A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

However, Flatt gave a completely unexpected answer: "Because I want to see it!"

"...What?" El-Melloi II was confused when he heard this answer.

Isn’t this just a simple fun person?

Wow, it seems like some nightmare-like memories are coming up.

What he hates most are people who like to mess around without any actual purpose, because such people often make already bad things worse.

"You think about it, that thing must be super cool, isn't it? That's the Holy Grail! Hitler and Goebier wanted to get it for the Third Reich, and Oda Nobunaga and Godzilla were also eyeing it! If the Holy Grail is really existence, don't you want to see what it looks like?" Flatt said, his eyes began to shine, as if he was yearning for it.

"This guy's name is not Goebbels, but Goebbels. Godzilla doesn't want the Holy Grail! After all, what does this thing have to do with monsters? As for Oda Nobunaga, historically speaking, he may not have known about the Holy Grail at the time. existence." El-Melloi II pointed out these inconsequential mistakes while covering his temples. He seemed to have a headache, and then fell into silence.

Frater thought that his professor would definitely reprimand him loudly, and was waiting in fear for him to continue.

Unexpectedly, El-Melloi II just sighed softly, and then began to teach earnestly: "Do you understand what a war between magicians is like? If you participate, you may end up worse than death. What a tragic end, dying without accomplishing anything."

"Isn't the Holy Grail something that people still want to pursue even though they know it? When the professor said this, I want to see it with my own eyes even more!" Flatt had no intention of listening to the advice.

Hearing Flat's answer without thinking, El-Melloi II wanted to yell, "Use your brain and think about it", but...it seemed that even if he thought about it carefully, this guy would probably still do the same thing. answer.

After El-Melloi II came to this conclusion, he decided to change his perspective and asked: "Will you kill your opponent in order to win the Holy Grail? Are you mentally prepared?"

"Well... I want to use a way to win without killing people, such as playing chess or something." Flatt still answered without thinking.

"Oh! That's awesome! If the magician who is your enemy is the world chess champion, he might agree to play with you!" El-Melloi II couldn't help but want to applaud. The young man in front of him is really an idiot. .

"Right?" Flatt didn't hear the irony in the professor's words at all, and his eyes were still shining with anticipation. "It's really a difficult question. How should I decide the outcome with them? ? I really want to meet other heroes and make friends with them if possible! If I can be friends with these six heroes, that would be great for a magician! Conquering the world is not a dream!"

Looking at Frat in front of him, not only did he not hear his sarcasm, but his words became more and more outrageous. El-Melloi II was completely silent.

But he was neither angry nor helpless. He just held his chin with his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

Make friends with other heroic spirits...conquer the world?

Looking at the high-spirited look of the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but think back to a certain man who influenced his destiny.

But soon, he rejected such an idea.

After all, comparing the stupid idiot in front of me with that one is simply insulting! If that guy found out, he would slap himself to the ground.

Soon, El-Melloi II seemed to have suddenly come to his senses and refused coldly: "Although you said it so beautifully, of course not!"

"Don't be like this, please, Professor! No, please, Big Ben☆London Star!"

"Don't call me nicknames in front of me! And do normal people like this kind of nickname? Are you fooling me? You must be fooling me, right?" El-Melloi II had veins popping up on his forehead.

"Please be accommodating! I will tailor a new nickname for you! For example, 'Master of Magicians in the Absolute Realm' or something like that!" Flatt didn't even notice that the professor in front of him was angry at this moment.

"Get out! You will never graduate in this life!" Finally, El-Melloi II couldn't hold it back anymore and issued an eviction order.

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In the end, Flatt, who suffered from the professor's cynicism, wandered around the school like an eggplant beaten by frost. The frustration on his face made him look nothing like a young man in his twenties.

He muttered "It's so boring" as he walked down the long stairs.

"Ah, you came just in time."

At this moment, a woman at the foot of the steps seemed to see him and stopped him.

This woman is a staff member of the Clock Tower. She is holding a large stack of letters and a small package in her hand.

"This is something sent to your professor. Could you please give it to him?"

So Flatt, who had just been unilaterally rejected by Master V, turned around and went back to deliver packages to others.

"Uh-huh, is the professor still angry?" Flatt walked back with a look of despair.

On the way, he couldn't bear his curiosity and used perspective magic to peek at what was in the box.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at him, his whole body trembles.

The thing in the package was a short sword that seemed to be used in some kind of ceremony, and its appearance exuded an ominous aura. The next moment, Flatt saw the name engraved on the dagger blade through his excellent clairvoyance, and an electric current coursed through his body.

"This...could it be...Professor! Is it just for me?"

Flatt misunderstood all this and ran straight away holding the box. There were other words in the box, but he couldn't understand a word of them and thought they were foreign magic instructions or something like that. He didn't rush to decipher the content woven in those words, he just ran around the school building with joy.

Yes, he regarded this as a holy relic specially prepared for him by the professor to participate in the Holy Grail War.

If you want to summon heroic spirits, this kind of thing is almost necessary.

Flatt was very moved at this moment. The professor was really a arrogant guy. He was embarrassed to agree to his willful request in person, but he secretly prepared such a great gift. He simply loved the professor to death.

At the same time, El-Melloi II, who was heading towards his office, sneezed: "Who is talking about me?"

Tap tap tap——

Just as he was thinking this, there were rapid footsteps behind him.

Looking back, he suddenly became angry again.

"Why are you here again?"

