In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

There's nothing wrong with listening to Weber's plan again.

...

crunch.

at the same time.

In the suburbs on the other side of London, in a more classical and expensive, yet ancient and exquisitely restored, ancient courtyard, compared to the former El-Melloi mansion now renamed 'Louiset House', the closed gates automatically opened the moment the brown-red ponytail girl's long boots stepped out. The ancient and mysterious atmosphere that came into view, and the rich magic in the lush courtyard, almost manifested as invisible natural spirits leaping among the flowers and plants. Bartholomew's magic workshop formulas are no different from their inherent tradition, which does not pursue special characteristics but only pursues the power of simple abilities. It is a mechanism that piles up the quantity and quality of initial magic to an extremely high level.

Lorelei stepped in slowly, her expression calm. Looking at the once empty surroundings, her brow furrowed, she asked:

Where is my grandfather?

"His Majesty Lord Barthemello has led a corps of fifty sorcerers to France." In the darkness, a figure bowed in response, but it was not a real person; rather, it was a magical puppet woven from spells.

France again?

From childhood to adulthood, Lorelei had heard many stories about what happened in that place.

That place could almost be called a battleground for the mystical side, a melting pot of various factions including the Mage's Association, the Holy Church, and the Dead Apostles.

"Has there been another large-scale movement of Dead Apostles?" Lorelei asked casually.

Leaving aside the church in the temple.

The Bartholomew family, who are in charge of the Clock Tower's Department of Law and Politics and the Bureau of Law and Politics, and who also serve as the assistant to the Clock Tower's Dean, consider themselves the enforcers of the law for the entire Mage's Association and even the entire mystical world. They despise the Dead Apostles, those abnormal beings that defy the mystical principles, to the point that they will inevitably take action to eradicate them once they appear on a large scale.

"It is the progenitor of the Dead Apostles, the oldest monster, the former attendant of the Crimson Moon, 'White Wing Lord' Tefum Ottenroseche, who has appeared."

The magic puppet spoke again: "His Majesty Lord Barthemello has entrusted you with this—if he is unable to return this time, then the throne will be yours to inherit."

"Although you haven't really grown up yet, you are already qualified."

'White Winged Duke' Tefal Ottenrose...

"I see."

Lorelei closed her eyes briefly, then slowly opened them again, abruptly turned around, and left.

"Where are you going?"

The magic puppet asked instinctively.

“Of course, I should go wherever I’m supposed to go.” Lorelei paused at the threshold. “As the successor to the monarchy, my coronation ceremony should not be a celebration of the death of my ancestors.”

"Only the head of an ancient 'ancestor' would be suitable!"

The girl spoke with a proud and awe-inspiring air.

The perfect Lorelei, the moment she appeared before everyone, was already qualified to lay the foundation for the 'Grand' rank.

Chapter Ninety: The Train to Another Country, The Golden Wolf Chasing in the Wilderness

The roar was deafening, like a colossal beast overturning the heavens and earth. The speeding locomotive crashed through the surging sea, stirring up vast swirling mists. The sun's corona hung high in the sky, and amidst the rolling haze, an 18th-century steam train, which should have been running on ground tracks and would have been in the British Museum long ago, traversed the English Sea, gliding from England to the other side of France.

Despite the bumpy ride on the water, the vehicle remained stable. The lights inside the carriage were bright. Lu Kang, sitting upright by the window, looked out at the undulating sea scenery and then at the letter of commission from Kenneth in his hand.

He glanced at the humanoid magic puppet beside him, which Kenneth had personally granted him temporary control over, shaped from flowing mercury.

Its essence is the supreme ceremonial attire of the Mineral Department monarch—'Moon Spirit Essence Liquid'—which laid the foundation for Kenneth's second-tier 'Color Rank' in the Mage's Association and enabled him to inherit the 'King' position.

Although it wasn't a complete overhaul, but rather Kenneth's modification and derivative of the family's inherited "Three-Fundamental Magic Furnace," a practical modification that transformed the "furnace" with its internal and external triple circulation and continuous magic output into a fluid that could change freely and integrate offense and defense, it is still outstanding in the modern era and can be called "first-class among first-class."

