In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Lu Kang, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't bother with any more nonsense and simply said, "Let's begin."

I hope I can infiltrate the 'church' this time.

I also hope that this time...

You can place your 'relics' in a location where you can get them faster!

At that time, there will be no need to wait for Barthezello to come knocking on our door—

He personally visited them!

Lu Kang thought to himself, but he couldn't be too sure—after all, he had only been awakening the simulator for a short time, and many patterns were still unclear. He couldn't determine whether it was a simulation based entirely on luck or a simulation with a specific target.

Perhaps it was all just luck?

I just hope I can be as lucky as I was last time!

This was also his final thought.

Then darkness descended—just like before, when I first entered the simulation, engulfing my vision and consciousness.

[Confirm Start]

The system assistant responded again.

It said:

Welcome to a past of infinite possibilities.

...

[1405]

[Ten years after the signing of the peace treaty between Britain and France, after a long period of war, although France had achieved a temporary counter-offensive victory on the later battlefields, the country was still devastated and in dire need of time to recover.]

However, everyone knew that the ceasefire was only temporary.

The Kingdom of England, which still controls five important ports in northern France, is sharpening its knives, and the ambitious King of England is ready to restart the war at any time.

[It was during this year of peace, a brief respite, that...]

You were born in a village in south-central France.

Your father is a retired French officer from the lower ranks who participated in the counter-offensive and now serves as the village's security officer. Your mother was once a noblewoman, but now her hands are covered in mud.

You are the culmination of their love and their greatest hope for life.

They named you Vik Towar, meaning 'victor'—since war was inevitable, they hoped you would be victorious and survive peacefully in the future.

They hoped you would grow up safe and healthy, but fate had other plans. When you were just two months old, you suddenly fell seriously ill, which left you with chronic health problems and made you weak and sickly.

Despite your frail health, you appear remarkably intelligent.

At the age of one, you had mastered the language of daily communication with ease, and your talent delighted your parents.

However, your body has never seemed to get stronger, and you always appear thinner and smaller than your peers.

They were both happy and worried.

At the age of two, while your peers were already jumping and playing, you would get so tired from running that you were almost fainting. Your parents were worried about this, but you developed a love for staying at home and reading.

They were still filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

At three years old, you were immersed in books every day, but your health still didn't improve. Your father wanted you to exercise with him, not to join the army like him, but just to be able to protect yourself. But seeing the situation, he had no choice but to give up.

This year, you finished reading all the books you didn't have at home, and still felt like you wanted more.

At four years old, your body is still weak compared to your peers. In order to give you a bright future, your parents have invited a mysterious teacher from a nearby town.

[That year, you gained a teacher, a young, silver-haired woman named François Prellati, a renowned and mysterious master of the era. She had a past relationship with your mother, who was once a noblewoman, and it was for this reason that she agreed to become your teacher.]

At five years old, you followed your teacher every day to learn various books. You were always able to apply what you learned to other situations, and your intelligence greatly impressed François.

When you were six years old, your teacher suddenly asked you a mysterious question one day—

Should I learn the legendary 'magic' from him?

Having already learned about 'magic' from books, you agreed without hesitation—you know it's a mysterious power that allows you to move as fast as a normal person.

[Having been frail and sickly since childhood, you've always longed to run freely like an ordinary person.]

[And it was only then that you realized that what your teacher had been giving you were all introductory books on magic, which is why you knew what magic and mystery were. She had long valued you and was secretly guiding you into the hall of magic.]

From that day on, you learn magic from your teacher every day. Your teacher says you are a freak among ordinary people, a 'regressive' genius.

You possess forty-six main magic circuits and over sixty auxiliary circuits—an accumulation that even magic families with centuries of tradition have failed to achieve.

[With your intelligence and powerful magical talent, you quickly completed the mysterious inscription that made you the first magician, achieving the leap from an ordinary person to a magician.]

That's a unique mark called Mind Magic, which connects you to a brand new demon god.

Your teacher was surprised and delighted by this, and she became increasingly curious about your future.

This year, you turned eight, officially 'entering' the profession and also officially 'graduating'.

Entering the profession is the first step to mastery.

You completed this process in just two years.

After completing your apprenticeship, you should leave your teacher, study independently, and find your own path—your teacher originally intended to leave at that point as well.

But also in that same year

Your teacher received a letter from afar. She stopped her journey and suddenly approached you, wanting to take you to visit some of her friends.

【Let's have a proper show of force】

Although she didn't say it explicitly, you could still tell from her expression.

[Coincidentally, your magic learning has also reached a growth stage that requires time to develop.]

You feel it's time to get out and about.

Testimonials

The last page before it went on sale had over four thousand words written on it. Let me put my hands on my hips for a moment (with a straight face).

The following is the main text (nonsense):

On December 12.30, 2022, after a long time—I don’t know exactly how long, but it was a long time—it was finally back on the shelves.

To be honest, I felt quite rusty at first because I hadn't written in a long time, but I'm gradually getting back into the swing of things.

As for being listed, subscriptions are required as is customary!

Tomorrow... no, it's past midnight now, so it should be said that it will be available today.

I'm begging for subscriptions in advance. It's been so long since I've written a book, and I'll lose confidence if the subscription numbers are too bad.

Grateful! ! !