When El-Melloi II saw the figure running from the depths of the corridor, he showed an impatient expression.

However, Flatt didn't pay attention to the impatience on his face. Instead, he held up the package in his hand happily: "Is it really okay for Professor to give me this package!?"

Perhaps because he ran hundreds of meters in one breath, Flatt handed the package to his professor while panting. El-Melloi II looked at the box inexplicably.

When he saw the address written on it and the logo on the wrapping paper, he nodded as if enlightened and asked: "Oh, this thing...what, do you want it?"

Flatt kept nodding his head like a head-flicker.

"Okay, if you want it, I'll give it to you. I don't need it anyway." El-Melloi II looked confused. Isn’t it just a peripheral souvenir? What's so happy about being like this? But after thinking about the fussy character of the young man in front of him, he didn't think much about it.

A few months ago, after El-Melloi II finished playing his beloved Japanese game in his room, he carefully wrote down his thoughts on the survey postcard included with the game software. He also deliberately affixed expensive stamps and sent airmail letters. I don’t know if this rare behavior brought good luck. His room was filled with peripheral products that were given as a prize for winning the survey postcard.

However, he basically has no interest in these products, and he keeps sending postcards just to give advice to the game company.

Yes, the things in this package were probably the peripheral products that were given out after winning the prize after sending the postcard there. As for what they were specifically, he was not interested at all.

But in Frater's eyes at this moment, the contents of the package were like treasures. After hearing the professor's words, his face showed the most dazzling expression in his life: "Is it really for me!? Thank you! Really... thank you so much! I'm so glad that I can be you student! I love you so much!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away excitedly, leaving only a confused El-Melloi II.

"..."

Seeing his disciple running away with tears in his eyes, El-Melloi II was speechless: "He should have used perspective magic to see what's inside, right? When did this kid become obsessed with things like mobile phones?"

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A few minutes later, El-Melloi II returned to his room. While thinking about his unscrupulous disciple, he looked at a cabinet deep in the room. The cabinet has a double lock of physics and magic.

El-Melloi II came to the cabinet, carefully opened the lock, and reached out to take out the contents. It was a piece of cloth in a special safe. This piece of cloth looked very old and tattered, so it probably had no practical use.

But it is the most closely guarded item in the room. From this point of view, this piece of cloth is not as simple as a rag.

"I actually want to follow other servants and conquer the world." Thinking of the joke Flat made just now, El-Melloi II frowned and raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I didn't expect that I would hear such stupidity from my own students. It’s something that makes people nostalgic.”

He looked at the piece of cloth in the box with a slightly nostalgic look, and whispered to himself: "I originally planned to give this to him if I couldn't stop it. Now should I thank God for canceling this option for me?"

This piece of cloth does have a great origin. In fact, El-Melloi II also participated in the so-called Holy Grail War when he was young. However, unlike the boy who yearns for the Holy Grail War now, he was forced to be involved.

At that time, he was just an inexperienced magician.

But even though he was like this, under the leadership of that man, he had a memory that he would never forget and even changed his life.

Yes, this piece of cloth belongs to that man, that is a king, a king whose ideal is to conquer the world.

In fact, El-Melloi II was really looking forward to what kind of sparks would happen if he met this boy who dreamed of following his followers to conquer the world. However, the Holy Grail War was too dangerous, and he also didn't want his disciples to be involved. In such an incident, I have been hesitating.

But now it seems there is no need to hesitate.

The kid seems to have given up.

Thinking of this, El-Melloi II closed the lid of the box, recalled what happened just now, and complained helplessly: "Although I am not qualified to say this, how can I let others forward personal letters? Forget it... It’s not just a valuable item, I hope that item can really make him forget about the Holy Grail War.”

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A few days later.

It's past noon in Snowfield Central Park, and the sun is blazing.

Flatt didn't do much packing before hopping on a plane and flying directly to the United States.

Although he had conducted a rough investigation on the Holy Grail War, he knew nothing about the details. Normally, in this state, there is no right to talk about participation. But Flatt was happily admiring the pattern that appeared on his right hand at this moment: "It's so handsome. Will a command spell disappear once it is used?"

He touched the command spell on his hand over and over again, chanting a few words from time to time. But in the blink of an eye, he drooped his shoulders in disappointment: "It seems to disappear. Well, you must not use the Command Seal!"

If there were people related to the "Holy Grail War" present at this time, they would probably ask Flatt how he could see through the command spell system that "disappears once used".

Yes, this young man did not understand the rules of the Holy Grail War, but he understood the characteristics of the Command Seal system just by observing the Command Seals.

Flatt admired the command spell for a while, then unfolded the cloth bag in his hand.

There was a red and black dagger inside, the shape of which was too evil to be flattered. Although the dagger is not sharpened, the luster of the blade exudes an indescribable sense of luxury.

"However, I really want to thank the professor. He pretended to be a pushover, but he actually prepared such a handsome relic for me!"

Until he took out the dagger from the box, Flat still didn't realize that he had misunderstood, and even ran to such a place alone.

But the miraculous thing is that even though the object in his hand is not the so-called 'holy relic', the Holy Grail chose him. The Command Seal marking his qualification to participate in the Holy Grail War was carved on his body.

Flatt looked at the dagger and then at the command spell, still muttering something from time to time as before. About half an hour passed. Something happened in the park. If other Command Seal holders knew about it, they might faint on the spot. It was a true miracle. Even if his teacher El-Melloi II was present, he would be kicked in the knee three times before praising him irritably.