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

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However, this is not necessary.

Because Luvia had already answered first.

"My name is Luvia Edelfeldt. Hehe~ You should know what this means now, right?"

"Edelfelt? Could it be...?"

"Yes, I am the next head of Edelfeldt and my elder brother's cousin! I came here to visit the Clock Tower, but I never expected to witness such a spectacular battle!"

Luvia's face was lightly flushed.

Although she is only seven years old, one can feel a hint of charm from her at this moment.

She is a beauty in the making.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with shining stars as she looked at Moran.

"Brother Mo Lan, don't be so reserved! You haven't called me yet!"

"Um...Luvia...cousin...?"

Moran's mind turned around.

Only then did he remember that this was indeed the case.

If we trace back based on family relationships, Luvia in front of him is indeed his cousin.

Because the Edelfelt family's attitude towards him was lukewarm.

He has never paid much attention to this relationship.

Now, a younger sister suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It really made Moran feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Well, just call me Luvia! You don't have to be so restrained when you're with me! Onii-san~!"

Luvia puffed up her face unhappily.

Even when angry, she is as cute as a doll.

It's just this subtle atmosphere.

If he and Luvia were not cousins, he might be considered to have some strange habits.

"Okay, what about Luvia...?"

"Ah! Onii-sama! That's so exciting!"

Luvia seemed very happy.

Seeing this scene, Kulauen couldn't hold back any longer.

Chapter 32: The Tragic Essence [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

"Miss Luvia, you are the next head of Edelfeldt, and Master Moran is the legitimate son of the branch family. Is this...?"

"Klauen, when is it your turn to order me around? Besides, with my brother possessing such superb wrestling and fighting skills, I don't care about the difference in status! I want to learn from him!"

Luvia is like a hyena guarding its food.

He held Moran's arm tightly and had no intention of letting go.

“But you are…”

"Humph! Before I became the next head of the Edelfeldt family, I was still a graceful lady. For a lady, freestyle wrestling is a compulsory course that cannot be avoided!"

Luvia's words made Klauen's vision go dark.

What a masterful sophistry this is.

Since when did ladies need to learn freestyle wrestling?

Obviously, the servant couldn't argue with the young lady.

"Master Moran, Miss Luvia may come to visit you frequently in the near future. Sometimes she will make some unreasonable requests. I hope you can be more tolerant."

"Haha...I will..."

A request to the servant Clauen.

Moran smiled awkwardly.

"Also, Lord Moran, your performance in this duel will undoubtedly be reported back to our family. Edelfeld adheres to the principle of never letting go of treasures once discovered. I apologize for my previous contempt for you. You are a jewel and gold that I cannot fathom."

Klauen bowed respectfully.

Like those who initially thought Morant was bound to lose, he also believed that Morant could not perform a miracle.

Moran had no feelings about Kulauen's attitude.

Because he knows that people are like this.

Respect has to be earned through your own abilities.

Before you want to gain respect, you must first see if you have the ability to gain the respect of others.

Moran clearly has it.

Then, gaining respect is inevitable.

The appearance of Luvia made people around gradually realize that the Edelfelt family was standing behind Moran.

No one dared to underestimate Moran anymore.

Afterwards, Luvia had to leave Moran reluctantly in order to complete the procedures for the clock tower.

As she left, she promised to visit again.

Moran didn't know what expression to make.

On second thought, having such a lovely sister following me doesn’t seem like a bad thing.

Presumably, the days to come will not be peaceful.

.......

"I, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, hereby admit my previous mistake of being overly confident in innate factors."

Kenneth in the video spoke with a tense face and spoke word by word.

It's like swallowing some poison.

Moran plays it back and forth with the camera.

This process was very enjoyable.

Camus also left with him after class. She was shy all the way as if she wanted to say something.

"Mr. Moran, do you want to take the videotape back to make a copy? Wouldn't that go against the promise you made to Mr. Kenneth..."

"Camus, you don't understand. I just told you to delete the video in the camera. Kenneth didn't tell me not to copy it. Such an interesting thing should be kept well."

Moran had a wicked smile on his face, like a profiteer.

Camus couldn't help but feel sorry for Kenneth for a second.

However, asking about the video was not her main goal; she wanted to use it to build a topic.

"Hey! Moran-san! I wonder if you have time! I know a great coffee shop nearby!"

Camus blushed as if he had dropped a bomb.

I can't suppress the restlessness in my heart.

When she finished speaking, she saw Moran putting his hand in front of her.

"Mr. Moran..."

Camus showed a confused expression.

Soon, she understood why Moran did this.

Step, step——

There was a dull sound as leather shoes touched the ground, and a dark figure was imprinted on the ground under the light of the street lamp at the corner.

It's like, blocking their way.

"Heh, Amleth, do you still want to compete with me? The result this time won't be very good."

Moran lowered his hand that was blocking Camus.

He was looking at the street corner.

The owner of the dark shadow was Amreth. Moran noticed him as soon as he approached.

No, this guy didn't hide his aura at all.

"Camus, you, you're so close to Moran as soon as you see him in power? You're just like a dog looking for meat! You bitch! All of you are the same kind of people!"

The wound on Amleth's face had not healed.

Under the cover of night, his roar sounded like the howling of a ghost.

Conveying that resentment and hatred.

Its posture is so ugly that people can't help but turn their heads away.

"Amleth..."

Camus was so shocked that he didn't know what to say

She could hardly imagine that the model student in her class could be twisted into such an ugly existence by hatred.

In the past, she was also at the bottom of the class.

Only by following the group of top students can you avoid being excluded by others and becoming an outlier.

Therefore, she admired Moran.

He who is regarded as a weak person longs to subvert and reverse reality.

Perhaps it's as Amreth said.

She is indeed a woman who can only cling to the strong.

Camus was convinced that the throbbing in his heart was not snobbery, but a yearning to reveal his true self.

At this moment, she expressed this love for the first time.

"The weak also have the right to speak out. Of course, they all have different ways of surviving. What's wrong with being true to yourself? Amleth, or are you jealous of Camus?"

Moran quipped playfully.

While responding to Camus' inner emotions, it also hit Amleth's sore spot.

"Shut up! Shut up! If it weren't for you! I wouldn't be kicked out of the El-Melloi classroom! I wouldn't be kicked out of the Clock Tower! You've ruined my future!"

Amreth pulled his hair like crazy.

He still remembered those cold gazes.

After Kenneth expelled him from the El-Melloi classroom, no subject was willing to accept him.

The reason is that even that genius monarch asserted that there was no future.

Then it is even less likely that they will teach mediocre people.

Magicians from all academic departments said this, labeling him as someone with no future.

This is the fall from heaven to hell.

And this was just Moran's situation before.

The simple change of status drove Amleth into madness, and all he wanted was to find someone to hate and blame.

Otherwise, he couldn't face this reality.

Moran saw through Amleth's pathetic nature.

Chapter 33: The Myth Appears, the Three-Headed Dog of Hell [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly pass!]