In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

However, as far as Lu Kang could see, there was basically only a flow from north to south, and not from south to north.

obviously.

In this country, even the farmers in the muddiest dust have realized that war is about to break out again.

That was an inevitable trend.

At this moment, Lu Kang seemed to be going against the current in a river. He turned his head to look behind him, and a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his young face.

Behind him, there were indeed only a few people.

Several French magicians who agreed with his strategy and decided to follow him in infiltrating England to carry out a 'tactical exchange'.

“Are there still not enough people? How greedy you are, little Vic.” The voice, which sounded like it was swaying, rose up as Prerati leaned down to look at the small boy who had a mature expression like an adult, and couldn’t help but find it amusing.

She tossed her long, beautiful silver hair and said, "Do you think a magician is the kind of person who would risk their life?"

She raised her hand and poked Lu Kang's face.

Lu Kang spoke confidently, his face expressionless: "Are you willing to put yourself in danger?"

"This is far from being 'dangerous'."

"Hahaha...that's it, that's the expression that makes people feel, and hope, to see fear and anger on your face, little Vic!"

Prareti said, then suddenly turned her head: "On another note, I didn't expect you to get involved... Miss Isabelle de Rae."

At this moment, the young woman with black hair and pale skin, who was suspected of having a close relationship with Gilles de Rais, a follower of Joan of Arc who eventually fell into darkness and became a black magician, was also among the magicians who had followed them here.

She had a cool and aloof demeanor, yet she wore a smile: "Although the de Rais family also has a magical heritage, in essence, our family originally accumulated military merits as 'knights' to obtain titles within France—it's only natural that we should participate in such matters of bringing glory to the country."

"Eh... but I heard that the one who will inherit your family's knightly path this year is your very young younger brother, Gilles de Rais—is that his name?"

Prellati tilted his head, feigning innocence and cuteness.

Isabel lowered her eyes, suppressing the twitching at the corners of her eyes—if she hadn't heard of the great alchemist before her, she probably would have thought that the person in front of her was just an innocent and naive girl, rather than an ancient monster who had lived for countless years.

In contrast, Lu Kang, who was only eight years old, remained calm throughout.

“Ms. Isabelle de Rae.” He interrupted Prellati’s small talk, not giving this ill-tempered magic teacher a chance to play a trick on others.

He then immediately named the other magicians present—

"'Ashes' Pierre".

A tall, thin young man dressed in black leather armor, who was taciturn, stepped forward.

"'Lady Raven' Margaret".

A scantily clad, curvaceous middle-aged woman bent slightly forward.

“The Dumb Bell Maker”

An elderly man with graying hair and a hunched back tidied his messy beard.

The elderly, the infirm, and the disabled, except for Isabelle de Rais, had no surnames, only code names and names as magicians—these three were clearly first-generation magicians from truly commoner backgrounds.

His background was far inferior to that of Lu Kang, who at least had maternal noble blood.

But precisely because they were not nobles or powerful figures and had no territory to defend, they were willing to take risks. And because they had no territory to defend, this operation was actually an opportunity for them to gain future assets.

Responding to the words of Lu Kang, a young boy highly praised by Nicolas Flamel, the spiritual and material leader of the French mystical world, and having spent many years in the mystical world knowing that there are many monsters in this world that cannot be explained by common sense, they dared not underestimate him because of his age.

Instead, he replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Vic Touval."

"We will follow your instructions."

“Since we’re already here, let’s set off,” Lu Kang said. “We’ll head to the nearest port first.”

Since the goal is to 'infiltrate' the Kingdom of England.

That would naturally require a boat.

No one had any objection to Lu Kang's actions; even Prellati felt the same way.

I think their operation was solely aimed at acquiring a boat.

This would facilitate crossing the English Channel.

Infiltrate the enemy's territory from the opposite direction.

[You and your group of six left Paris, heading north against the flow of people fleeing south.]

The target is Calais, 250 kilometers away.

...

Is it really necessary to stay here and guard this place?

Calais Port

This is one of the five major French ports facing the English Channel, and it was also a channel firmly controlled by the English, serving as a route for the French counterattack into the English mainland.

For England, as long as it controls these five ports, it can remain invincible regardless of whether it attacks or not.

Therefore, more than a decade before the war ended, England was willing to give up many cities it had annexed in France, but still firmly controlled these five major ports.

As one of the five major seaports, Calais, which is closest to Paris, the capital of France, is quite special.

Because of its geographical location.

From here, it is extremely convenient to travel by land to Paris or by ocean currents to mainland England.

