Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

However, even so, El-Melloi II neither roared nor showed any surprise.

He simply rested his hand on his chin, thinking about something for a moment.

Finally, he came to his senses in shock.

"Of course not."

After he finished speaking, he pushed Flatt away coldly.

"Wait, wait, come on, please, Professor! No, it's Big Ben, the London Star!"

"Don't mention that nickname in front of me! And why would anyone choose that nickname? You're simply looking down on me, aren't you? You absolutely look down on me!"

"Please be flexible! I'll come up with a new nickname for the professor that'll surprise you! Let me think about it. Oh, right, something like Absolute Domain Magician Teacher!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell without ever being able to graduate!"

Flatt, receiving the cold shoulder, wandered the academy in a visibly depressed mood. He looked anything but a twenty-year-old, muttering "lost, lost" as he descended the long staircase.

887 then one by one

"Ah, you've come just in time."

The woman downstairs spoke to him like this.

The woman was a clock tower clerk, and she was carrying a large amount of mail and a small package.

"This is a package addressed to your professor over there. Could you please give it to him for me?"

As a result, Flatt had to help deliver the package, and the recipient was Master V, who had unilaterally pushed him away just a moment ago.

Woohoo, is the professor still angry?

As Flatt climbed the long stairs with passive imagination, he suddenly became concerned about the contents of the box and used the magic of clairvoyance to confirm it.

It was a short sword with a rather ominous shape, as if used in some kind of ritual.

The next moment, he used his perfect clairvoyance to see the name engraved on the blade, and his whole body was enveloped by a feeling of electric current running through it.

This knife...could it be!

Professor Yiyi...! For me?

The boy, who had completely misunderstood himself, started running away with the box in his arms.

There were many characters engraved on the box, but none of them were decipherable. They were probably explanations of foreign magic.

However, instead of deciphering the text, he chose to concentrate on running around the school building.

At this moment, looking at this scene in the picture.

Countless magicians and heroic spirits no longer had the desire to complain.

Mainly, it's outrageous.

Not only did he use the magic of clairvoyance to peek into his professor's package.

He even regarded an imitation knife as an item for summoning heroic spirits.

[Tousaka Rin: Hahahaha, that's a bit stupid.]

【El-Melloi II: Eh, how come I only accepted something like this.】

Iskandar: I find it very interesting.

The screen continues to play!!!

At this moment, the focus returned to El-Melloi again.

El-Melloi looked at Flat in front of him and said with some disbelief.

"I can't stand it... Are you here again?"

El-Melloi II saw Flat running down the corridor with an expression of obvious disgust, but Flat held up the small package.

"Professor...this...this...this package...give it...to me!"

Perhaps due to running at full speed for over a hundred meters, Flatt, who was rapidly running out of oxygen, handed over the box breathlessly.

Meanwhile, the professor wondered what was going on and looked at the box. He then saw the address written on it and the markings on the wrapping paper, then nodded and asked.

"By the way, this thing is...why, do you really want this?"

When the young man heard this question, he nodded vigorously like a rock musician shaking his head.

"Well, I'll give it to you if you want. It's of no use to me anyway."

After hearing the professor's answer, Flatt's face showed the most dazzling expression in his life.

"Thank you so much! Thank you so much! I, I'm so glad to be the professor's apprentice!"

El-Melloi II looked at his tearful apprentice as he ran away, muttering in astonishment:

"Really? He's the complete opposite of me when I was younger. He must have used X-ray vision to see the contents... Is there anything in there that he wants so badly?"

A few minutes later

El-Melloi II returned to his room and thought of his unworthy disciple, while shifting his gaze towards the cabinet at the back of the room.

Stopping before a cabinet locked with both physical and magical shackles, El-Melloi II carefully unlocked it and took out the items inside.

It was a piece of cloth stored in a special safe.

The fabric looked quite old, and must have been completely rotten and useless.

However, the fact that the cloth was better preserved than the various items in the room confirmed that it was not an ordinary rag.

"Lead other Servants and conquer the world..."

After thinking of Flatt's joke just now, he kept frowning and twisted the corners of his mouth.

"I never expected to hear such foolish yet nostalgic words from my disciple."

Then, he stared at the fabric in the box with a nostalgic look in his eyes and muttered to himself.

"There was no way I could stop him from talking. I even considered giving it to him. Should I be grateful that I didn't have to do that?"

El-Melloi II still frowned but revealed a relieved air. He closed the lid and thought about the package he had given to his disciple.

"Although I'm not in a position to say this, this system of entrusting personal packages to others for delivery is indeed worth reviewing, even though it's not a particularly serious issue."

"Never mind. Anyway, if that kind of gift can make him forget about the Holy Grail War, it's not bad."

