My mother's love song

This was indeed the case. According to the knowledge Rhodes had before he traveled through time, she would inherit her father's throne in a few years before she reached adulthood.

Even for the sake of his future salary and treatment in the Clock Tower, he must not provoke this young lady.

Rhode cleared his throat and solemnly extended his hand to the little girl: "In short, entrusted by the dean and your father, from today on, I, Aleister Crowley, will be your tutor."

The girl did not shake Rhode's hand. Instead, she looked at him suspiciously from top to bottom and asked, "Are you the Grand Summoner?"

This is an uncute brat…even Abigail’s doll is cuter than this kid.

After being rejected, Rhode withdrew his hand and replied with an apologetic smile: "It seems that someone called me that. Haha, it's really exaggerated."

Lorelaia raised her eyebrows and said in a cold tone that was not appropriate for her age: "I heard that you are a first-generation magician and your ancestors do not have a family lineage of successful magicians? Is this true?"

Indeed, Rod's current name, body, and life were all obtained by making a wish during the Third Fuyuki Holy Grail War.

It's not just the loss of the power of the beast.

Aleister Crowley has little magical experience and no outstanding talent. His ability as a magician is even worse than that of Waver Velvet.

The density of the magic imprint and the number of circuits can be described as terrible. After all, Rhodes' original wish to the Holy Grail was to "become an ordinary person."

Even for Waver, his family's lineage of magicians only lasted for three generations, and many of the students who received scholarships in the Clock Tower were descendants of famous families with pure bloodlines for more than six generations.

Barthelmero's daughter is the precious magic circuit [Blue Blood] that has reigned in the clock tower for 1500 years since the time of King Arthur.

An incompetent like Rhodes climbed to the top of the Clock Tower in just 20 years. Only he himself knew the hard work and cheating methods he put in.

That being said, the fact that Aleister Crowley was born a commoner should have been something that no one knew...

One hundred years later in the 100st century, the Magic Association is centered around the twelve monarchs, and the various families are divided into three major factions based on their political stance: aristocracy, democracy, and neutrality.

But in early 20th century London, the Clock Tower was dominated almost entirely by Barthelmero’s aristocracy.

They advocate that according to convention, only the chosen ones can study and improve magic, and they value the accumulation of bloodline more than academic performance... In other words, they are the Type-Moon version of Slytherin.

Magical talent = the accumulation of noble blood and family lineage. This is not racism, but an ironclad truth.

In such an environment, the Grand Summoner at the top of the Clock Tower is the first generation without any family accumulation. This is like the theory of evolution and heliocentrism to the rule of the church, which is enough to shake the entire magic world.

Therefore, Rod's origin is the biggest secret of the Clock Tower, and the only person who knows the truth is the dean of the Clock Tower...

Tsk, that old woman...did she tell Lorelaia about me! ?

While Rhodes was daydreaming, Lorelaia raised her voice and urged, "...Is it or is it not? You are an adult, right? Stop nagging and tell me clearly."

"Yes, I am the first generation magician." Rhodes answered frankly.

"……Is it."

Originally, he thought that according to the thousand-year tradition of the Barthelmero family's aristocratic supremacy, Rhodes would be regarded as a heretic and severely humiliated by Loreleija, but unexpectedly, the girl just rested her chin on her hand and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that she is not as difficult to get along with as she looks?

As soon as Rhodes thought of this, Lorelia immediately gave him a warning.

"Aleister Crowley, your very existence is a challenge to Barthelmero. I cannot agree with you."

"Ah ha ha."

I knew it, Rhodes muttered quietly: What bad luck... Why do I always have to deal with this kind of thing?

Then, the girl's tense expression relaxed.

She stared into Rhode's eyes and said, "If you are not convinced, prove it to me. Your title is not what the outside world says. It is something you obtained through fraud.

I declare in advance that I will never lose to you!"

"……Well."

Rhodes' expression froze.

Although it was only for a moment, he felt the powerful aura of a queen from the 10-year-old girl.

Rhodes was stunned for a moment, then smiled and held the hand that the girl extended to him.

"Please give me more advice in the future, little princess."

In this way, Aleister Crowley became Barthelmero Loreleija's tutor.

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"Lord Barthemero?"

The adjutant's voice brought the girl back to reality from her memories of nearly a hundred years ago.

"Ah... I was distracted before the battle. That's really unlike me."

The nostalgic expression on her beautiful face disappeared in an instant, and Loreleija returned to her usual stern appearance as the queen.

She stood on the water shining with the red moon, looking at the foggy castle not far away.

In the castle that emerged from the water lives Lubaret, a vampire over 500 years old who wants to inherit the vacant seat of the 27th ancestor, the Lake Dead Apostle.

The blood of the sacrifices was continuously squeezed out, nearly five thousand lives.

If the infected victims are included, the number is several times higher.

Under the command of Lord White Wing, his relatives are worthy of the title of immortal monsters "the transcendent among the transcendents" in terms of quality and quantity, as well as the strength of the interdependent evil and demonic ways.

Generally speaking, the bases of the Dead Apostles cannot be discovered by humans.

Out of conscience and fear of taboos, in this magic castle covered by darkness and shadows, only the designated guests will appear here.

It is a secret sanctuary covered by multiple barriers and supported by powerful magic.

It has an invisible guardian that can deceive natural forces, and is almost close to the other world where goblins live.

The castle of the dead apostle Lubarre is no exception.

The illusory city, which has withstood countless attacks from the heretic army but still stands tall, is an immortal proof that this place will never be threatened.

