My mother's love song

"My name is Elquet, Elquet Brunstad, the one you primates call one of the originals."

When the two of them introduced themselves, Rhodes at the back was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at the back of the girl who called herself Loreleija with wide eyes, looking eagerly.

That steel-like, yet saint-like sharp figure indeed overlapped with the girl in his memory.

When Rhodes was still Aleister Crowley, he was commissioned by the dean and Barthamelo to serve as her tutor for a period of time.

Loreleija was just 10 years old at that time.

Although on one side is an aristocratic genius who believes that bloodline is everything, and on the other side is a magus with unknown origins and no history or family, who is extremely suspicious, they actually get along quite well.

Rhode thought he had formed a deep friendship with her...but he didn't know what the Queen thought.

Come to think of it, when I left the Barthelmero family, she didn't come to see me off...

Now is not the time to reminisce about the past.

"Uh……"

Not good. Very not good.

Luo Dehan's face turned serious.

Is there anything more socially deadly than this?

I ran into my former student while on an intimate date with a girl... What a joke! Why did I encounter such a realistic social death!

Now there's good news and bad news.

The bad news is that Lorelaia has been taught to hate vampires since she was a child, and Rhodes feels that she will definitely start fighting with Elquet without saying a word.

The good news is that Lorelaia doesn't recognize Rhodes' current teenage appearance. All she needs to do is pretend not to know her and act as a peacemaker between them to resolve the conflict.

"One of the Originals, what is your purpose in appearing in the Far East?"

“What? You’re interrogating a criminal. Of course I’m here to hunt down Dead Apostles. There’s no other reason for me to show up, right?”

Elquet asked with some caution: “I think it’s the same for you, Barthelmero.

A big shot like you would appear in this magical border, probably because of Tefam Ottenroche."

She announced the name of the seventeenth ancestor, Lord Bai Yi.

The Queen of the Clock Tower, this generation of Barthelmero has a strong obsession with destroying the White Wing Prince, which is something that everyone knows.

In fact, over the past thousand years, the Barthelmero family had fought several large-scale wars with the White Wing Prince and his relatives.

Overall, the White Winged Duke has the upper hand.

After all, he is the oldest Dead Apostle and Zhu Yue's original follower.

A monster that is completely not on the same level as the other dead apostles who are also among the twenty-seven ancestors.

Even the Black Eclipse Princess, who tamed the demon dog, was helpless against the King of Minions.

The Barthelmero family possesses the most powerful military force in the human world, but it is still too difficult for them to be an opponent of such an ancient monster.

Therefore, Loreleija, who has been dubbed a genius among geniuses since childhood, has made the destruction of White Wing Public Television her greatest mission.

Lorelaia did not respond directly to her question, but asked: "So, you went to the Far East to hunt White Wings?"

"Um~~~"

Elquet poked his chin and thought: "That's right. Well, as long as I get rid of that guy, I can go back to my hometown and sleep well."

Just as the Moon Princess said, the mastermind behind the Dark Six resurrection ceremony held in Tokyo this time is undoubtedly Prince White Wing.

It seemed that my sister came to visit Rhode purely for the purpose of traveling, so it didn't matter if I just left her alone.

As long as we get rid of Lord White Wing, the other dead disciples will scatter like birds and beasts.

"understood."

Lorelaia nodded and said, "Since you are here to destroy White Wing, I will specially let you live tonight."

"You, you said you would let me live!?"

A vein twitched in Elquet's forehead.

This woman...what's going on?

Although I may not be able to beat her in my weakened state...but it just makes me feel so unhappy!

Looking at Arquette who wanted to eat her alive, Lorelaia said with a contemptuous smile: "If you are not convinced, then come and compete with me, one of the originals."

"Competition?"

"Who between you and me is the first to defeat White Wing? Let's just treat it as a competition."

"Sure! Let's compete!"

Elquet immediately agreed.

As we all know, the four major female protagonists all have a competitive and unyielding character.

But Elquet immediately thought of a problem. If it was a competition, there should be corresponding stakes.

Even if the other party is the Saint of the Magic Association, there should be no exception.

So what is the prize for the winner of this competition where the head of the King of the Dead Apostles is the goal?

"Is there a bet?" asked Elquet. "Like I can't set foot in England from now on."

Lorelaia did not answer the question directly, but turned her head away.

"As for the bet, let's use this guy for the bet."

Barthelmero Loreleija smiled sweetly at the confused boy.

"Long time no see, teacher~"

Chapter 444: Shura Field, Wife Strength Competition

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

The young girl lay beside the table, standing on tiptoe with her eyes wide open and curious, looking at the large number of tattered magic books placed in front of the young man.