A few months ago

After happily playing a Japanese-made game that he had picked up out of interest in his personal room, the professor carefully filled out the questionnaire included in the game software packaging.

He specially affixed expensive stamps to the items and sent them by airmail. Perhaps because of their rarity, the room was filled with related products that were won through various questionnaires.

Actually, he had little interest in these products. He kept sending questionnaires simply because he wanted to get feedback on the game.

Then, a few months later,

He was someone who would place an order directly when he came across a product he really wanted. When he saw the name of the Japanese manufacturer written on the small package, he concluded that it was probably one of the usual special products, so he gave it to Flat, who was pressing him with a gleam in his eyes, without opening it.

As he had judged, the package was the usual game-related gifts.

Of course, Flatt was completely unaware of this.

He thought this was an item the professor had prepared for him to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Without informing anyone, he bought a plane ticket and went to the venue of this Holy Grail War.

At this moment, looking at this scene in the picture.

Everyone in the Clock Tower had an inexplicable smile on their face.

El-Melloi II participated in the Holy Grail War by secretly taking the items prepared by his teacher and then secretly participating.

Although the items in Flatt's hand were not taken secretly.

However, his act of secretly participating in the Holy Grail War without informing his teacher was exactly the same as his professor's.

This is also a kind of inheritance to some extent, right?

The screen continues to play!!!

A few days later, in Snowfield Central Park

It was afternoon, with the sun shining brightly overhead.

Flatt didn't even pack his luggage properly before catching a plane and flying directly to the US mainland.

Although he had done some rough research on the Holy Grail War, he had no clear understanding of the details.

In this situation, Flatt has too many questions to ask before he can qualify.

But now he was gazing at the pattern appearing on his right hand with great joy.

"This thing is so cool. Will the Command Seal disappear after using it?"

Flatt rubbed his right hand frequently and muttered from time to time - but the next moment, his shoulders drooped weakly.

"It seems like it will disappear. Fine, then I will definitely not use the Command Spell!"

How on earth could he have seen through the system that made the Command Seals disappear upon use? If anyone related to the "Holy Grail War" were present, they would definitely catch him and get to the bottom of it.

But luckily, there seemed to be only ordinary parent-child shops around.

Flat continued to stare at the Command Spell for a while, then opened the cloth bag in his hand.

What emerged from the cloth bag was a small knife.

It's a cheap, ominous-looking knife with black and red as its base color.

Even without being sharpened, its luster gives people an extraordinary sense of luxury.

"But I really should thank the professor. Despite what he said originally, he still prepared such a handsome relic just for me!"

After Flatt took the knife out of the box, he not only did not realize his misunderstanding, but it would be more accurate to say that he even set foot on this land with a misunderstanding that was even deeper.

And then, what was incredible was that the Holy Grail actually chose him, and the Command Seals that qualified him to participate in the Holy Grail War also resided in his body.

Just like the moment before, he continued to mutter occasionally while comparing the knife and the Command Seal.

After about thirty minutes,

Something had happened in that park that would have caused other Command Spell holders to faint if they knew about it.

This was nothing short of a miracle. If his teacher, El-Melloi II, were present, he would have kneed him three times before offering anxious praise.

It was unclear whether his accomplishments were a miracle, a coincidence, or perhaps simply due to his own talent. Regardless, in some ways, this was a profound humiliation to this hypocritical Holy Grail War.

However, the only one who could notice this was Flat himself.

I ask you, are you the master who summoned me?

“Y-yes?”

Because the voice was so refreshing, Flat couldn't help but stand up and look around.

However, only families or couples walking around could be seen, and the person who spoke just now could not be found.

Can I take that answer just now as a yes? Then the contract is complete. As fellow Holy Grail seekers, let's get along.

"Huh? Huh?"

Although he turned his head vigorously up and down and left and right, he still couldn't find the person who made the sound.

The source of the voice ignored the young man's confusion and continued speaking:

To actually... summon a Servant in front of everyone without an altar? My Master is truly incredibly courageous! ...No, wait...If there's no altar, isn't there a summoning spell?

"Well, well... sorry, I was playing around with the flow of magic power... and then, it seems like I accidentally connected. Uh, I'm really sorry for using this summoning method."

Well...it doesn't matter. It means you are a pretty good magician.

It seemed that the sound similar to the existence of the Servant seemed to be ringing from within his head.

While confirming "where" the magic power was flowing through his body through the Command Seals, Flat spoke to his own mind with great trepidation.

"Excuse me...it seems that I...no, it seems that I missed the touching moment...do all Servants feel this way?"

No, I'm special. You don't have to take it too seriously.

The servant's voice sounded more straightforward than expected, but strangely, although it had a gentlemanly style, it did not give any sense of any specific origin.

In any case, I really don't have any so-called "origin." My figure and appearance can be said to be ever-changing or to be nothing at all.