According to Kenneth, as long as the Moon Essence Liquid exists, he can protect himself even if he encounters a fourth-order Dead Apostle or a vampire.

With this, as long as he doesn't encounter the strongest fourth-order Dead Apostle, 'Zu,' in France, he will be able to come and go freely—to complete the task he gave Lu Kang.

This is why Kenneth, unaware of Lu Kang's true strength and knowing of the El-Melloi Pact left by his ancestors to ensure the safety of Luvis's descendants, still felt comfortable letting Lu Kang leave English territory.

He briefly lent out the unique magical costume he had created.

This further demonstrates how much he values ​​Lu Kang!

Yes.

Without a doubt, leaving England for France in place of the 'Magic Monarch' was the first step in his plan, which he had discussed with Webber the night before, to take over the 'legacy' of Victoire.

Act in a reasonable manner that leaves no room for suspicion.

Using Kenneth, the sovereign of magic, as a reason is perfectly appropriate!

Using the repayment of Lu Kang's recent debt as a pretext, he could get Kenneth to entrust the case to him—and he certainly wouldn't arouse too much suspicion in him.

Such convoluted methods are necessary to follow as long as Lu Kang cannot truly become invincible.

Reality is different from simulation.

Once dead, he is really dead.

On this point, Lu Kang's plan coincided with Weber's.

Fortunately, Lu Kang has always been accustomed to using 'rules' to do things and accumulate strength—and then overthrowing them when he has enough strength.

"It's a pity that Webber, despite his brave appearance, is essentially a coward. He doesn't dare to confront Lemonhead directly, much less come along—"

As his only believer, Hier could also act as his 'inside man' in the burial mechanism of the Holy Church, gathering more information about the mechanism, and naturally, he could not be exposed.

Although they managed to form a group

But in the end, you still have to act on your own.

Bored, Lu Kang shook his hand, and the Moon Spirit Marrow fluid under his brief control began to change shape. It quickly transformed from a blurry, outline-less humanoid form into a tall, imposing classical knight in full plate armor wielding a long spear, then into a court swordsman in formal attire with a long sword at his waist, and finally into a 'maid' with a silver flowing secondary job.

If Kenneth were to witness this scene, he would undoubtedly be astonished by Lu Kang's exquisite control over magic.

It comes down to it.

Kenneth considered this to be Lu Kang's absolute guarantee of security.

In Yu Lukang's eyes, there was not much difference between toys and toys.

While killing time, Lu Kang glanced at the empty carriage and sensed that this ancient train, clearly existing only in the mystical world and woven from magic, was nothing more than a reminder of the tediousness of a formal commissioned mission.

He could have gotten from England to France in just a dozen or so steps.

The mystical world has never lacked magic tricks that can support rapid movement. Not to mention, a few years ago, a Grand-rank genius who came from the Clock Tower and is now sealed away invented a clever little magic trick that uses the mysterious material 'Witch Ointment' as the material, and uses its powerful elasticity to drag himself through the air to fly quickly to his destination.

That kind of magic trick was very popular, and its inventor made a fortune from patent fees.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess.

With this thought in mind, Lu Kang suddenly realized that inventing some simple but practical everyday magic tricks to earn patent fees might be a good direction.

With his current level of magic skills, such inventions are basically no more difficult than breathing.

Amidst the roaring operation of the train carriages.

The old train finally reached the shore amidst a long, drawn-out whistle of steam.

In a place unseen and unknown to anyone.

Crossing the sea.

Step into the vast fields of northern France.

...

"So, where is the destination of the commission?"

The train, which had stopped in the wilderness, drove away again. Lu Kang, standing tall and slender in a black coat, landed on the soil. The sky in northwestern France was dark with clouds, and the hazy sunlight poured down, reflecting on the vast, sparsely populated wilderness.

The Moon Spirit Essence, transformed into a maid, followed closely behind, carrying his travel luggage as if it were alive. With a flick of Lu Kang's wrist, she also expertly handed over the letter of authorization personally given to her by Kenneth.

