Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

"A person from the Clock Tower? State your name!"

Aslan scratched his head, while at the same time quietly pushing Melusine's head, which had peeked out, back into the bag. This action almost made Melusine open her mouth and bite Aslan hard.

"Even if I state my name, I imagine I am a magus whose name you have never heard. Aslan... let's just say I'm a researcher of Faerie Letters."

Aslan had never expected that simply by stating his name, he could make these assassins retreat. After all, the identity he got from Merlin was just a fake one, an existence that had never been active in the world of magi before. How could it have any great reputation? Even if the name "Aslan" existed within the Clock Tower, it would probably be from his time as a blacksmith 1500 years ago, a nightmare legend left for magi as Morgan's companion. It was not a strange thing for parents to give their children the same name as a famous person from ancient times. Even if the people of this era heard his name, they would probably just exclaim— Oh, the same name as that once-famous Holy Knight and blacksmith.

It would just be a simple exclamation and a plain reaction. In the legends, that famous blacksmith who once fought alongside King Arthur eventually went to the world of the Fae, while the Holy Knight, the Son of God Aslan, after fighting a powerful enemy in the legends, was welcomed back to paradise by the Seraphim. No one would ever think that Aslan was that same person from 1500 years ago. Oh, there was one person present who thought of it, and that was a certain black-haired "girl" who had also lived from ancient times until now. It was just that this girl hadn't expected Aslan to not even bother with a fake name. But thinking about it, it was normal. After all, Aslan was different from her. In the past 1500 years, Aslan had mainly lived in the Inner Sea of the Planet. In this era, there were very, very few people who could recognize his face. Probably the only one who could recognize Aslan directly was Morgan. Of course, this was a good thing, convenient for him to hide his strength.

As expected, the leader of the assassins rubbed his chin, trying his best to recall if there was anyone named Aslan in the entire world of magi. There was an old man who researched the creation of magical tools with that name, but he didn't match the young man before him at all. In other words, this little brat before him was a no-name?

"A little brat who hasn't made a name for himself dares to appear before us? You've got some guts!"

Aslan had a relaxed and confident smile on his face as he looked at the scar-faced assassin leader before him. "Just because I haven't made a name for myself doesn't mean I'm weak. If you underestimate me, your life will be like a candle in the wind."

The assassin leader said nothing, merely opening the case beside him and taking out a shotgun, a high-performance one at that. One shot would be enough to take out half the life of even a magus. "Kid, let's see if your actions are faster or if my gun is faster!"

Aslan raised an eyebrow, still juggling the stones carved with Faerie Letters in his hand as he walked forward step by step.

The leader was stunned for a moment, a troubled expression on his face. But he then forced himself to be calm. After all, he was the big brother of everyone here; he had to be confident and arrogant.

"Oh? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me? You're walking towards me, who is holding a shotgun! Since that's the case, you'll pay the price for your arrogance!"

The leader pulled the trigger directly. At the same time, Aslan also flicked one of the stones out with his thumb. The Faerie Letter flashed with light in mid-air, instantly transforming into a huge barrier. When the bullets hit this barrier, they didn't leave any marks, not even a ripple. All the bullets fell to the ground after the impact. Then, the second stone was flicked out by Aslan. Like a bullet, it accelerated and heated up, then pierced through the leader's head. The next moment, blood splattered out, but with the throwing of the third stone, it was all frozen in mid-air.

Although he only demonstrated the use of three Faerie Letters, to be able to use them to such an extent—especially "Barrier" and "Freeze," which were Faerie Letters that hadn't even been researched by the modern Clock Tower magi—was enough to prove Aslan's extraordinariness. At least in the eyes of these students who had survived by luck, Aslan was a powerhouse among powerhouses, a genius among geniuses. He was definitely on par with those famous geniuses of the Clock Tower. This was the quality a genius should have: not being so flamboyant and attention-grabbing, but quietly conducting his own research. At least in the field of Faerie Letters, this senior before them had already surpassed their instructor. It was truly enviable and admirable.

Looking at the remaining few assassins, he tossed out the last stone, which represented fire. With an explosion, the remaining assassins were directly engulfed in flames. When the flames died down, only charcoal remained.

Looking at the bodies of the few Clock Tower students who had died on the ground, Aslan also wrote the Faerie Letters for making coffins on the ground. Since his fake identity was a genius of Faerie Letters, he might as well completely solidify this title. If he were to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger, it was very likely he would truly become a pig.

Looking at the students who were gathering around him, Aslan always had a polite smile on his face. Of course, he could also see that the reason some of the students were approaching him was not just to seek comfort, but also to develop a further relationship with him. Even the boy who had used seeds to turn into shields earlier had such thoughts. Seeking a strong backer to take a shortcut on the path of magecraft is not shameful. What if this senior likes boys? Then I would have hit the jackpot. As for the issue of offspring, that is too easy to solve in the world of magi.

Aslan's mouth twitched silently. He had been on the Reverse Side of the World for too long, and the beings he met were all things like elves and fairies who were very good-looking, so he didn't stand out that much. But this was the human world now. His appearance, which was enough to make fairies fall for him, seemed to have no trouble turning a human boy gay.

Looks like he would need to wear a mask in the future.

While keeping a certain distance from these Clock Tower students, he also inquired about the information he wanted from them. He had to say, with his appearance as a bonus, the difficulty of gathering information was really not high.

At the same time, Aslan also looked at the girl with the black twin-tails with a meaningful gaze. How should he put it? His little mischievous hobby seemed to be growing again.