Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

For magicians of Moran and Morgan's caliber, summoning heroic spirits is not difficult at all.

Even Mordred himself can do it.

Although her ability in the field of magic is not as good as the other two, she can completely crush modern magicians.

"Father....Sir....?"

Irisviel tilted her head in confusion.

She didn't understand what Mordred said.

"Cough cough..."

The perceptive Moran noticed something was wrong.

When Mordred heard the familiar dry cough, his eyes focused on Moran and Irisviel.

An expression of helplessness and speechlessness appeared on his face.

She was somewhat prepared for this.

After not seeing each other for a long time, she saw that Moran had a new beautiful and charming confidante.

Even Morgan teased it at one point.

This philandering man is never short of women around him.

She had long known about Moran's promiscuity from her mother Morgan, but who could blame Moran for being so affectionate?

"Hey, judging from this aura, are you a cyborg?"

“Eh… Y-yes…!?”

Irisviel felt a little apprehensive.

Seeing Mordred suddenly get closer to her, the doubts that had just emerged in her mind were dispelled.

The problem is thus solved.

Mordred and Irisviel started chatting.

As they are both artificial humans, they have a lot to talk about.

Although Mordred knew that Moran was promiscuous, she still respected and loved him.

I am so happy to have such a caring daughter.

Moran is truly heartwarming.

"Wow? The Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony, judging by the lingering aura at the scene, it seems to have succeeded. And that little girl from Einzbern, I see, it's the third method..."

Just when everyone was in a harmonious atmosphere.

The solemn and steady voice of an elderly man echoed in the large cave.

Mordred turned his head immediately.

She stared at the old man standing on the high slope, and her intuition told her that this guy was not someone to be trifled with.

"That is!?"

Tokiomi didn't know how many times he had been shocked.

It feels like I have to wear a pacemaker.

As the head of the Tohsaka family, there was no way he didn't recognize the old man who appeared before him.

"Huh? The descendants of Tousaka are here too?"

"You are based on the Grand Duke of Stone and Contract, my sect's Grand Master, the Mage Marshal—Kishua Zelrich Schubin-Og!"

For a moment, Tokiomi felt his mouth dry.

I was so excited that I couldn't stop shaking.

He only knew about this ancestor who had taught the Tosaka family the magic way through the stories told by his ancestors.

Although there are very few records about the ancestor.

However, Tousaka Nagato stored his memories of Zelritch so that future generations could know his majesty.

The Second Magician is well-known in the magic world.

It is almost regarded as a living myth.

"Hey, descendants of the Tōsaka family, how's the assignment I gave you regarding gem magic going?"

"This... my ancestor..."

"Hey, it's been hundreds of years. Are you all so untalented? The skills I taught you are still unmatched by anyone. It's really disappointing."

Zelrich shook his head and sighed.

He once opened a school to teach students gem magic, and Tokiomi's ancestor Tōsaka Nagato was one of his apprentices.

At that time, Zelrich left an assignment.

I want Tousaka Nagato to complete this simple after-school assignment, which is to forge a jewel sword.

There is no limit on time or method, just create it.

The Jewel Sword is the pinnacle of magical equipment, limited to the Second Magic. It can share and utilize the vast magical energy of infinite parallel worlds. It is an ultimate weapon, nearly as legendary as the legend itself.

"You have completed my basic lessons. Now, go and make the jewel sword."

The old man seemed to be saying something that was hard to say.

So, Tousaka Nagato's future was determined by Zelrich, and he really went on this path until the end.

The Tohsaka family has been aiming for this for hundreds of years.

Zelrich felt that this class of students was too useless, and was just forging his own exclusive ceremonial uniform.

How come you can't even do such a small thing?

Chapter 181: Tokiomi is shocked to the point of numbness [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

"...I am deeply ashamed."

Tokiomi lowered his head and was speechless.

His qualifications were not outstanding among the successive generations of the Tohsaka family.

Although Tohsaka Tokiomi has a certain reputation in the magic world and is regarded as a classic and excellent magician by people in the industry.

But, when it comes to completing the assignment assigned by Zelrich.

