Nathan Animusphere sat in the main seat of the living room, gently tasting the black tea in his cup.
He had been reincarnated into this world for seventeen years now, becoming the eldest son of the Clock Tower’s Department of Astromancy Lord, Marisbury Animusphere, and heir to the Department of Astromancy.
The Department of Astromancy of the Clock Tower may not be that famous, but his father has a very famous undertaking— Building Chaldea, sustaining the Human Order, which is the main story line of the mobile game, Fate/Grand Order.
Before his reincarnation, Nathan had also been one of the Masters who saved the Human Order.
Of course, in this world line, Chaldea hasn’t been established yet, and Nathan isn’t sure whether it will come into existence.
Because Marisbury Animusphere participated in the Fifth Holy Grail War, summoned Solomon, won the victory, and then wished for a large amount of money to establish Chaldea.
But now, Nathan is preparing to participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War, and just the time gap is ten years.
For now, let’s stop the reminiscing.
Nathan puts down his black tea, folds his hands, and looks down at Tohsaka Tokiomi below: “Tohsaka Family Head, how have you considered my proposal?” Tokiomi’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and his expression was somewhat dejected.
Although he was older by a considerable margin, he was far inferior to Nathan in both magical attainments and social status.
He bowed and said: “As you said, I went to investigate the Matou Family.
It should have been a water-attribute magic, a graceful magical user of commandment butterflies, yet it had turned into something as disgusting as Crest Worms!” His expression was one of lingering fear: “I almost sent Sakura to that kind of hellhole.
Just thinking about the various torments Sakura might suffer after being sent there, I have nightmares at night.” He bowed deeply to Nathan: “I truly don’t know how to thank you enough for informing me of this matter and saving my daughter from future calamity.” “It’s just a small favor.
I just don’t like tragedies.” Nathan didn’t really care.
Saving Sakura is a standard procedure for Reincarnators, nothing special.
There’s still the step of killing the worms to complete.
“So, how about adopting her as my disciple, as I mentioned?” Nathan said.
“Imaginary Numbers is an extremely rare attribute.
Even in the Clock Tower, where Magi gather, there are very few who study Imaginary Numbers magic.
Only I, as the heir of one of the Twelve Lords, can allow Tohsaka Sakura to develop in the best possible way.” Since Nathan had put it that way, Tokiomi naturally couldn’t refute it.
And indeed, he couldn’t find better conditions than Nathan’s.
More importantly, with such a rare magical attribute, if Sakura were not a formal Magus, other Magi who discovered her would treat her as a precious experimental material, or even a heartless breeding machine.
If she became Nathan’s disciple, even without a Magic Crest, simply by virtue of being a disciple of a Clock Tower Lord, she could easily be protected from harm.
Tokiomi bowed to him: “It would be my daughter’s honor.
When would be convenient for you?
I’ll arrange the ceremony for becoming your disciple.” Nathan said: “I’m free lately, anytime.
You decide.” “Then three days from now.” Tokiomi stood up, preparing to leave.
“Thank you again for your kindness.” Watching Tokiomi leave, Nathan received another request for a magical communication.
This is also a common problem among most Magi… they refuse to accept the development of technology, preferring to endure all kinds of inconveniences.
Nathan also recognized who was sending the communication request— Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald.
The tragic figure from the original Fourth Holy Grail War.
His student stole his catalyst, causing him to summon Diarmuid, who ended up cuckolding him.
He was then hit by Emiya Kiritsugu’s Origin Bullet, which completely destroyed his Magic Circuits.
He died miserably in the end.
Of course, now, Kayneth doesn’t need to worry about such a miserable fate.
After all, Nathan is also participating in the Holy Grail War.
He certainly doesn’t want to be hit by Origin Bullets or be blown up by bombs.
So he used predictive Astromancy, spent a large sum of money to hire mercenaries, and the Clock Tower’s dedicated combat personnel to eliminate Emiya Kiritsugu in advance.
He connected the communication, and from the other end came Kayneth’s complaining voice: “Nathan, you were right.
There really was some reckless, ignorant bastard who stole my catalyst.” “My beloved student, Waver Velvet.
It seems I need to teach him the unique kind of slaughter among Magi.
Magi aren’t such a warm and fuzzy existence.” Nathan replied: “So, have you chosen a backup catalyst?” “It’s that [Peerless Beauty], the chief warrior of the Irish Fianna, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
This time, I plan to bring Sola along to let her see my heroic bearing.” Kayneth said, “What do you think?
If I crush those country Magi and achieve the final victory, will I win Sola’s heart and make her look at me with new eyes?” ‘She’s going to cuckold you.’ Nathan sighed in pity.
He really couldn’t understand how Kayneth fell for someone as useless as Sola.
And she’s not even faithful.
In the original work, after Kayneth was paralyzed, Sola wanted to elope with Diarmuid, even breaking Kayneth’s fingers, demanding that he transfer the Command Spells to her.
It was utterly appalling.
And even after that, Kayneth remained infatuated with Sola, even making Diarmuid commit suicide to ensure Sola’s safety.
He’s simply a very faithful simp.
Moreover, what Kayneth didn’t know was that Sola had actually privately hinted at Nathan, but Nathan had rejected her.
He had no interest in Sola.
Nathan reminded him: “Are you sure you want to do this?
Don’t you remember Diarmuid’s legend?
His lord’s fiancée fell in love with him, and Sola happens to be your fiancée, right?” Nathan’s words left Kayneth breathless.
“Damn it!
How could I have forgotten that?
No, Sola can’t come, and Diarmuid can’t be summoned either.
I need to change catalysts!” Kayneth on the other end of the line immediately made a decision.
But after that, he cleared his throat, his tone a bit awkward: “Speaking of which, Nathan, my dear friend, I’ve always wanted to ask, how do you manage to be so popular with so many women?
I also want Sola to think more highly of me.” Kayneth still remembered that every time Nathan went to class, a group of girls would confess their love to him, even willing to not get married, just be a mistress.
This made Kayneth quite envious.
Because Sola had absolutely no interest in him.
“Popular?” Nathan’s voice was tinged with confusion.
“Isn’t it just standing there and having the girls throw themselves at you?” Nathan’s words left Kayneth speechless.
He finally realized that he and Nathan were not the same kind of people.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first.
I still need to find a new catalyst.” Kayneth hastily ended the communication, much like a loser who had been crushed by a winner in life.