Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 89

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 89

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 90 King Arthur can’t possibly be a girl!

As for Kenneth, this Brit, the legends of King Arthur and the Round Table Knights could be said to have been ingrained in him since childhood.

After all, Britain isn’t a large place, and the legend of King Arthur almost encompasses all the elements of the British Isles: Celts, Germanic, combat, magic, knights, princesses, witches, and elves.

Whether it’s any country or any race, young boys basically all have the dream of having a great adventure, becoming famous in their youth, leading an army to glory on the battlefield, and wielding their sword to vanquish demons and evil dragons.

In European countries, this kind of youthful fantasy is almost entirely encompassed by the legend of King Arthur, condensed into the phrase “Knight’s Dream.”

Kenneth, of course, couldn’t escape this commonality.

Even as a genius, he would have had the Knight’s Dream as a child.

So when he Summoned King Arthur, Kenneth, though unwilling to admit it, was actually quite excited to meet his idol in private.

Humph, if it weren’t for that foolish, arrogant, overconfident student stealing his Holy Relic, Kenneth might not have noticed that a Holy Relic of this level was almost being defiled by a Magus Assassin, a disgrace to Magecraft.

But when Kenneth’s ambitions were met with a blond, blue-eyed girl standing before him, his excitement turned to shock.

If it weren’t for seeing her almost perfect attributes, Kenneth would have almost wanted to shove her back into the Magic Circle and go home to sleep, telling himself it was all a hallucination.

However, what truly shattered Kenneth’s illusion was learning after talking with Saber that her wish was to return to the day before her Coronation, denying the existence of King Arthur in history.

To Kenneth, this desire to negate his own past was absolutely ridiculous.

So after arriving in Japan and checking into a hotel, Kenneth simply set up his Magecraft Workshop, too lazy to even talk to the blonde-haired girl gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window at the high-rise buildings.

Artoria naturally sensed her master’s displeasure, but pretended not to know, continuing to stare at this foreign country so different from Camelot.

It was not only geographically distant from her kingdom, but also unimaginably far apart in time and space.

After the battle at the Sword of the Self, Camelot has fallen, now occupied by the former enemy, the Germanic Saxons.

Although the Celts are still known to the world, they have been almost completely assimilated by the enemy in terms of language and culture.

To Artoria, this is her responsibility.

In this world, there are no invincible kings, no eternally prosperous kingdoms.

Even the Great Source and deities have their times of decline; how could Artoria dare to hope for Camelot’s eternal existence?

However, the fall of countries does not equate to the death of nations; many nations have seen their regimes change over dozens of generations, yet their culture and language continue to be passed down, indicating that the decline of the divine age does not mean the complete extinction of divine civilization.

Other nations can leave behind their inheritance, and the Celts have no reason to be unable to do so.

If it weren’t for her own mistakes that led to the kingdom suffering heavy losses due to civil war and being invaded by foreign tribes, then even if Camelot fell, its culture should have been preserved.

This further solidified Artoria’s determination to seize the Holy Grail, return to the day of her coronation, and change history.

However, Artoria also knows that this wish of hers must seem very ridiculous and foolish in the eyes of others.

But Artoria doesn’t care.

Having fought for so many years in a kingdom struggling against foreign invasions and various natural disasters, her hands are not so clean.

Whether it was plundering villages for supplies for war or resolutely sending a portion of her troops as cannon fodder into the battlefield, Artoria has done her fair share.

The path of a king is inevitably drenched in blood and gore, and it is also unavoidable to be scorned and cursed by others.

The Master’s dissatisfaction and disregard are hardly even considered malice by Artoria.

Moreover, this Master is quite an excellent Magus, and in terms of personality, is simple and pure in certain aspects, so there is no conflict in their combat philosophies.

The most dissatisfied in the entire room is…

“Seriously, how long are we going to stay in this place? I want to go out for a walk!”

On the bed, there is a young woman flipping through a magazine while sipping red wine.

She has short red hair that resembles blazing fire, while her beautifully contoured face gives off an exceptionally cold and icy aura.

Coupled with the impatience in her eyes, she exudes a unique charm that combines noble elegance with youthful beauty.

Her name is Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri, the daughter of the Sophia family, who has held the position of head of the Spirit Summoning Department for generations.