There is only one simple line of text above.

A map of France with annotations.

Although one may have their own agenda, it's still important to maintain appearances beforehand.

The second step of the plan, proposed by Weber, was extremely complicated and involved entrusting the power of another party.

In Lu Kang's view, however, it was very simple.

That means finishing as quickly as possible, and then immediately freeing your hands to do your own work.

This is clearly not a difference in thinking or wisdom, but merely a difference in perspective and strength.

At this moment, looking at this map, even though Lu Kang had once roamed this land and even ruled it for nearly thirty years, the passage of time still made him feel unfamiliar.

Fortunately, he could still recognize the road.

That line of text is even easier to understand.

"Head to the puppeteer's magic workshop in northern France to collect El-Melloi's due payment."

Puppeteer,

Although this reminded Lu Kang of a Grand Puppeteer from the 'original work,' it seemed unlikely to be such a coincidence...

Maybe?

Roar!

Confirm location and destination.

Before setting off.

The wind on the open field suddenly intensified, and the deep roars carried by the wind howled and shook like thunder, making the air seem to boil.

Lu Kang looked in the direction of the sound and his eyebrows twitched slightly. Even though the sound was actually nearly ten kilometers away from him, he was still able to accurately detect it with his divine body. Located in this wilderness, he could see it instantly from such a great distance.

He saw a dense thicket.

They also captured a cluster of golden faces that moved rapidly, leaving trails of afterimages as if they were burning.

He saw it as a one-sided chase and battle.

He also clearly captured the stench of rotting corpses that permeated the air.

That is...

"Dead Apostles, and... creatures that look like wolves but are not wolves at all, but rather 'fantasy monsters' derived from a planet and close to the highest level, formed from a thick, mysterious substance—!?"

The Puppeteer and the Wolf.

Is it really such a coincidence?

Chapter Ninety-One: The Golden Wolf Formed from Illusion, A Dragon Hidden in Its Sleeve

Beneath the gloomy sky, the plains undulated, and beasts galloped through the lush forests like golden gusts of wind, their eyes blazing with fury. Their sharp claws and teeth, comparable to steel, tore apart undead races that had reached at least the fourth rank with just a light swipe.

These Dead Apostles, designated as 'Night Apostles,' are considered to be above the middle level among Dead Apostles. They have transcended the stage of being corpses who died from attacks by vampires but still have some vampire fluid remaining in their bodies, and can be controlled by true Dead Apostles.

It is also higher than a ghoul who only instinctively eats corpses.

They have regained a certain degree of self-awareness and can truly be called 'vampires,' but their corpses still decay and stink over time, requiring regular embalming—the so-called immortal 'dead.'

They maintain their thoughts and personalities from their previous lives and possess physical abilities that surpass those of ordinary humans. Although the price is that they need to endure 'sensitivity' greater than that of the living and suffer from many times more cold and thirst, and they are not perfect in themselves, this stage is already the stage of being a true 'dead disciple' or a disciple of death.

In human terms, corpses, ghouls, and the dead can only be considered as lower-class commoners or even the poor.

And those who belong to the 'Night' class can already be classified as nobles, even if they are only the lowest-ranking knights among the nobles, they are still nobles!

Their strength was immense, and their thick bones were enough to withstand enormous impacts.

Their skin is so tough that it can withstand the cuts of ordinary swords.

however.

At this moment, facing the rapid attacks that resembled flowing golden flames, they were more vulnerable than the ordinary people they had hunted before.

Whether it's power gained after death or abilities acquired during life.

Even some of the 'Night' beings, transformed by magicians, were instantly torn apart by the dazzling beast shadows that collided with them, which unleashed the mysterious power they once possessed and retained within their bodies.

They weren't the only ones being cut off.

There are also trees.

Even the land itself.

"A primitive hunt."

This is Lu Kang's simplest assessment from a distance: the scene of widespread suffering is not enough to be called a battle; it can only be described as a one-sided rout.