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

Presumably, he would also struggle for decades in pursuit of happiness just like in the simulation.

A person's destiny is not simply determined by innate factors, just as life can always find a way out in despair.

Just as he became a hero and saved Medusa.

To admit it would mean denying the basis for him to become a hero.

That's why Moran intervened in the debate between Kenneth and Weber.

He couldn't ignore such a theory of innate and acquired nature.

After the heated confrontation between Moran and Kenneth, the atmosphere in the El-Melloi classroom struggled to maintain its original state.

Many people's minds have been misled.

Some people think Moran is a delusional lunatic.

Some people think that Moran is using the tail of a dog to pretend to be a wolf.

Some people also think that Moran might really have a trump card.

Click——!

A sound that was out of place in a magic place.

This is the sound of a camera that comes from modern technology.

"Mr. Moran... actually dared to confront Mr. Kenneth like that... How impressive! Really impressive...!"

A female student in the back seat.

She secretly filmed Moran with a camera hanging from her chest.

When Camus heard the words that innate factors do not determine everything, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

She was also of low descent.

Moran seemed quite dazzling to her.

Chapter 25: You don't dare to gamble, do you? [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

Boom——! !

The mist slowly rose and spread outward.

The floor was blasted into a shallow groove by the brutal impact, and the conflict between strength and beauty was perfectly reflected in this training ground.

This location is located underground in the Clock Tower.

It is a training ground for students to fight and study to their heart's content.

"Advanced Self-Defense—This is a course where magicians use their physical abilities to demonstrate vitality. Although the process is quite brutal, it is a fundamental course that can well demonstrate a magician's talent and level."

Kenneth explained indifferently with his hands behind his back.

The two students fighting on the field were from El-Melloi's classroom, who had just finished a fierce battle.

It is common sense for modern magicians to learn self-defense techniques.

This is necessary to deal with emergencies.

"Ahh... Self-defense class... This is the class I hate the most...!"

Weber put his head in his hands and said in frustration.

As Kenneth explained at the beginning.

The strength of self-defense is linked to the magician's talent level.

If they are talented magicians, they can use magic power to bless their bodies to be able to crush the ground and tear steel with their bare hands.

As for a talented magician like Weber.

When he performed the blessing, at most he hoped that the beating would not be too painful.

The performance gap between Webber and the excellent magician is too huge to be compared on a single track.

This poor performance is the so-called reality.

That is, what Kenneth said about bloodline and talent.

"Mr. Moran, I said I would give you a chance to prove yourself. I believe nothing is more suitable than this advanced self-defense course to let you and Mr. Weber understand that bloodline and talent are everything. Now, do you still want to prove your point to me?"

Kenneth said slowly and calmly.

Upholding the elegance of a nobleman and a monarch.

At the same time, he hasn't lost his arrogance.

In his opinion, even a foolish student should understand by now that bloodline and talent are everything.

If you admit your mistake and apologize sincerely.

As a teacher, he was able to act as if nothing had happened.

After all, people of low descent have limited horizons.

He could understand the reluctance of lower-level magicians, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the way he handled it.

As a teacher, as a traditional aristocrat.

Kenneth did quite the right thing on both sides.

"Teacher Kenneth...I..."

"Of course I have to prove it! If I succeed in proving it, then Mr. Kenneth, will you admit that you were wrong?"

Moran didn't give Weber a chance to speak.

He spoke frankly under everyone's stunned gaze.

Many people slapped their heads and held their foreheads, looking confused.

Even at this point he was still unwilling to admit his mistake. They were all surprised that there was someone in the class who was so stupid.

"Wow? This is beyond my expectation..

"To still cling to your own identity even at this point is commendable in terms of affirming your self-awareness. However, this is impossible. I don't think you have the ability to achieve this."

Kenneth said with a teasing smile.

He made a reasonable inference based on the current situation.

Weber next to him had already lost his mind. He had no idea where Moran was going with the suicide truck.

"Teacher Kenneth, you're not afraid to gamble, are you?"

Moran said calmly.

He used the most classic method of provoking someone.

"Oh...don't dare?"

Kenneth's gaze sharpened.

A terrifying aura was released.

Soon, he calmed down again.

The brain does not stop thinking because it is provoked.

After thinking for a moment, he guessed that Moran did this deliberately to provoke, and his purpose might be to get himself killed.

Once, as a monarch, you will end up like this.

Whether Moran and Webber win or lose, it will be a shameful thing for Kenneth himself.

Moran et al. are completely zero-cost.

If they lose, they can use the excuse that the monarch used his strength to suppress others.

Win? Kenneth didn't consider that Moran could beat him.

"You're just showing off your mediocre skills. This is such a simple provocation. Do you think I, Kenneth, can't see it?"

Kenneth did see it.

But his ego wouldn't allow him to avoid it.

Moran seized upon this pride.

"Why wouldn't I dare? No matter how you look at it, how could a monarch like me not dare? Moran Edelfelt, do you know the price you'll pay for provoking me like this?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid. If I can't prove it to you, then I can declare that I will never use magic again in my life. I wonder if the price is enough?"

Moran has an equally conceited ego.

What he said caused an uproar among everyone present.

This is worse than giving up his magic career.

Forcing a magician to give up delving into the mysteries is already a death sentence, and not allowing him to use magic is like not letting him breathe.

For a magician, there is no crueler price to pay than this.

Even Kenneth was a little surprised.

"Teacher Kenneth, I've staked such a huge sum on this, you have to do something."

"Hmph, what do you want?"

"Let me think about it~"

Moran didn't want anything in the first place.

But seeing that things have progressed to this point, it would be unreasonable not to make some money from Kenneth.

"I've made up my mind. I'll take one of the three basic magic cauldrons from your endless magical power, Mr. Kenneth! I'm betting everything I have as a magician on this, so it's not too much to ask for, right?"

"You're asking for too much! That's the most precious gift of my El-Melloi family! Do you know what you're talking about?!"

Kenneth was already amused.

How can you use your own secret treasure for gambling?

However, looking at Moran's confident look.

Did he really think he could win?

No matter how Kenneth thought about it, he felt that Moran could not win, but he also found his appearance incredible.

Something incomprehensible happened.

Even though he was a genius, he couldn't figure it out.

"However, if it's just the right to borrow it, I can still grant it to you as the head of the El-Melloi family."

"Okay, so be it."

Moran just wanted to make a little money to liven up the atmosphere.

No matter how valuable the magic furnace is, it is probably not as precious as his blood.

He agreed without hesitation.

This made Kenneth unable to see through Moran even more, and he had no idea what basis he had to bet against him.

Interesting, he found it very interesting.

This was the first time Kenneth, who had been a lecturer for many years, had encountered this.

If someone of Moran's bad blood could win this bet, it would truly be a miracle.

He couldn't predict what the miracle would be.

Even I, who am praised as a genius, have my moments when I run out of ideas.

Unconsciously, he wanted to answer the unknown.

I want to see what miracle Moran can perform to compete with me.

P.S.: I am begging for flowers, monthly tickets and evaluation tickets. I beg you! The author is worried because the results are not good enough!

Chapter 26: Rules, I'll crush them! [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly pass!]