However, due to her failure in inheriting the Magic Crest, Sola-Ui’s more important identity now is that of Kenneth’s fiancée.

Anyone seeing them for the first time would likely be surprised by their relationship.

From an Ordinary Person’s perspective, it’s a marriage between a young woman not yet 20 and an uncle who might be approaching 40… of course, Kenneth is actually only in his twenties.

From the perspective of those involved in Magecraft, Sola-Ui, who failed to inherit the Magic Crest, can only be said to ‘barely be worthy’ of Kenneth, the prodigy of Clock Tower, the Color-ranked Magus, and the Lord of El-Melloi.

As long as Kenneth wishes it, he could absolutely find a more perfect and excellent Elf female as his wife.

No matter from what angle, Kenneth should be the one in charge between the two.

But alas, the affairs between the sexes are always very strange, even more mysterious than Magecraft.

When Kenneth was the first to have his heart stirred, he was destined to be at a disadvantage in this battle.

And so, facing Sola-Ui, who has no awareness as a Holy Grail War participant, and could even be called a moron with her Requires, Kenneth only frowned… not because he was annoyed by Sola-Ui’s Requires, but precisely because he felt guilty for neglecting his fiancée.

“Alright, to prevent the leakage of Mystery, there’s a truce during the day. Sola-Ui, you should go rest and relax.”

The more Mystery is witnessed by the world, the more it declines.

Therefore, Magus tacitly avoid exposing Magecraft in public, which is a deeply ingrained practice in the hearts of all Magus in the Clock Tower.

Kenneth, who has no understanding of the cruelty of the Holy Grail War, naturally regards this as a basic discipline that the Far Eastern Magus should have.

After all, in Kenneth’s eyes, the so-called Holy Grail War is just a summoning contest held by the country bumpkin Magus in the desolate land of the Far East.

Do these people even have the guts to defy the world and risk being sanctioned by the Clock Tower to launch an attack in public?

However, out of love for his fiancée, Kenneth still looked at Saber.

“Saber, Sola-Ui is also your Master, so you will act as a temporary Knight to protect her.”

To Kenneth, the Holy Grail War’s Rite was child’s play, much like a cakewalk for a seasoned Master like himself, reminiscent of the effortless battles of a Servant like Gilgamesh.

Although he hadn’t fully grasped the core of the ritual, the peripheral magic circuits were a piece of cake for Kenneth, and tweaking the Mana supply target was as easy as adjusting the prana flow for a familiar like a magical girl’s partner, allowing for seamless control.

This cheat not only enabled him to take over and provide Mana when Sola-Ui’s reserves were depleted, but also granted Saber double the duration, much like the extended battle prowess of a Servant in a state of Berserker’s madness, fueled by the unrelenting fury of a warrior like Lancelot.

He could also conserve his energy and focus on dealing with those rural Magi.

In a sense, this was Kenneth’s form of respect for the Holy Grail War and the rural Magi.

If possible, Artoria would have liked to decline this proposal.

But after several days of interaction, she had seen clearly the nature of their relationship, knowing that her refusal would likely only worsen her standing with Kenneth.

Never mind, consider it an investment for better cooperation in the battles to come.

With this thought, Artoria nodded.

“Very well, Master, I will protect Miss Sola-Ui. If anything unexpected happens on your end, please use a Command Spell to recall me.”

Although Artoria was quite vague, Kenneth and Sola-Ui both knew what kind of ‘unexpected’ situation she was referring to.

As expected, Kenneth proudly lifted his head,

“Unexpected? What kind of unexpected could there be? In my fortress of a Magecraft Workshop, what could possibly be unexpected?”

The location where Kenneth and the others currently were, was the most luxurious Hyatt Hotel in Fuyuki City.

With a towering 32 stories that overlooked the entire city, its facilities and decor were extravagantly opulent, often the venue for banquets and social gatherings of the elite.

Kenneth spent a fortune to reserve the entire top floor, setting up 24 layers of Barriers and numerous traps, even involving different gravitational spaces.

Not to mention his array of magical devices; Kenneth believed that even a Magus from the Far East might not have seen the likes of 3 Mana Furnaces.

