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

Amleth roared and mobilized his magic power.

The magic seals engraved on his body glowed brightly.

The breath of the technique was released.

"Amles! You want to take action here?! You're taking revenge on Moran like this! Do you think Mr. Kenneth will just sit back and watch?"

"I've been expelled from the Clock Tower! My future has been ruined by you! You bitch, you want me to consider the consequences!? And you're still protecting Moran like this! Camus! Do you like him that much?!"

Confrontation with others has never been Camus's forte.

She is a solitary and introverted person by nature.

Amleth's angry words touched upon the truth within him, and he became nervous and unsure of how to deal with it.

Her innocent shy reaction came out.

This immediately made Amreth even angrier.

"Guuuu, they're a pair of bastards! I don't care about Clock Tower Kenneth or anything else! At least I want you to pay the price for ruining my future!"

Amreth stared at the two people in front of him.

However, Moran took a step forward calmly.

It stood in front of Camus like a shield.

"So, your clown act is over? Is that all you wanted to say to me? Amleth, you said you wanted me to pay the price, right? Does that mean you want to kill me?"

Moran interrogated like a judge.

The indifferent and calm gaze is extremely disturbing.

But Amreth didn't care about this abnormal feeling at all. There was only a raging anger burning in his heart.

"Ah! Yes! Thanks to you!

The person I want to kill and torture the most right now is you! It's you, Moran Edelfelt!"

"Heh, I thought you were just short-sighted, but you turned out to be such a fool. Based on my personal principles, I'm giving you one last chance—escape, and maybe you can still survive."

Moran raised his head slightly and grinned.

In the past he was famous throughout Greece as a hero.

But this doesn't mean Moran is a good guy.

This is the compassion of a hero.

He will give advance notice and give the ignorant a chance to survive.

Although, most people didn't listen.

I guess the result will be the same this time.

As a hero, Moran will not kill innocent people.

However, he would not tolerate anyone pointing a knife at him.

"Escape? At this moment? You are not kidding, are you?

You are a poor student with low bloodline who can't even chant a complete spell. How can I, Amleth, run away from you?!"

Amleth scoffed in response.

The attitude is quite clear.

"In that case, you and I are no longer classmates in El-Melloi's classroom, but enemies in close combat."

Moran was completely unmoved by the ridicule.

Because, for him.

The person before him was no different from the dead.

"Mr. Moran! Amleth's magic skills are top-notch in the classroom! Let's go find Mr. Kenneth..."

"Camus, do you believe me?"

Moran's figure stands here like a city wall.

It seems that no matter what storm or disaster, it cannot defeat it, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

He performed miracles in self-defense classes.

It reversed the outcome that everyone had previously agreed upon.

"I believe you!"

Camus clenched his palms and nodded.

No need for too many words.

Just one sentence can reveal the emotion, an absolute trust that is enough to entrust one's life to the man in front of him.

"Oh, then just watch. Since then, I have recreated the power of past legends for the first time in modern times!"

Moran grinned, satisfied with the answer.

On the other hand, Amreth felt that Moran was courting death.

He remembered Moran's grades in the class.

You know, at the beginning, Moran couldn't even reach the standard for chanting the ritual, but I had already learned two sections of the chant.

"Die!"

Amleth hurled out a fiery fireball.

The same one he had used previously in the training ground.

He believed that he failed because of Kenneth's presence, and this time Moran would definitely not be able to stop it.

The red fireball was approaching rapidly.

If an ordinary person was hit, he would be killed to pieces.

Camus clenched her hands and stayed behind Moran. She had placed everything on the man in front of her.

No matter how dire the current situation is.

She would never leave.

"Ah......"

Moran's handsome face was licked by the firelight.

There was no thought of dodging in the face of such a threat.

He made only one move.

He waved his right arm as if fanning out a flame, and crystal clear scarlet blood spread out like gems.

Squeak—squeak—!!

The enormous amount of magic power contained in the blood forms an electric current.

They connect and conduct to form a grid.

The fireball stagnated the moment it came into contact with the blood, as if an invisible wall blocked it.

Snap, snap...

The strange sound of blood and flesh mixing together

It came like waves.

The blood squirmed and expanded as if it had consciousness, containing powerful vitality like breathing.

It's so weird that it's suffocating.

"what is that....."

Camus said tremblingly.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

I've never seen it before, and I've only glimpsed it in books. It's an incredible sight—

The huge and violent scarlet beast eyes were like car lights.

Three connected heads were spewing out hot white smoke.

The flames clung to the beast's body like a coat.

In just a moment, the thumb-sized drop of blood expanded into a hell monster the size of a bus.

"No, impossible! Impossible! Why, why! There's no spell being chanted! No signs of casting! There's no time to prepare in public! No, that's not right... This isn't a monster a magus can summon—!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell from Amreth's forehead.

His expression was as ferocious as before.

But the emotions had long been replaced by panic and fear, and every cell in the body was crying for help.

Even cognition is shouting.

That's definitely not a creature that can appear here.

"Hell...the three-headed dog...Cerberus!"

Camus was completely shocked.

Even her voice was trembling.

The brutal mythical beast that had only been heard of in textbooks actually appeared in reality.

Any magician would be stunned.

"Obviously... the only divine beasts found at the base of the clock tower...thirty floors below the Albion Tomb! Why is this happening, Moran-san?!"

"Oh, it's very well behaved."

Camus could not avoid this conjecture.

Thinking back, one can imagine the blood splattered by Moran.

The three-headed dog of hell emerged from it.

"Guluulu——"

The three-headed dog vented its hostility towards Amleth.

The raging fire attached to it caused the temperature of the street to rise rapidly, and the power it exuded was as surging as a tsunami.

In an instant, a huge pressure comparable to a mountain collapse came.

Chapter 34: The So-Called, Filthy Ending [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly pass!]

“Impossible! Impossible! How could Cerberus, the three-headed dog of Hell, appear in modern times?! This is a mythical beast that has been extinct for thousands of years since the Age of Gods faded away—!!”

Amleth slumped to the ground.

The terrifying feeling of oppression made him forget to breathe for a moment.

That is a creature that is impossible for humans to understand.

Those eyes as chaotic as a storm.

Those teeth are as sharp as mountains.

All of this speaks to the unknown.

It is the guard dog of the underworld and foreshadows the existence of death.

"Oh, there's nothing that's incomprehensible. If there is, it's just that your understanding hasn't reached that level yet."

Moran walked up to the three-headed dog of hell.

He extended his hand as if petting his own pet, so naturally that it was terrifying.

The problem was, Cerberus didn't resist.

It even lay down.

"No, no—this isn't real! This isn't true! This is an illusion! It's fake! You're kidding me!"