Weber Wilwitt's ideas and talents are something that few people can understand.

As a magician, he did not come from a famous family, nor did he meet the guidance of masters, and this young man almost completely relied on his own continuous self-study and cultivation to achieve few achievements in the field of magicians.

Finally, one day, the headquarters of the Magician's Magic Association, the headquarters of the Magician's Association of the Commander-in-Chief, and the highest university in London, commonly known as the "Clock Tower", sent him a job post.

In Weber's mind, this is undoubtedly a glorious achievement that no one can match, and his talent is naturally twice as high as ordinary people.

Webb Wilwitt is the man of the day since the creation of the Clock Tower, the new student that everyone has been impressed by - at least he is sure of it.

Indeed, Weber's magician lineage has only been passed down for three generations, and Weber is much worse than the magician descendants of famous families, both in terms of the density of magic marks accumulated from ancestors, and in the number of magic circuits that need to be inherited from generation to generation.

Among the scholarship students who practice in the clock tower, it is not uncommon for them to have more than six generations of magician bloodlines.

Because the mystery of magic is not something that can be achieved overnight in one generation, it can only be completed through the parents who give the results of their life's training to their children to inherit and then expand.

The longer the roots, the stronger the descendants of the magic family, the stronger the reason, and the number of magic circuits on all magicians has been decided at the time of birth, in this regard, the famous people even use their brains in fertility, and use eugenics to increase magic circuits for their offspring, of course, at this point, the emerging family is difficult to follow.

In other words, in the world of magicians, birth basically determines strength, and this saying is very popular.

However, Weber did not think so, he believed that the difference in history could be compensated by the growth of experience, and even if the other party had a magic circuit far more complex than his own, as long as the difference between talents could be completely eliminated through a deeper understanding of "magic" and more efficient use of magic.

Although Weber has always been active in showing his talents, he wants to tell others: I am a good example.

However, the reality is very cruel, those young masters and ladies who are eager to engrave the "nobility of blood" on their faces, and the flattering people who follow their butts and hope to have a relationship with famous families are the mainstream of the clock tower now.

This is no exception even for the lecturers in the clock tower, who have pinned their hopes entirely on the disciples from famous families, and as for "tyrant" researchers like Weber, they simply don't care about it.

No teacher was willing to listen patiently to Weber's questions, and the lecturers simply dismissed Weber's theoretical research as sophistry, and then forgot about it after refuting Weber with clever words.

These injustices drove Weber to take action.

In order to refute those who questioned his doctrine, Weber wrote a paper with his heart and mind.

This paper, entitled "Asking Where the Way of the Magic in the New Century," is the result of three years of conception and a year of penmanship.

If such a paper could indeed be submitted to the upper echelons of the Clock Tower and seen by the Adeptus Guilds around the world, it would surely stir up a thousand waves and cause an epoch-making progress.

But it didn't happen that Weber's paper had not really entered the field of vision of the higher-ups before it was read by a lecturer in the Necromantic Department of the Clock Tower and then torn up.

The man who tore up the paper was named Kanes El-Meroy Archibald (Netis·E1-Me11Oi·Archiba1D), the eldest son of the famous Archibald family of the ninth generation of magic blood, and was called "Sir El-Meroy" by those around him early on.

It is also the elite of the elite who has been engaged to the daughter of the head of the department, and has sat in the chair of the lecturer at a young age, a man who has always despised Weber from the bottom of his heart and is eager to show him at any time.

"This kind of paranoia of yours is not helpful in exploring the realm of magic, Webb."

With a condescending look and a voice of pity, Lecturer Canis looked down coldly into his eyes, and Weber was probably going to never forget it.

In Webb's nineteen-year life, there was no greater humiliation than this scene.

But no one responded to Weber's anger, and also, when comparing a small magician with a promising family, people would naturally choose the latter over the former, driven by profit.

Such clock towers and magicians' associations, in the opinion of Webb Velwitt, were incorrigible to the roots.

In the midst of Webber's indignant days, but with nowhere to vent his anger, he suddenly heard rumors that his hateful necromantic teacher, the rumored Sir El-Meroy, was going to the Far East to compete in a historic contest in order to propel his vain resume to the highest level.

That's the Holy Grail War.

As for the details of the contest called the "Holy Grail War", Webb was immediately overwhelmed by its magical content after several days and all-night investigations.

In order to obtain the "Holy Grail", a wish-fulfilling machine with huge magical power, summon the Heroic Spirit to fight for himself and fight for his life.

In such a duel, both title and authority will be meaningless, and only true strength can be used to decide the winner.

It may be barbaric to fight in this way, but it will also be a simple and unmisunderstood way to determine the superiority, and Webb feels that this is simply the best stage for the down-and-out genius to show his true strength.

Webb, who was caught up in excitement, got the smile of Lady Luck again a few days later.

The cause was an oversight on the part of the Logistics Service, when something requested by Lecturer Kanis, a relic related to a famous hero, was sent from Macedonia.

Weber, who happened to be hanging out in the logistics department, showed up for the courier, so he quickly took out his ID card as a student of Lecturer Kanis, and proposed that he take the courier to Lecturer Kanis.

Originally, this courier was supposed to be a special mail that should be opened by Kanis himself in person, but the people in the logistics department were generally lazy, and Webb's ID card was not a problem, so the courier also reached Webb's hands.

After returning to the room and opening the courier, Webb immediately realized that it was the catalyst used to summon the "servant" in the Holy Grail War.

Now he is facing a golden opportunity, anyway, the clock tower and the magician guild are no longer worth his nostalgia.

Compared to the glory of receiving the Holy Grail of Fuyuki City, the brilliance on the medal awarded by the clock tower for the outstanding graduates is completely like rubbish.

So on the same day, Webb left England behind and flew directly to the island nation of Japan alone.

Shortly after he left, the clock tower immediately revealed that someone had snatched the valuable package, but there was no sign that they were being tracked.

After all, no one knew that Webber cared about the Holy Grail War, and there was a fact that Weber didn't know was that in everyone's opinion, Webb Welwitt, a student, had hid Kanis's package in revenge for the humiliation of the lecturer, and no one would have thought that this former student would dare to participate in that life-threatening combat competition.

From this point of view, the people of the clock tower did underestimate Weber a little.

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Now, on the outskirts of Fuyuki, on the land where fate is about to befall him, in the farmhouse of Extreme Winter, Webb wraps himself in a quilt on the bed, and tries his best to suppress the smile that wells up in his heart.

It should be said that he couldn't suppress it at all.

The morning sun fell on Webb's face through the gap in the curtain, and it took him a few seconds to reach out to cover it, and when he saw the back of his hand, he couldn't help but laugh.

Now the holy relics are in hand, they are in the land of winter wood, and they have enough magic literacy...... The Holy Grail will never miss such a person.

Sure enough, the seal of the Commander's Servant, the three Commanding Spells, had clearly appeared on the back of Webber's hand last night, which had made him so excited that he hadn't even heard the roosters crow in the courtyard at dawn.

"Haha, my genius Webb will definitely win the Holy Grail War to the end."

"Lecturer Kanis, just wait and see."

Weber, who had been excited all night, muttered to himself excitedly as he took out the box containing the holy relics in his backpack and began the most important prelude before the Holy Grail War.

That is—summon your own Heroic Spirit.

(To be continued)