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Chapter 82

Lately, Waver often found himself wondering if the world also drew some sick pleasure from giving him one headache after the other like his sister. Reines would surely be kicking her feet in glee if she saw him now. He could even imagine the sadistic smirk playing across her lips.

His attempts at keeping Henry away from the Mystic Eyes Collection Train had been an utter failure. That willful student of his ended up arriving a day later sure, but that changed nothing. Waver was even cont...

Chapter 81

After only a few minutes, I got the distinct impression Olga Marie was a neglected child.

Desperate to prove herself. Unsure. Skittish. Quick to anger. Overly sensitive to any perceived insults as well as compliments. Also, bossy. But, I supposed that last trait was common to all nobles. She wasn't just a 'noble' either. The Animusphere had lorded over the Department of Astrology since the very inception of the Clock Tower, and boasted influence and power rarely ever matched or question...

Chapter 80

My meetings with these people thus far had been either them threatening ungodly violence for simply breathing or spouting some insane ideology where I was less than a dog then being reasonable. To say I was surprised when a Church Executor was nice enough to offer me a hand after I bumped into him would be a massive understatement.

For a good second, I waited for him to reveal himself as a Grand Wizard of the Klan like Sancraid. No words came. The older gentleman stood calmly, a sort of...

Chapter 79

Sipping my black tea, I debated whether or not it was a good idea to share my findings about the train we were on with my Professor. Judging by how he was solely concerned with my presence, I sincerely doubted he realized his own situation. 

I wasn't much surprised by this, in all honesty.

My Professor did, after all, have a penchant for landing himself in the middle of nonsensical and extreme situations just by taking a walk or a long drive. Perhaps, even more than I did. 2025-09-27 14:54:23 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 78

Waver awoke expecting the familiar thrum of the train he'd boarded the previous night, but soon realized that there had been no noise even then. It was strange, but considering the inherent nature of the Rail Zeppelin, perhaps not so strange at all.

That was to say, he wished that noise he'd grown accustomed to over a decade of travelling all over the world would still be there. Yet, if he started noting such things, there'd be no end. The train was larger on the inside than it was on t...

Chapter 77

The pain came immediately and from everywhere. My head throbbed like it was about to explode, like someone had stabbed me through the back. My eyes stung fiercely. I felt something warm and wet trickle down my cheek.

It then spread, to each and every one of the magic circuits throughout my body. All three-hundred-and-thirty-seven of them. They took the brunt of it even, barely holding on as they focused entirely on supporting my brain during the sudden influx of information.

With ...

Chapter 76

A/N: Someone needs to put the "FA" sound effect over some of the stuff he does in these chapters ToT.

Compared to humans, the Dead Apostles were simply superior existences. They were borne of ancient mystery, wielded a power beyond understanding, possessed great strength and most of all, they were immortal. The presence of powerful communication tools, social media and whatnot, had only stabilized them instead of weakening the mystery that made them.

The myth of vampirism, of bloo...

Chapter 75

For a couple of nutjobs ready to burn down an entire town filled with people, the Executors refused the cliche option that'd lead to us fighting each other, then possibly getting jumped by the so-called Dead Apostle they were hunting.

After a pregnant pause, Vespaio held up a hand, the other behind his back. The Executor then shook his head. "My wishes aside, we simply do not possess the manpower to risk needless conflict. Not when a heathen far greater than yourself might choose to str...

Chapter 74

Of course, even knowing that she was leading us into a trap, neither of us really made any effort towards caution. Luviagelita was from a long line of adventurers, the sort of folks Lara Croft would be impressed by. I was... well, I was me. That was all I had to say about that.

We passed by the town's citizens, shambling about like zombies. I even saw one guy walk straight into a wall, hit his head, then somehow keep trying to walk in that same direction until someone bumped into them w...

Chapter 73

A/N: I hope the little break from writing didn't lessen the quality.

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When I came to in the morning, instead of my dingy and uncomfortable pillow, my head was resting on something much softer. My first thought was that perhaps my long awaited kidnapping and waking up in a lab adventure was finally about to start, but then I took a look around.

Unfortunately, I was still in the shitty room we managed to find after asking the locals for a hotel. Accommodations for travellers ...

