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Soon, after she commits suicide, her fate will come to an irreversible end.

From family, children to the future, the happiness he longs for will always be flawed and will continue to degenerate.

Thinking of this fate, Kotomine Kirei's face looked a little gloomy.

But perhaps, this would be the fate of a scum like himself. Even though he had not done any evil deeds in the past thirty years, his nature destined him to die in pain and sorrow even if he did good deeds throughout his life.

Kotomine Kirei stood up and walked towards the door outside the church without saying a word.

If you want to survive, you have to face these realities, even though that is what you least want to happen, what you hate, and what you try every means to avoid...

But no matter what, since things have become a foregone conclusion, there will always be a moment when even escape is not allowed and you can only face it.

No one understood these teachings from the Lord better than Kotomine Kirei, but at this moment, for some reason, every step he took was very slow.

This is to give yourself more time to pray.

Kotomine Kirei began to pray to the almighty god for mercy with the most pious attitude of his life.

No matter who it is, if there really is a God in the world, then please give him a little hope.

Save his wife’s terminal illness, save his daughter’s future, save his... destiny.

Of course, the final outcome is just constant disappointment.

In the past thirty years, no one has responded to him, and no superfluous revelations have appeared along the way.

Maybe it doesn't exist, or maybe we're too lazy to care.

After all, if God's miracles were so easy to perform, his stories wouldn't be called myths.

Kotomine Kirei stared at the door in front of him with indifferent eyes and slowly pushed it open.

But to his surprise, a strange young man was standing outside the church door.

He had a handsome appearance that made people feel close to him, but what attracted Kotomine Kirei more than that was his eyes.

Existing there are eyes that are like a pure and cold gem, like rust after being corroded by blood, which makes everyone who sees them tremble with fear.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Kotomine Kirei tried his best just to avoid being misled by that sacred feeling.

This elite agent, who had experienced countless battles, felt this kind of pressure for the first time.

A murderer, a monster, a devil, a god?

No... none of these things are enough to describe it.

He exhaled deeply, and watched the young man tilt his head in confusion, before Kotomine Kirei regained his composure.

"I'm sorry, I'm the priest here, Kotomine Kirei... This church is not open today, please come back another day."

"It's okay, I'm not here to pray," the young man shook his head and smiled warmly. "Besides, I should be the one to apologize, because I went to the hospital and was a little late."

"I'm Roland. So, let me ask you again after a long absence.

——Kotomine Kirei, do you believe in gravity?"

It has been reviewed, a little late, this volume is finished, and a new volume will start tomorrow.

Chapter 237: Confused El-Melloi II

"Time has been accelerated again..."

Looking at the sky that changed from being completely white to gradually regaining its color, Kuonji Yuju sighed.

Whenever she saw this kind of scene, she felt as if her self-esteem as a magician was trampled upon once again. However, before she could complain, the experience of growing up during these times had already occupied her main thoughts.

Because Roland's actual arrival time is the location before the time travel, with that record as the anchor point, the growth and experience recorded by Jiuyuan Temple Yuzhu on the timeline will also be directly corrected by the universe.

This kind of situation of directly putting future growth into the present while retaining the physical age is a miracle that can only be reproduced with the fifth magic. However, under the effect of Heaven's Creation, the witch not only retains the physical age, but can also directly obtain the power of future history, which can be called cheating.

But as one of the few people in this world who understands the true nature of this, when I think that all this is the work of that man, my tiny bit of strength is not worth mentioning.

“Is it that particular time now?”

The girl sighed wearily, thinking of everything Qingzi had said that day, and her gaze slowly shifted to Roland beside her.

"Hmm...it's a bit overwhelming to take in twenty years of experience all at once. Do you want me to help you?"

"Forget it. In the end, it will become a situation where you don't know who is helping whom. The corrections from the universe are much more reliable than yours."

"Really? Then let me ask it another way."

Hearing the witch's disdain, Roland just smiled indifferently. By now, he already knew the other party's cold-outside-but-warm-inside personality and all aspects very thoroughly, so he turned his head and looked at Jiuyuansi Youzhu.

"So, Arizuki, can you help me?"

Such straightforward words made Youzhu stunned.

She wanted to put on a cold face as usual to resist the other party's teasing, but her body was like soaking in a hot spring, and soon it was dyed with a layer of enchanting blush.

So, in the end, Miss Witch just nodded obediently. Her beautiful eyes like black pearls seemed to be stained with a layer of moisture. She trembled slightly, looking at the face getting closer and closer, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Roland also lowered his head tacitly.

