Collapse, surrender to me!

But now, things are gradually becoming clearer, as if the fog has dissipated.

Kyubey himself felt this as well.

But this is normal, as the level of the Imaginary Number Tree itself is one level higher than it.

With the sapling, Grayshu's talent will be further improved.

After all, Grayshu's ability to dye was something she had before she was favored by the studio.

The seeds of all abilities in this universe essentially come from the Tree of Imaginary Numbers. So with the sapling, Graysh's own abilities will also advance.

In Kyubey's eyes, if the previous Grayshu was just a person with mixed energy in his body, he was still a human being.

Now Grayshu is no longer a human being, but a small human-shaped imaginary tree.

However, compared to the previous mess that could be seen at a glance, now that he has not reached a certain level, it is impossible to notice Grayshu's abnormality.

There is a kind of return to nature.

At least in Blanca's eyes, her daughter seemed like...she had never undergone super transformation surgery.

Even for the person who came to the studio.

I didn't expect that the owner of the studio in this different world was an ordinary twelve-year-old girl.

"After the Chinese New Year next month, I will be thirteen years old."

Gray said seriously.

Her age is of course calculated based on the collapsed world.

"Nineteen-year-old big brother, Weber, welcome to the studio."

Now, without the person asking, Grayshu can know the other person's identity.

Webber Velvet.

A seemingly ordinary boy.

That's the age when you just go to college.

This is indeed the case, except that the other party is attending a school in London called Clock Tower.

"Another world...?"

Waver's ability to accept things is very strong. After all, for a magician, the existence of another world is understandable.

However, it is a bit outrageous to be able to open the time and space node into the clock tower.

He was just wondering during the break when a new studio appeared in the clock tower, and when he entered, he was right in front of Grayshu.

"Would you like a painting? It's free."

Grayxiu looked at the 19-year-old brother in front of her.

Arrogant yet self-deprecating, young people are full of vigor but have no clear goals for the future.

He is not the type who hides his emotions, and his emotions can be seen at a glance.

They seem to be no different from ordinary college students.

"Draw me?"

Weber was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly.

It’s not that he didn’t believe in Grayshu’s painting skills.

He is not stupid. The guy who can travel through time and space and pull him out of the clock tower is really terrifying.

Although Grace looks like an ordinary little girl.

But Weber doesn't take it seriously.

Mainly because he felt that he had nothing good to draw now...

After all, he hadn’t washed his face or brushed his teeth when he woke up in the morning, and his hair was messy. It would be too much for Gray to draw this... He is not a lolita complex, but he still has self-esteem.

Grace saw through the other person's thoughts.

"Then come back when you feel you can."

As she spoke, the girl handed a paintbrush to Weber.

……

Clock tower.

Why should a wizard's future prospects be determined by bloodline?

Why does the reliability of a theory depend on the experience of the older generation?

Weber felt that this was wrong.

However, no one took Waver's question seriously.

So in order to impeach the corrupt system of the Magic Association, Waver wrote a paper.

The name of the book is Asking the Magic Road in the New Century. It was the result of three years of conception and one year of writing.

This was his masterpiece, a fierce attack on old ideas, written after much thought. The ideas were clear and rigorous, without a single flaw.

At least that's what he thought.

But the lecturer of the spirit-calling department just read it once and threw it away.

unforgivable.

It is so unfair that a talent like mine that could shock the whole world was wiped out because of the dictatorship of an authority.

But his anger was meaningless, and he was still just a small transparent person in the clock tower.

During the days when he was unable to vent his anger, Weber suddenly heard a rumor.

Legend has it that the renowned Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelago decided to participate in a magic competition held in the Far East in order to add another glorious chapter to his vain resume.

Waver began to look up information about the details of the Holy Grail War overnight and was deeply attracted by the shocking inside story.

The Holy Grail, a wish-granting machine that hides enormous magical power, is at stake, and Heroic Spirits are made to appear in the modern world, and driven into a duel to the death.

Titles, authority, everything has lost its meaning, it is all about the real competition of strength.

That is indeed a bit barbaric, but it is indeed a simple and fair way to determine the pros and cons.

This is a great opportunity for talented people who have never been recognized to show their talents and an ideal stage to showcase themselves.

The goddess of luck finally smiled at me.

Until this day.

A hero's holy relic and ordinary mail were entrusted to Waver, a disciple, to pass on to his mentor. Originally, this mail should have been opened only in the presence of Kenneth himself.

Waver immediately realized that it was the medium used to summon Servants in the Holy Grail War.

At this time, he encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

That is to take the holy relic that originally belonged to Kenneth.

He no longer had any attachment to the decaying clock tower.

The glory of the top graduate's gold medal is nothing compared to the honor brought by Fuyuki's Holy Grail.

When Waver Velvet wins the war, the Magic Association's minnows will crawl at his feet.

He naively thought so.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, another thought suddenly came to my mind.

——You took your mentor's holy relic to prove yourself, will you really be recognized? No, you are just a thief, and Kenneth will only think that you stole the honor that should belong to him.

You can't prove anything.

……

The holy relic belonging to the Great Emperor was finally placed on Kenneth's desk.

Weber didn't take it.

But he did not give up the opportunity to prove himself.

If he challenged his mentor in the Clock Tower, he would only be ridiculed. Participating in the Holy Grail War was his only chance.

Therefore, the problem now is that he needs a new relic to participate in this Holy Grail War.

But since he is not from a famous family, where can he find the holy relics?

The remnants of those famous figures have long been taken in by various institutions and organizations.

The date is approaching day by day.

Weber was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Until he saw the paintbrush that Greshu gave him.

The existence of the other world should be no worse than those heroes in history.

Weber thought.

So he hesitated for a moment and came to Gracie's studio again.

After all, unlike the Heroic Spirit, he had met Grayshuin before, so if he had any ideas, he had to seek Grayshuin's opinion first.

……

"You want to drag me into a fight?"

After listening to Waver's words, Gresh shook her head.

She doesn't like fighting.

Chapter 440: Lucky EX Lancer!

To be honest, the number of times that Grace had done something herself was very few.

All along, she mostly helped others instead of taking the initiative to change anything.

Madara, Captain Levi, Shinji Ikari, Luo Ji... Generally speaking, Gray Shu only provides methods.

As for what these people want to do, you have to ask their own hearts.

Just like Naruto is still overgrown with weeds and desolate today.

If it was Grace herself, this probably wouldn't be the case.

But she respected Madara's choice.

As for the Weber in front of him...

"Is it really useful to participate in this kind of Holy Grail War?"

Grace didn't quite understand.

According to Weber, he wanted to prove himself.

But the problem is...

"The main force is the Heroic Spirits, right? Even if I win, people will just say I'm awesome. What does that have to do with you?"

"No, a servant is a familiar, and it also counts as a magician's ability."

Weber explained with difficulty.

It’s like a group of people playing a professional League of Legends game. When they win, the one standing on the podium is the player, not a hero.

Even if that hero is so strong that he must be banned.

For the Holy Grail War, these Heroic Spirits are the selected heroes, some are strong and some are weak, but compared to the game, Heroic Spirits are the equivalent of living weapons.

"Of course, Gray, you are not a weapon, I..."

"I understand. I won't misunderstand you."

Grayshu looked at Waver's flustered expression and nodded obediently.

Then another question was asked.

"What if I help you get the Holy Grail, and you defeat your mentor and get the honor? What happens next? Who do you think you are? What kind of person do you want to be?"