"Deciphering Solomon's Notes."

Rhodes, who is still Aleister Crowley, said.

"Solomon? The ancient king who established the foundation of magic 3000 years ago..."

Lorelaia blinked and said thoughtfully, "Is this also a part-time job for the teacher? If the teacher is short of money, just tell my father."

"No, uh...what kind of image do you have of me?"

The girl smiled and said, "A poor bastard who complains about his low salary all day long."

"Compared to the Barthelmero family, not to mention me [Rods], even the Rothschilds are poor!"

Rhodes sighed and said, "This is... well, it's a kind of practice."

The young man continued to work without raising his head, while the young girl beside him frowned.

With a serious expression on her cute and childish face, she said, "I think this is meaningless, teacher."

"Oh yeah."

Rhodes slowly raised his head. He never thought that there would be a day when he would be criticized by a 10-year-old girl.

The young man narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "Lorelaia, why do you think that studying this is meaningless?"

"The Age of Gods has ended for more than 1000 years, right? The magic of the Age of Gods is also a ghost of the past.

Well, just like the antiques in the Wandering Sea and Atlas Courtyard, they have been abandoned by the times, that’s what my father said.”

"Really? What you said does make sense."

In the Magic Association, the Clock Tower is the place for studying modern magic and is the center of the magic world.

The other two facilities are dedicated to studying the history of the Age of Gods.

Although in Type-Moon, modern magic is a traditional art form "The Life of the Clock Tower Disliked by Moon Fans".

But don't forget that the five major magics were also created by modern magicians after the Age of Gods.

The influence of the three major institutions can be seen from the number of students enrolled each year. Atlas College and the Wandering Sea are not even a fraction of the Clock Tower.

It was indeed strange that Rhodes, as a staff member of the Clock Tower, was studying Solomon's legacy here.

Hearing the teacher's words of approval, the girl showed an excited look: "Right, right.

And I also heard that the current dean of Atlas Academy actually became a vampire's lackey in order to prolong his life!

He is a disgrace to the Magic Association. As the next head of Barthelmero, I am ashamed of him!"

"But Loreleija, you know that Zibia became a Dead Apostle for the sake of the possibility of being a human."

"Human possibilities?"

"Ah..."

Rhodes slowly explained to Loreleija the story of the stupid man, Zibia Eltnam Atlassia.

A thousand years ago, the first dean of Atlas Academy predicted that the extinction of mankind was an unchangeable future.

As an alchemist named Atlasia, the most powerful dean of all time, Zibia constantly attempts to disprove the future of humanity's doom.

“In order to prove that the future of mankind is not extinction, he encountered unimaginable failures in the process.

Failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed…

Finally, in order to pursue powers beyond human capabilities, Tshibia chooses to make a contract with a vampire.

In order to explore the new order and the sixth law that can complete the salvation of mankind. "

“Ah… That guy is obviously studying alchemy from the Age of Gods, but he’s also pursuing magic? And he’s not doing it for himself and his family.”

Lorelaia was moved by the story Rod told.

The girl showed an incredible expression.

In the education she had received in the past, the old antiques in the Atlas Academy were just foolish people who were lying on the wealth of their predecessors.

In the world she knew in the past, all magicians were creatures made of selfishness.

Live for magic.

To reproduce in order to continue magic.

A faction was established to take magic to the next level.

"I tell this story to show that there is no superiority or inferiority in magic itself. We are all comrades and opponents who want to reach the vortex of truth. It's just that everyone chooses a different path."

Rod concluded.

"But teacher, you have no interest in reaching the source, right?" Loreleija said.

"Oh... you found me?"

"Hum~"

The girl put her hands on her hips and raised her nose high: "In my opinion, the teacher is also as stupid as the dean of Atlas Academy!"

"Hey! Stop talking idiot!"

Rhodes knocked the girl's broad forehead hard.

“Oh… That’s how it is…”

The girl covered her forehead and gave a resentful look: "Because the teacher is not human, right?"

Rhodes was startled: "Ah... you found out?"

"Yes, I found it."

Lorelaia put her hands on her hips and nodded proudly.

"The teacher is a monster. Otherwise, it can't explain why the teacher is so outstanding even though he is a first-generation magician! He has no inherited magic imprint, and his magic circuits are so rubbish..."

Rhode: "Rubbish... Is that okay?"

Lorelaia said, "I know. There must be a demon whispering in the teacher's ear at night when he is sleeping, instilling the tricks of magic in the teacher!"