best test for him, and everyone was looking forward to it.

"..."

The atmosphere froze again. The moment Rowe stepped onto the platform, all the magicians below, regardless of which family they were from, stopped talking, showing respect to the aristocracy behind Rowe. Then they all looked up and watched intently, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Brother..."

"teacher……"

Below, Reines, and on the second floor, Grey clenched their fists, silently praying for Rowe.

Lehman and his daughter Yvette, who had arrived with the Law and Politics Department, were also watching Rowe's every move, eagerly anticipating the performance of the man who had created a miracle on the train.

"It's Brother Crowley!"

Yvette, standing to the side, had her eyes sparkling with admiration as she looked at Lovi. After what happened on the Magic Eye Collection Train, she naturally became a fan of Lovi.

“Mr. Crowley…”

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had just finished talking with Kenneth, couldn't help but feel a little sentimental when he saw Lovi take the stage.

Just a few months ago, the magician was still a greenhorn in his own eyes, but now he has reached such a position. Not only did he win the final victory in the Holy Grail War, but he is also able to stand on such a stage.

Being able to perform under the watchful eyes of so many powerful figures in the demonic path was something he had dreamed of since his youth. He never imagined that Luo Wei, at just over twenty years old, would achieve what he had spent his entire life striving for.

Indeed, there is no insurmountable gap between genius and mediocrity.

but……

Knowing that Sakura has joined such a family line, her future is destined to be happy.

A genuine smile appeared on Tokiomi Tohsaka's face.

……

On the platform, Luo Wei had reached the very center. Even without a portable microphone or amplifier, his voice still echoed far and wide when he spoke. His long, magnetic voice was like a gentle breeze caressing everyone's ears.

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Rowe Crowley, and I am the organizer of this banquet. So, on behalf of the Crowley family and the El-Melloi School, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to everyone and thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in the banquet I have prepared."

Luo Wei began with a very brief self-introduction.

Upon hearing the abbreviation "El-Melloi School," Kenneth's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile, his expression one of utter smugness.

"There are many theories about the purpose of this banquet. For example, it could be to celebrate my miraculous survival on the Magic Eye Collection Train and my successful discharge from the hospital, or it could be to make a name for myself in my upcoming advancement exam. But I know that if it were only for that, all of you renowned magicians would not come to perform with a junior like me. So I'm going to reveal the real mystery that you all have been waiting to see."

There were no complicated opening remarks or any showy performances.

With just a few words, many magicians below were impressed by Lowe's humble yet dignified demeanor.

Similarly, they don't come here to watch meaningless performances and follow rules; they like this direct approach.

Kenneth also thought Lowe's performance was very good.

Such an opening not only showcased the demeanor of the nobility, but also took pragmatism to the extreme.

However, everyone's attention is clearly not on his opening remarks, but on his final question: "What is the real answer?"

Is it to clarify the rumors and prepare to deny them to the death? Or is it to prepare for...?

After careful consideration, everyone felt that it was probably the latter. After all, the Crowley family was too small. Even with the El-Melloi school, such a six-generation family couldn't handle this pie.

If one is truly determined to force oneself to consume all the resources, it will undoubtedly lead to overexertion and incur the hostility of other factions. It's worth noting that the last discipline to generate hostility due to consuming too many resources was the botany family.

Having learned from the other party's example, Kenneth, with any sense, would know what to do. He could employ the clock tower's political tactics, divide the spoils, and then use the opportunity to cultivate a group of allies and expand his network—it wouldn't be too much of a loss.

The audience's gazes darted around, and they thought to themselves.

They clearly didn't take Lowe, the priestly magician, or the so-called Crowley family seriously, but instead regarded his every move as the instigation and means of his teacher Kenneth, the Mineral Science School, and the aristocracy.

However... this banquet will far exceed their expectations.

"Since this is a rare and grand event, if I were to simply give a verbal account, my eloquent speech would surely lack flavor and enjoyment, wouldn't it?"

"Ok?"

The crowd below the stage had various expressions, clearly not understanding what Luo Wei was trying to say.

"So instead of giving a dry explanation, I'm going to let you all see for yourselves what the truth hidden behind this is. Please don't blink."

There was no answer. Luo Wei continued talking to himself. Then he snapped his fingers lightly, and then—accompanied by a flash of golden light and a flick of his right hand, something was gently taken out from an unseen special space.

Bathed in golden light was a cylindrical, transparent container, but because the golden light was so dazzling, only the monarchs sitting in the front row could see what was inside.

"Wow, he really dares to do something like this!"