This was an important mission, like designating the crown prince of the Tohsaka family, but he was still a long way from achieving it.

I feel ashamed to say one more word.

"Well, your talent is far inferior to that of your predecessors. Your personality is the only thing that stands out. Keep working hard. I hope my expectations won't be in vain."

"Yes, remember the Patriarch's Church and never forget it."

Tokiomi nodded very solemnly.

Then, Zelrich shifted his gaze to Mordred.

He saw through the nature of the ritual at a glance.

Mordred instinctively picked up the royal sword out of vigilance, as the opponent's magician gave him a sense of danger.

No less powerful than the gods we once dealt with in the Sea of Stars.

In short, he is not easy to mess with.

"Hey, hey, hey, little girl, there's no need to point such a dangerous sword at me. I'm not here to fight. I'm just an old man passing by, just wanting to find out something."

"You old bastard, you sound so easy. You're just an ordinary old man passing by? First, put down your sword before you say that! You terrorist! How disrespectful of your elders!"

Mordred didn't give Zelrich any face at all.

The smile he showed was extremely aggressive.

Like a lioness poised to strike with her claws bared, a torrent of crimson lightning filled the air.

"Ha, I've been spotted. After all, little girl, I don't think you're someone who can be persuaded with words, so I still need to make these preparations.

"Want to fight? My old bones haven't moved in a long time."

There was a phosphorescent light in Zelrich's eyes.

His sight was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate his opponent.

The breath that rolled like fire was indeed too strong, just like the surging waves.

There is no visible fluctuation on the surface.

But underneath lies a power that can swallow everything.

Tokiomi and Irisviel were obviously unable to intervene, and just as the momentum between the two sides reached a stalemate.

Moran suddenly came into the sight of the two men.

Separated from the aura they released.

"Zelrich, do you still like to play with young people? If you want to fight, let me accompany you."

"Hmph, I told you I was only here to investigate. Now it seems you were the one who came up with this Fuyuki summoning technique—Molan, was your reincarnation successful?"

Zelritch pulled his hand back from his cloak.

The powerful aura disappeared completely.

He turned back into that dignified old man with a happy smile on his face.

"Yes, that's right. I thought you didn't even recognize my senior brother. You're so enthusiastic right from the start."

"Hahaha, you've been dead for so long, I can't just assume it's you who's been resurrected. After all, even Brisi-san and I haven't figured out your reincarnation. We have to confirm it, otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing if we make a mistake?"

Zelrich and Moran struck up a conversation.

The two of them seemed to have returned to the past, communicating happily in the tone of brothers without any distance.

It made everyone around him stunned.

Tokiomi once again tried to digest the shock. Mordred looked stunned, and Irisviel had a dazed look on her face.

"Father...he and this old man...are they fellow apprentices?"

"Ahem, after all, the Grandmaster is the second magician, and Master Moran is the third magician. It's not surprising that they have a connection. I just didn't expect them to be fellow apprentices... Two magicians from the same sect... This is no longer a miracle!"

Tokiomi felt like his facial muscles were about to cramp.

He tried to remain calm and graceful.

But since he started following Moran, every development has been subverting his cognition.

Just the scene of the master and Moran acting like brothers at this moment.

It made him feel a little dizzy.

"Hmm... so... I just yelled at that old man... did I make a mistake?"

Mordred touched his head, feeling very embarrassed.

The old man who showed up without asking is too suspicious...

That's why she was so cautious and started to argue on the spot. She never thought that the other party was an old friend of her father.

He had never heard Moran mention it before.

It's not surprising that Zelrich's identity is unknown.

"In other words, you stole the realm record tape? Only you, Moran, would dare to do something as reckless as this. It's not good to interfere with the world too much."

"You, you idiot, do you have the right to criticize me? You're always observing world lines, and you're always ready to disrupt things the moment you get a chance. Interfering with reality is like playing a game."

"What are you talking about? How can saving the world be considered a joke? I really care about the safety of the world. By the way, that girl, it seems like you have a special relationship with her."

Zelrich stroked the beard on his face.

He sensed a clue that could not be ignored from the magical aura that Mordred had just released.

Too similar to Moran.