Also due to its enormous cargo throughput.

England could use this location to transport large quantities of strategic materials to the front lines, as well as to transport plundered supplies back home.

Furthermore, it is due to its crucial concept in 'mysticism'!

At this moment, several magicians from England are secretly guarding this place.

Faced with the confusion of his companions, one of them even rebuked him, saying, "Don't say such disrespectful things."

"This port is of paramount importance to Lord Transperio, and our operation this time was personally ordered by Lord Transperio!"

Tramberg.

A mysterious lineage with a long and distinguished history on the English islands.

It is said that their bloodline can be traced back to the time of King Arthur, nearly a thousand years ago. The imprints passed down by this family are also biased towards the basics—both basic and omnipotent in all directions.

This generation has produced a genius among geniuses who is born with hundreds of magic circuits, is assessed as having Grand rank potential, and is no less than the current monarch of the Law and Politics Department, 'Barthelello'.

His name is Edmund Transberio.

This time, the inner war waged by the English mystic side against the French mystic side was also led by them.

It is said that he is preparing to be promoted to 'Grand'.

Thus, it became one of the world's highest mystical institutions and one of the twelve subject monarchs of the Clock Tower, a core member of the Magic Association.

The magician, who overheard his companion's words, fell silent.

Although magicians all aim to reach the 'Root' as their ultimate goal, the process of reaching the Root is immense. Before that, it is also necessary to gain sufficient status and acquire enough resources to perfect the family's magical foundation and further transform the imprint of the family's heritage.

And this time.

The resources Edmund Transberio sought to seize...

"Is it the only remaining 'mystery' of all France, released through the port of Calais as its 'mouth'?"

The basics are used as a magic imprint for inheritance.

The foundation it is linked to must be ancient.

The 'mystery' required for it to undergo further transformation must be immense and unimaginable!

Only the power of one nation can possibly meet its demands.

But then again.

Given France's current situation, both the secular and mystical realms have been plunged into a predicament due to nearly a century of war. Even Nicolas Flamel was warned by the Mage's Association for violating the Philosopher's Stone's power and was almost 'sealed' – where would they find the strength to come and disrupt the arrangements here?

Although he kept quiet, the magician remained unconcerned.

Looking up, he saw a spacious harbor with a strong sea breeze blowing in his face. Ships came and went between the straits, and people could be seen coming and going on the wooden plank-paved and stone-inlaid dock.

This is just one corner of the Calais port terminal.

The surrounding area had already been prepared by Trambergio with spells to disperse ordinary people.

The beings here are all magicians sent by Edmund, belonging to a branch of the Transberio family.

There were quite a few people, easily over a hundred.

Hundreds of magicians.

Although it is only a branch family, each magician has inherited an imprint and is quite powerful.

He really didn't believe that modern France possessed a mysterious power of equal strength to counter it!

Unless it's the great alchemist, Nicolas Flamel, who intervenes...

Hmm... wait a minute?

"Is someone there—?"

The magician, who also belonged to a branch of the Tramberg family, suddenly blinked.

It caught my eye.

A figure was seen ignoring the dispelling spell set up by Tramberg.

It was as if the smog had been dispelled and the curtain had been torn open.

From far to near.

Arriving in an instant!

"There is an enemy attack!"

The magician shouted in an instant.

Flames, water, disruption, and concealment—without his prompting, the other magicians had already sensed it and acted instantly.

The high-speed engraving, the instantly activated circuit, and the extracted magic power are poured into the inherited techniques recorded in the family engraving—transforming into a tide that substantially affects the world.

Hundreds of magicians acted simultaneously.

It seemed to have become a torrent even more vast than the tides that the dock faced!

In the blink of an eye, the situation became chaotic.

After blinking.

But then the chaos was torn apart.

The figures that appeared to be approaching from afar emerged from among them.

A young, innocent figure emerged.

It also walks out a shadow that is unafraid of the mortal world.

...

Those born extraordinary are not afraid of the mundane world.

—The Triple Greatness

[You arrived at the port of Calais and instantly inscribed your clothing with intricate spells, which intertwined to create a mysterious, ever-present sanctuary.]

[Thought becomes method; intention becomes technique]

The power of mind magic is beginning to emerge in this era.

The mysterious temple unveiled the 'mystery' beneath it all.

What you see when you look up

[Countless mysterious currents surged forth, transformed into tangible forces under the influence of magic, and crashed down.]

There was smoke, but no injury.

You're completely unharmed, all I want to do is laugh.

"Hundreds of magicians...?"

"As expected, my intuition was right."