"Woo..."

After they stuck together again, the witch lady, who had become greedy, opened her cherry mouth on her own initiative. She was not satisfied with such a simple contact and let out a suggestive moan.

"Although I can understand that it's very romantic to do this after the wonderful scene just now, but you still have to pay attention to the occasion!"

The voice of the third party made Jiuyuanji Youzhu hurriedly separate from Roland and shyly covered her wet red lips with her hands.

On the other side, Qingzi, with a red face and arms folded, glanced at Roland, who looked innocent, with some displeasure.

"Also, although I am indeed a little reluctant to see you leave, the time has come. Roland, you should also make some preparations for the next plan."

"I have already bought a map of London."

"London? What does that place have to do with your preparations? The location is clearly..."

"Of course. Speaking of this matter, we can't avoid that place. It is only natural to collect some intelligence."

Roland shrugged, and there was some anticipation in his eyes when he mentioned this matter.

"Besides, even if this incident hadn't happened, I was planning to visit... a certain old friend this time."

—

"The so-called magic system is essentially the embodiment of basic theories, just like magic imprints. It is based on the core and vision at the beginning, and is formed in the process of continuous development and dissemination. Finally, the imprint is engraved in the world in the form of knowledge and religion. This long history will become the foundation of magic."

"That's why, because of their own characteristics, some magic bases may be very old, but once they are separated from the land where they were born for a long time, it will cause the descendants of magicians who inherit this technique to suffer from acclimatization, causing the bloodline and imprints to deteriorate from generation to generation. Therefore, when choosing the base that suits you best, you also need to carefully consider this factor..."

The deep and rational voice echoed in the huge fan-shaped classroom.

Dozens of students are listening to the class attentively. From their clothing and appearance, which are factors with strong personal characteristics, it is easy to see that they have completely different backgrounds and even personalities. However, there is only one thing that these students have in common.

That is unusually young.

Among them, there are only a few who can be called young people. Even in this base camp of the magic world, this is a very rare phenomenon.

Clock tower.

As the inheritor of ancient mysteries and a behemoth that can truly influence the world of magic, although its unclear political relationship with the Magic Association makes many people believe that it is gradually decaying and losing the purity of magicians, its mature system and obvious results still make it have the reputation of the highest institution.

As a fairly modern institution of higher learning, the Clock Tower's progress in education is obvious to all. Although it has not completely abandoned the one-to-one master-apprentice system, by controlling the direction of London's underground spiritual veins and gathering them in different locations, it has formed elements sufficient to support the construction of workshops.

Furthermore, the Clock Tower no longer refers to these places as fulcrums, but instead calls them classrooms, symbolizing their educational function in providing magic.

And the place where these young students gather is naturally like this.

However, judging from the surrounding architectural style, this classroom is obviously not that big. According to the rules of the Clock Tower, children of this age have obviously not exceeded the scope of all basic courses. They can go to the large classroom at the headquarters to study. There is no reason for them to come here.

After all, all basic subjects are still inclined towards democracy, and in order to provide a source of fresh blood, the leader of the Democratic faction, Tramberio, has signed an agreement with other monarchs. Other departments will regularly send lecturers to give voluntary lectures. While sharing the pressure, it will also make it easier to discover some buried talents.

The reason why these children, when they have time conflicts, give up all the basic subjects with better environment and teachers and run to this small classroom in the suburbs of London is very simple.

It is the El-Melloi classroom.

The person who controls it is the current monarch of the El-Melloi family, El-Melloi II.

This alone is enough to surpass everything for them.

The legendary experience of this monarch's promotion is still an enduring legend in the Clock Tower. He participated in a magic ceremony with the previous monarch of the El-Melloi family. The monarch died tragically, but he survived. Since then, the other's life has been like a cheat.

Not only did he take back the remaining magic seals of El-Melloi, gaining a lot of say for himself, he also used money borrowed from somewhere to pay off foreign debts. He also tried his best to negotiate when other schools divided up El-Melloi's inheritance, retained a small classroom, and decisively gave up the Mineral Department which served as its base camp, transferring all the remaining forces to the Modern Magic Department.

Although Modern Magic was not initially recognized as one of the Twelve Departments of the Clock Tower, their existence was, after all, a stopgap measure taken by the Clock Tower in order to maintain its influence amid the fading mystery.