Chapter 46 The Mischievous Princess of the Flying Skies, Nicolas Flamel (Major Revision)

Just like the first simulation, the fleeting glimpse of life flowed through his mind once again. At this moment, Lu Kang, who was named 'Vic Tuval', stood on the road leaving the village with a small bag on his back. Villagers passed by from time to time and greeted the frail little boy with kindness. Under the bright sun, even with the enhancement of magic power and mind magic in his body, Lu Kang still couldn't help but have layers of fine sweat flowing down his body.

Although it started at a higher level and had more outstanding talent, this body was still only eight years old. Its magical abilities were far inferior to its real self. Although it had mastered mind magic, its application was still inferior, not to mention compared to the 'Lucan Luvist' at his peak during the first simulation of the Tsar's era—even compared to its real seventeen-year-old self with insufficient magical abilities.

However, reflecting on this simulation of his life at age eight, he could also sense that as the simulation progressed, the time he spent 'managing' his memories in the simulator—that is, the time he spent awakening his true memories—might become less and less.

This means he will have more time to develop and grow.

More time to organize what you've learned.

He couldn't help but feel content—and thus began to wait.

Three poles in the sun.

Finally, he met the person he had been waiting for, his teacher, François Preiratti.

Although he never heard of François Preiratti in his later life, he still remembered him from his past life before he traveled to this world called 'Moon'. He was a being who did not leave much of a name in history, but in this era he was definitely one of the pinnacles of the mystical world, possessing mystical knowledge and abilities that were no less than, and even surpassed, those of ordinary clock tower crowns.

He is a great magician who practices forbidden arts, and also a great alchemist.

Even though he is not proficient in combat, he is still far superior to Lu Kang, who is not yet fully developed.

Its initial period of activity was during the 15th century in France—the Hundred Years' War, which is also the location where Lu Kang's simulation took place.

It is said that Jeanne Darc, the saint who was the main protagonist of the Hundred Years' War and would later reclaim most of the lost French territories conquered by England in a new round of battles, was behind the death of Jeanne Darc.

Even Gildre, the general who followed the saintess, was ultimately persuaded by her to embark on the path of dark magic.

This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous person.

That being said.

“Even if you are a big shot in the mystical world, that is no excuse for being late and breaking your promise, Professor Prellati.”

At the end of the rural road leading out of the village, Lu Kang met the figure slowly strolling towards him from afar.

"This is a test from your teacher—accept it with gratitude and wait."

When faced with complaints from students, the French magician, whose real name is François Preiratti, simply maintained a self-righteous attitude.

Her figure stood in the midday sun, a lace-trimmed headscarf encircling her long, silvery-white hair, which fell loosely, highlighting her delicate, cute, yet slightly youthful face.

She was petite and slender, looking no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. Her black and white fluffy long dress had a style that was clearly ahead of its time. Her slender waist swayed lightly as her exquisitely undulating chest swayed. The hem of the dress, which just reached her knees, clung to her hips, outlining her rounded shape. Deep shadows meandered and fell between her triangles. Her legs, covered in white silk stockings, were also visible. She walked on the muddy ground in a pair of small leather shoes, looking spotless.

The black umbrella she held was tilted slightly, completely blocking out the blazing sun.

They moved and sat silently.

Clearly, the medieval magician who had taught Lucaine—'Vic Towar'—for several years was not only a woman in this era, but also quite 'young'.

In Lu Kang's simulated memories of the past eight years, she did not switch bodies or change genders at will like the witch known as "Hyōfū-hime" in later generations.

Even though she is a great alchemist and has already reached one of the highest achievements of alchemy, which is close to turning lead into gold and comparable to the great magic of 'human transmutation', she has not yet transmuted herself again.

She hasn't even touched the 'Outer God System' that truly exists in this world, nor has she summoned the tentacles of evil gods originating from beyond the planetary universe.

At least, from Lu Kang's perspective, that is indeed the case.

of course.

That wicked personality aligns with Lu Kang's true past life memories, a life without ups and downs.

"I think you overslept."

Lu Kang bluntly complained.

"I see through it but I won't say it, dear little Vic."

Pralett smiled as she waved her black umbrella. "Or do you want to see me standing here in the sun, drenched in sweat?"

"How malicious! They're so young..."

“No, I’m not interested in you at all.” Lu Kang calmly took half a step back—avoiding the writhing black shadow beneath his feet and the dark tentacles in front of him.

He said, "And stop showing off your octopus tentacles—your illusions can't block my mind-body magic perception."

"Oh... what a pity."

Prellati, who had been 'posing' just a second ago, paused, then slowly lowered her hand, making the tentacles that had been wriggling in front of Lu Kang disappear. She sighed, looking rather pitiful: "I thought I was going to get to see little Vic's surprised and horrified expression... but little boys and tentacles are a perfect match!"

Absolutely matching a terrible personality.

Fortunately, Lu Kang has gotten used to it.

Fortunately, his mental magic, which combines magic and miracles, is enough for him to engage in a mysterious 'confrontation' with the unserious Prellati.

He thought to himself, "How could a little boy and tentacles be a perfect match... Shouldn't a little boy be paired with a fat man?"

He also thought to himself that he wasn't planning on becoming that 'hot' yet!

He said, "Teacher, it's time to go."

"Alright alright."

Prellati stopped worrying about it.

...

In March of that year, the grass grew tall and the birds sang.

You and your teacher left the village where you had lived for eight years and embarked on a journey to a distant place.