So, Kenneth really couldn’t fathom how he could lose.

The strongest Heroic Spirit, the strongest Magus, the strongest setup──how could he lose?

This confidence also made him completely disregard Artoria’s warnings, not even getting angry, just giving a casual laugh.

After Artoria and Sola-Ui left together, Kenneth then focused, continuing to manipulate Mana with his specialized atmospheric and aquatic composite Attribute Circuit to arrange his Magecraft Workshop.

Although he looked down on other Magi, Kenneth believed that his foolish student would definitely join the fray.

From an outsider’s perspective, Kenneth’s suppression of that thesis and his public mockery of it seemed to carry a hint of protecting his student.

In the modern society, the notion of valuing talent over lineage is gaining traction, but that’s because most people are born with similar innate intelligence, and their achievements are more influenced by their postnatal environment.

However, in the world of Magecraft, such a notion doesn’t exist.

For over 99 percent of the people, their achievements are predetermined at birth.

The Clock Tower, as the world’s center of Magecraft, naturally holds the mainstream ideology like Kenneth’s Noble Faction.

Although there are Modern Faction members who believe talent outweighs bloodline, at this level of confrontation, how could an ordinary student with only 3 generations of Magus background withstand it?

If that thesis continues to be published and spread, it will undoubtedly spark another conflict between the Modern Faction and the Noble Faction.

Without any decisive strength on either side, such a conflict would inevitably end with both sides backing down.

But the protagonist who caused this stir might not be so lucky.

A mere ripple from the conflict between the two factions could crush him.

Unfortunately, both Kenneth and that student are overly confident in their talents, thinking themselves superior.

The protected lacks gratitude for the Falna, and the benefactor lacks the awareness of protecting others.

Especially after learning the Holy Relic was stolen, Kenneth decided to give this audacious youngster a harsh lesson, letting him experience the cruelty of the Magus world!

Although Fuyuki City and London are both coastal, in Sola-Ui’s perception, the climates are entirely different.

London’s winter is colder and more humid, with dozens of days without sunlight being the norm.

But in this island nation at the end of the world, the winter sky remains high and clear, and the cold wind is even more piercing.

For Sola-Ui, who has always lived under strict treaties, this intense sensation is quite unfamiliar, yet it still fails to touch her heart.

Since she was a child, Sola-Ui understood that being born into a renowned magical family with an heir, her only purpose was to marry into another family.

So even if she had to marry a man she had no interest in, she never felt regret, nor did she ever doubt her fate.

Because her soul had already been sealed and frozen.

Therefore, after not walking far in Fuyuki City, Sola-Ui lost interest in exploring this foreign city.

Everywhere were High-Rise Buildings similar to London, and the streets lacked the characteristics of this country, even if some features of the fishing village were preserved, it would have had some charm.

Until they passed by a Commercial Street, Sola-Ui’s line of sight was drawn to a corner of the street.

“Huh? What’s this? Is it called a claw machine, right?”

Dragging Artoria along, Sola-Ui inserted coins into the machine, but failed to grab the doll even after 7 or 8 attempts, and it was even farther from being ejected.

Frustrated, Sola-Ui slapped the machine, making it shake, and then looked at Artoria with a pleading expression.

“Saber, help me out!”

“Huh? Me? Sola-Ui, this…”

Looking at the claw machine in front of her, Artoria’s normally stoic face showed a hint of perplexity.

When a Heroic Spirit is summoned, they are granted the necessary common sense for modern life, but that definitely doesn’t include playing claw machines.

Just then, a voice came from behind the two.

“If you don’t mind, I can help you grab it.”

Sola-Ui turned to look at the speaker and met the gaze of a individual.

It was a silver-haired boy who looked only 15 or 16 years old, but was exceptionally handsome.

His azure eyes, reminiscent of a glacier, and his deep, elegant features, which shone with a brilliant light in the sunlight, gave Sola-Ui a strong sense of impact, like staring directly at the scorching sun, and her consciousness was momentarily clouded.

But when she came back to her senses, she suddenly felt a strange, unfamiliar flutter in her chest, and her face grew hot.

Sola-Ui, who normally would have rejected any advances from strangers, especially men, found herself nodding involuntarily.

“…Really, is it really okay?”

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