Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

In the office of the Clock Tower's Archaeology Department, the department's professor pushed up his glasses. He looked at the identity certificate in his hand, then at the exceptionally handsome young man before him, a puzzled look on his face. He should not have been able to miss such a uniquely handsome boy. It was strange, but he seemed to have no deep impression of him. But to say he had no impression at all didn't seem right either. It was as if a thin layer of fog had been draped over his memory and consciousness.

"Are you really a student of our archaeology department?"

Aslan looked at the professor before him and smiled. The identity he was holding now was a fake; of course it wouldn't have left an impression. The impression in this professor's mind was likely some little trick Merlin had played on this identity certificate.

Come to think of it, when you meet a person or go to a place you've never been before, but suddenly have a sense of déjà vu—everyone should have had a similar experience. Merlin had probably placed that kind of feeling, a magic or perhaps an illusion, upon this certificate. Perhaps such a magic would arouse suspicion if used on others, but on Aslan, it gave him a very good excuse.

"Professor, you must feel that I don't look that familiar, right? After all, with a face like this, if I don't use some little tricks to erase my image, I'll always be bothered by some people."

The Clock Tower professor looked closely at Aslan's face and nodded in considerable agreement. Although everyone in the world of magi was a person who pursued the path of magecraft, it didn't prevent some whose path had hit a dead end from seeking other ways to relieve their stress and continue on their way.

How do humans vent their stress? There are only a few ways. Among them, toying with beautiful people was a practice that certain individuals were extremely fond of. Especially those from powerful families. Even if you were a reasonably famous magus, if you were beautiful enough, you could still be dragged away by these guys. Because the other party was a family with power, you would have a hard time even speaking of your grievances. Therefore, based on this situation, the professor believed Aslan's explanation. Beautiful people always had some special means and privileges.

"Is that so... welcome back. I heard you saved a few students from the Botany department on your way back? Well done. Don't be afraid of them coming to find trouble with you. If anything happens, we'll back you up first."

It wasn't easy for the Archaeology Department to get such a good seedling. They absolutely could not let him be ruined by others.

Over there, the girl with the long twin-tails, having returned to her residence, frowned. Her mind was filled with the meaningful gaze Aslan had given her before they parted. That guy who had suddenly appeared clearly knew her. Even if he didn't know her identity, he had probably seen through her non-human nature. Wasn't this terrible?

The twin-tailed girl slammed her head on the table. After so many long years, this was the first time she had felt such a headache. First, that strange guy had found her, and now another, even stranger guy had appeared.

In the twin-tailed girl's mind, a white-haired man and a golden-haired man were constantly giving her strange smiles. The girl really wanted to just shout, "What are you laughing at? Both of you, get lost!"

The girl suddenly lifted her head, a flash of red light in her eyes. No, I can't continue to sit here and wait for death. She had to take the initiative. At the very least, she had to figure out what that blond bastard's purpose was. If he had malicious intentions towards her, then she would have to go all out and eliminate him!

Thinking of this, the twin-tailed girl glanced at the sky. After another moment of thought, she took a deep breath, having made up her mind. She was, after all, a famously fierce woman from the stories of the Eastern continent. How could she be so hesitant, unable to make a decision or judgment for half a day!

Thinking of this, the twin-tailed girl stood up, slowly placing the glasses in her hand on the table. She then let down her twin-tails, and her long black hair fell directly to her feet. She then slowly took off the clothes that covered her entire body, and pulled out a set from her closet that was, compared to her original clothes, of two completely different extremes.

When this girl left the room—or more accurately, left through the window—no one would have connected this extremely open and beautiful Eastern woman with that gloomy, introverted, twin-tailed student who was always reading.

In the twilight, the girl's figure fell directly from a high-rise building, then entered the shadows cast by the buildings and trees. All that was left was a pair of red eyes and a black silhouette rapidly shuttling through. Like an elf in the night, in a short while, the girl arrived at the top of another tall building. The wind blew her long hair. Her red-glowing eyes, under the now-purple sky, looked mysterious and beautiful.

She gently opened her hands, feeling the sensation of the wild wind blowing on this peak where no one stands. Her long-tense heart relaxed a little. But it still wasn't enough. Only after she had thrown everything away could she be more at ease. The only one who could tie her down was that lord!

"Hiss... I really haven't exercised in too long. I should go back to the East for a good massage sometime."

The girl standing on top of the tall building suddenly clutched her lower back with her hand, then gently pushed forward. Her entire skeleton made a creaking, cracking sound. At a glance, it was the sound of someone who hadn't moved for a long time or whose bones had changed a bit due to old age. For such a sound to come from a girl with such a young appearance was truly a bit strange.

The girl frowned, feeling the slight pain in her waist. It seemed that the two pushes she had given herself didn't help much. Perhaps she needed someone with Strength C or above to give her a detailed massage. It would be best if the force was a little greater. Why weren't there any good massage therapists in the West? Oh, an ordinary massage therapist wouldn't be much help to her anyway.

Forget it. I'll endure it for a bit. If that guy was strong enough, perhaps after fighting him, she could also properly feel the refreshing relaxation of her body. But if the battle wasn't satisfying enough, her waist would only feel uncomfortably stuck in the middle. At that time, the blond bastard shouldn't think about dying a clean death.

Twisting her waist again and confirming that she could continue to run quickly, the girl once again disappeared from the top of the tall building.