It has been like this for five hundred years and will continue to prosper in the future. The city lord has no doubt about it.

However, the funny thing is that this confidence can only last until tonight when Loreleija arrives.

"Right wing three teams have completed the invasion of the barrier foundation. Left wing commander and assistant have completed the search for the enemy in the city. All teams, start the magic circuit second hand, 10, 6, 3. 0. Completed. Okay, notify the lieutenant to act according to the scheduled time."

There was no confusion among the magicians who surrounded the lake.

Their actions could be described more like those of a military rather than magicians.

The group without personality that has completely eliminated itself is the choir of the Law and Politics Department, the CLONE Brigade.

Calling ourselves a brigade with only fifty people is not actually boasting. On the contrary, it should be considered a humble statement.

"I have mastered the technique around the lake. It only takes half a minute to reverse the barrier. If we want to destroy this land as well, we can start in an hour."

The adjutant in charge of the brigade asked Loreleija for instructions.

Is it a perfect victory? Or is it complete annihilation?

Is it to completely eliminate all the vampires that have sneaked into the darkness of the castle?

Or should we just wipe them out along with this land without any fighting and then go back?

Although the result is the same, the latter is undoubtedly more certain.

Although they completed the siege of the castle and formed a perfect formation, the enemies were, after all, a group of vampires whose ages were hundreds of years old, and it was impossible to ensure that no one would escape.

Although this might be a bit excessive, it would be more appropriate for the team to completely wipe this land off the map.

It took several years to discover the castle, and if the leader of the suckers escaped to some other hidden residence, everything would be meaningless.

"Neither. You should be ashamed of yourself, Adjutant."

Loreleija made the decision with just one sentence.

That kind of stupid thinking is simply not the right behavior.

This is not a crusade against heresy, it is just a pilgrimage to show off one's power.

No matter how much he wanted to show his strength, he didn't need anyone to accompany him against these vampires who weren't even the twenty-seventh ancestor.

What else can the queen do with these sad insects except crush them with mercy?

"Let's get started. You will be responsible for guarding the area around the city walls. Don't let any of them escape."

"Lord Barthemero, are you alone? But, then..."

The magicians in the team have absolute trust in the girl.

They could understand that with the Magic Marshal's strength, he could completely annihilate the Rubare clan alone.

However, the most efficient method for the team is often the best.

If the girl alone takes half a minute to complete the task, then the entire team only needs half a minute.

When it comes to fighting, not only the result but also the process must be a complete victory. Hasn't this always been Barthemero's unwritten rule?

"Make no mistake, Adjutant, this is not a battle at all."

Loreleija walked slowly along the lake towards the castle, repeating the words her former teacher had told her.

"This is a test, a test to overcome the past. Only by overcoming the childish past can people grow."

boom! ! !

The city gate that no human had been able to pass through for hundreds of years exploded with a single blow from her whip, which she swung with a slight raise of her wrist.

"It is our duty to play occasionally, and we should hunt with grace and joy."

Without even a twitch of her eyebrows, Loreleija proudly began her attack.

……

Just a quarter of an hour later.

The castle under the red moon was cut in two by a storm, marking the end of the 500-year history of Lubare, the Lake's Dead Apostle, by Barthelmero.

It really can't be called a battle, and even calling it a game is not quite appropriate. It can only be considered a one-sided abuse.

"It's really ugly. After waiting for the red moon, it's just this level? In the end, it's just a humanoid blood-sucking worm. It's just lived for five hundred years in vain."

For the Dead Apostles, the night of the red moon is when they reach the peak of their power. Even the special church agents who are responsible for exterminating vampires will not choose to fight during the red moon.

It was Barutmeroy who broke this taboo and ravaged it.

Loreleija looked down at the shabby corpses of the dead apostle's ancestor and his followers, tugged at her leather gloves with satisfaction, and a rare smile broke out on her handsome face.

Sure enough...just as the teacher said, Lubare has distributed his blood to his three children.

The strategy of defeating them one by one is correct.

"I see. As expected of Barthelmero."

Besides Loreleija, there was another person standing in the Dead Apostles Cemetery.

The one who lost to the Queen in this accidental hunting game was a black shadow surrounded by countless angry curses.

Carrying a sword and a spear, they still linger with the scent of humans, but they are undoubtedly vampires.

The eighteenth seat of the twenty-seventh ancestor, the dead apostle who was killed by the revenge knight Anhans.

Although fighting between the Dead Apostles was not uncommon, they regarded the changes in the sphere of control and the playful struggle of power as a form of entertainment.

But the man in front of him was different. He destroyed the vampire itself.

Crush the opponent's head, kill all the vampires, and burn the entire territory.

His approach is very similar to that of Barthelmero and the church's agents.

To the Dead Apostles, anyone who fights with the goal of "destroying the Dead Apostles" is an irredeemable traitor, even if they are Dead Apostles.

Lorelaia's attitude towards the Vengeance Knight who was targeting the same prey as her was "Go away. I'll let you go this time, vampire."

Even among the twenty-seven ancestors, he was the man with the lowest strength, and was literally "let go" by her.

"You should be thankful that you didn't kill Lubaree before I did, vampire."

Leaving these words behind, Lorelaia casually shook off the black blood on the whip and picked up the iron hammer from the secret stash of the Dead Apostles of the Loot Lake.

"Speak of it."

Lorelaia turned and looked at the Eighteenth Ancestor: "You don't plan to go to Tokyo, do you?"