But with the progress of the times, the decline of Daigen, and the fact that Barthelmello, who was in charge of the Law and Politics Department and was at the top of the Clock Tower, withdrew from the Twelve Departments in order to further expand his power, allowing modern magic to take the top. With the help of El-Melloi's remaining power, he actually retained the title of monarch for him.

This achievement also made him the direct leader of the current El-Melloi family and he was given the title of the Second.

And he did not let the legend end there. He used his talent in education to attract many students to the modern magic classroom, and transformed this into a driving force to support the continued operation of the subject.

Therefore, for ordinary students, it is easy to imagine how inspiring it would be to see how El-Melloi II struggled from an unknown person to become a monarch who only existed in legends.

However, the former Waver Velvet, now El-Melloi II, has no awareness at all that he is creating a legend.

"Well, that's all for today. get out of class is over."

Weber spoke to the students below in a solemn voice, and then, under their admiring gazes, he walked out of the classroom naturally, came to the corridor outside the door, and walked to his office with a pace that looked very elegant but was actually accelerating.

"call……"

Only after closing the office door did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Finally I can have some peace and quiet today."

Every time this happened, Weber felt a little relieved.

Contrary to what it looks like to outsiders, he is now walking on thin ice. Although the first batch of students graduating from the classroom have barely established his reputation, this achievement is still far from supporting him to maintain his position as monarch.

Although he managed to retain his seat in El-Melloi by taking advantage of the weakness of other monarchical families who were not so shameless as to kill them all, other families, big and small, had always been eyeing this position and had never stopped their overt and covert attempts.

Even with the help of others, Weber, who is still only an open-position evaluation, can do nothing but keep manipulating the rules. Moreover, every manipulator will cost a lot of money.

Although the original sponsorship was still enough to support the family, Weber knew that it was not free of charge. If he did not work hard to pay off the huge sum while he was alive, given that man's style, he might be forced to pay off the debt even after his death!

No, it should be said that he will definitely be pulled up to pay off his debts!

Weber felt sick to his stomach when he thought about it.

I should have known earlier that I should have had more awareness of a worker. Before signing the contract, I should have asked clearly what level of achievement would be considered as having met that guy's requirements. I should not have been so heroic and agreed without asking any questions.

But Waver just couldn't let go. Maintaining the name of El-Melloi was his promise to Kenneth. Even though he knew that his actions might be drinking poison to quench thirst, he couldn't stop this deal with the devil.

"Come to think of it, it's already been ten years..."

Weber held his chin with one hand, sighed inexplicably, and stared blankly at the smooth decorations in the office and his own reflection on them.

The skinny and handsome boy who was laughed at has grown into a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes and maturity. If there are a few things that make Weber feel slightly gratified in recent years, his rapid growth in height is definitely one of them.

With his current status, even if he stood next to the king, it would not be embarrassing for him.

However, the only thing that was not embarrassing was his height. As he stroked his waist-length hair, a trace of melancholy flashed across Weber's face.

This kind of feminine dressing style was not Waver's original intention, but a helpless act.

As a part of the human body, hair is also an important material that can store magic power, so many female magicians will accumulate long hair and wait for use at critical moments. For example, Aozaki Touko used her long hair that she had kept for twenty years to sign a contract with Beo.

In order to make up for his inherently low qualifications, Waver had no choice but to find another way in this regard.

But this level alone is still far from becoming a subject of the king. However, from a realistic point of view, finding a bodyguard may be more promising.

Do you want to look through the documents you found before... Maybe you will come across some isolated place like the Peach Blossom Spring. There are simple characters in there who, despite being extremely powerful, cannot adapt to modern times because they have been away from the world for too long. If so, you might be able to provide shelter to the other person in exchange for the other person's protection.

Thinking of this, Weber himself laughed and shook his head helplessly.

It seems that he really needs a good rest recently. This idea probably only exists in legendary stories. Moreover, even if he really finds such a place, he can't go there alone. No matter how you look at it, handing him over to that man to pay off his debt is the best option.

After recalling the past for a while, Weber, who was a little distracted, glanced at the wall clock in the office, calmed himself down, and put on a serious look again.

"It's almost time..."

boom--!

Along with the knocking on the door, there was a voice full of vitality.

"Teacher! I'm curious!"

"Don't talk while you're knocking! The sound will be covered up!...Come in."

The corners of Weber's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously held his forehead as he looked at the boy who was not at all frustrated by his reprimand.

Most of these students who voluntarily gave up all basic subjects had excellent qualifications and were able to make such a major decision that could affect their lives in their youth. This shows that they are not lacking in courage and independence.