Chapter 72

I wanted to double post today but the damn headaches.

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"You know, I feel like someone who got sent to the boonies for insubordination with a lame excuse. The kind of punishment you get for not listening that isn't technically a punishment but everyone knows it is one."

I was perched atop a dry stone wall, watching the Sun set against verdant hills and distant frosted peaks. Out here, it was even colder than London, which I failed to account for completely, and even the gras...

Chapter 71

It was a difficult pill to swallow for someone like him.

Waver Velvet accepted that he could never be exceptional no matter how hard he fought or how desperately he grasped for a place among those of monstrous talent and those who sat at the crux through the efforts of none other than themselves. This was a bitter truth he'd come to accept, and it did not stop his desires or his ambitions.

No, what upset him now was that the Clock Tower, whose core ideal should've been pursuit of ...

Chapter 70

After a good hour of kowtowing, apologising to my mother and saying whatever she wanted to hear, I finally managed to retreat to my room upstairs. Of course, I also dragged Caren with me too lest the hellspawn do something worse.

My room was decidedly simple, mostly because I never even used it. A simple bed. A closet. A shelf with a few books 'borrowed' from one of the Clock Tower's many libraries, and a simple study table beside the bed with a lamp and a laptop. Oh, also a nice carpet...

Chapter 69

That very same day, as I was on my way back to get my professor's opinions on the factional politics within the Clock Tower, I was attacked. A couple of blocks away from Norwich, even. Suddenly faced with half a dozen assailants, I was truly baffled for a good second.

I thought they'd be a lot more... well... a lot more cautious in their approach, especially since the Sealing Designation was yet to even go through. That made this a wholly unprovoked attack on my person, and I was allowe...

Chapter 68

Despite the foreboding nature of the little altercation, and the alarms rung by Luvia's observations right after, nothing of note happened. No one tried to jump me. No one showed up to give warning glares in front of my home. But, I wasn't stupid enough to lower my guard just because of that.

Of course, there was always a decent chance that Lord Inorai simply backed off but... no. That wasn't how a magus operated, and it was certainly not how one who ruled them would operate, especially...

Chapter 67

Unlike my last visit to Valuay, the eccentric magi that made up the Department of Creation did not just cast a sideways glance before going about their usual business. No, they were visibly alarmed. Some left. Others tried to make themselves appear small. Most failed at hiding their curiosity and their annoyance.

While yes, the magi Valuay aligned to the principles of the Trambelio Faction, the fact that talent almost certainly always lay with esteemed lineages didn't just become untrue...

Chapter 66

Even in the classroom, there was a marked distance between myself and the temporary students that attended Lord El-Melloi II's lectures, the lord the New Agers idolised and placed all their hopes on.

There were different faces there each and every day, some appeared again twice a week. All of them wore the same distant expression. They left the centremost chairs empty, even the ones behind them, because that was where I usually sat... As Henry, I failed to understand the sentiment.

Chapter 65

A/N: I really like how this one turned out.

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Weeks passed. I returned to my lessons at Norwich and neared the end of my studies at Mystile under the Trambelio Family. Moreso because the lecturers finally got fed up with me stealing and improving their formulae for basic fundamental magecraft. When they realised their offers for apprenticeship and adoption were hitting a wall instead of actually doing something, they threw a hissy fit and 'graduated' me... which was just a politic...

Chapter 64

For the longest time, the Grand ranked magus that I'd come to admire simply... stared at me. None uttered a word, none dared move. For all intents and purposes, someone should have attacked Maio, but it was only fair that no one wanted to risk having Touko Aozaki turned their way by the Herbalist, no matter how absurd it all sounded.

In the first place, something like a poison or whatever should have been nothing for a person of her standing. It didn't take a genius to glean that. No, s...

Chapter 63

Mystery. The foundation of our world.

Birthed by belief, birthed by age and birthed by nature. Stabilised by those same aspects of man's world as well. Mystery gave the magus the ability to enact those phenomena that granted them superiority over the common man, and it was also what gave the older magus families their ironclad superiority over any new men and women that joined their world.

By the simple virtue of being an older mystery, a phenomenon could dominate or nullify a you...

Chapter 62

Unlike Adra, where there was no one to supersede the authority of the Lord of Norwich, the people involved this time were wholly different. The Lord of the land denied his request, as did the Lord of Valuay, Inorai, claiming they simply weren't in the mood to argue this late into the day.

The Professor had no choice but to back down in the face of such a vehement denial, and when I offered to gather all of them by force, he denied my help, telling me it was stupid to put myself in more ...

Chapter 61

The Professor moved a finger to his lips and gave a barely noticeable shake of his head before I finished. He wandered over to the doorway before tapping his finger against the frame several times. He repeated the same with the windows, and even the fireplace nestled in a corner.

He then politely asked Maio and Islo to leave.

"As this is a matter considering a member of my family, I request some privacy as one of the Twelve Lords."

Maio's pale face reddened. "And the one you...

Chapter 60

Mine was a bitter triumph.

Yes, it was an inevitable victory. In the first place, as long as the enemy was a practitioner of magecraft, that was to say, they used mana to fight, it was impossible to achieve total victory against me. My disposition allowed me to dismantle any spell midcast, steal, improve, and then lop it right back at the caster in less than a fraction of a second.

I freely admitted it was straining for my brain to process all that information, but it was not impo...

Chapter 59

Magi were insane.

That was a truth known to all, from those who'd just begun dabbling in magecraft, to those who came from the oldest of lineages and ruled their world. There was no morality to be found, no argument to be made, they were all people who had abandoned everything towards the relentless pursuit of mysticism, of that distant desire they all shared.

Yet, there were limits. There had to be limits. Insanity wasn't meant to be a metaphor for lack of reasoning, or lack of t...

Chapter 58

The Holy Grail War.

A concept I was somewhat familiar with, even with my barely surface-level knowledge when about this world. A 'war' between heroes of legend, summoned into the present at the behest of seven magi to fight and bleed. The victor's reward, a wish from a supposedly omnipotent wish-granting device called the Holy Grail.

That was the sort of reward that spurred the 'servants', legendary tyrants, kings, gods, monsters, and slaughterers, into action. The sort of the rew...

Chapter 57

A/N: Sorry about yesterday, I had a slight fever.

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As I made my way through the forest at an, admittedly, casual pace for the current state of conflict, I began to notice irregularities. The way the trees swayed, the dry branches that seemed to coil and dance just out of sight, even the shadows that were at times too long or too orderly for a place like this.

It was unnatural, not in the way that there was something out of place, unnatural in that everything was a little to...

Chapter 56

After all the man had done for me with nothing in exchange, the Professor was my ride-or-die. Unlike Inorai, or almost every other magi I'd met thus far, Waver El-Melloi II possessed no ulterior motives at all when he first came to me.

That demanded respect.

So, when he respectfully asked me to help him out, hesitation was the farthest thing from my mind. I immediately travelled to the location he gave me, not through any public transit or car, but instead, through the high-speed ...

Chapter 55

This chapter may have given me diabetes. I hope you guys like it.

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I realised on the flight back that recreating Infinity in its true form was completely impossible for me, as I was. After all, my mind, as enhanced as it was by my eyes and vast magic circuits, couldn't possibly continue to divide a finite space into a truly 'infinite' number of sequences. Mine was a copy based on principle, it wasn't a technique embedded into a part of my brain.

However, there was a way aro...

Chapter 54

I... honestly didn't get why Caren's usually dead face held traces of genuine worriy after the provocations Sancraid had just spewed.

Yeah, they were vile, and I was going to bash his face against the concrete until nothing except red mush remained of it BUT, it also wasn't like I was the sort of easily offended person to 'see red' or 'lose control' or some equally weird shit over a couple of words.

So anyway, I started blastin'.

Ehem... I mean-

"Cursed Technique Rever...

Chapter 53

As far as my knowledge went, most of the Holy Church's operations were carried out by the likes of exorcists, specialised in dealing with certain unnatural forces (daemons) that plagued society via cleansing rituals and weaker spells that fell under the designation of Baptism Rites.

These people were... of no real threat to someone like myself. They simply weren't equipped to deal with human combatants wielding the same power as them. In this case, there was another group of individuals...