Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

"Clock Tower? Tell me your name!"

Aslan scratched his head and quietly shoved Melusine 's head back into the bag. The sudden movement almost made her snap at him.

"Even if I tell you my name, I'm probably a magician you haven't heard of. Aslan... I can be considered a researcher of fairy writing."

Aslan never expected that simply uttering his name would make these assassins hesitate. After all, the identity Merlin had given him was fake. How could someone who had never really been active in the magic world have any reputation?

Even if the name Aslan existed in the Clock Tower, it was likely only a shadowy nightmare legend left behind by himself—a blacksmith from 1,500 years ago and Morgan's companion. It wasn't uncommon for people to name their children after ancient celebrities. If someone from this era heard his name, they would likely just sigh and say, Oh, it's the same name as the once-famous paladin and blacksmith.

That was the sum of it—a sigh and a bland reaction.

In legend, the blacksmith who fought alongside King Arthur eventually disappeared into the elven world, while the Holy Knight Aslan was welcomed back to paradise by the Seraph after battling a powerful enemy.

No one guessed that the Aslan from 1,500 years ago was the same person standing here now.

Well, there was one who suspected it—the black-haired "girl" who had lived from ancient times to the present. But she never expected Aslan to use his real name so openly. Then again, Aslan was different from her.

Over the past 1,500 years, Aslan had mostly lived in the inner sea of the star. In this era, very few recognized his face. Probably only Morgan could directly identify him. That was a good thing—it made hiding his power easier.

The assassin leader touched his chin, struggling to recall if anyone named Aslan existed in the magic world. There was an old man who studied magical props by that name—but he looked nothing like the young man before him. So this kid was an unknown.

"You're a brave kid, showing up here without any fame. Very brave!"

Aslan smiled confidently at the scarred leader. "Just because I'm unknown doesn't mean I'm weak. Underestimate me, and your life will flicker out like a candle in the wind."

The leader said nothing, instead opening a nearby box and pulling out a high-performance shotgun. "Let's see which is faster, your moves or my gun!"

Aslan raised an eyebrow, still fiddling with his fairy-inscribed stones, stepping forward deliberately.

The leader blinked, a flicker of doubt crossing his face, but he quickly masked it with arrogance. "Huh? You're not running away, but walking toward me—with a shotgun? You'll pay for your arrogance!"

He pulled the trigger.

At the same moment, Aslan flicked one stone with his thumb. Fairy script shimmered as it transformed into a massive barrier. Bullets struck and vanished without a trace, falling harmlessly to the ground.

Then Aslan threw a second stone—it heated rapidly like a bullet and pierced the leader's head. Blood splattered everywhere. But before he could fall, Aslan tossed a third stone—and all stones froze midair.

Though only three fairy words had been shown, the fact that Aslan could use these ancient spells—[Barrier] and [Freeze], still unresearched by current Clock Tower magicians—proved his extraordinary skill.

To the surviving students, Aslan was the strongest of the strong, a true genius.

He was surely on par with the Clock Tower's famous prodigies. The mark of a real genius wasn't flaunting power, but quietly advancing knowledge. At least in fairy writing, this senior had surpassed their mentors. Envy and admiration filled their eyes.

Aslan then threw the last stone engraved with fire. A blazing explosion swallowed the remaining assassins; when the flames died, only charcoal remained.

He glanced at the dead Clock Tower students and calmly wrote coffin-making fairy words on the ground. Since his false identity was a genius of fairy writing, he might as well live up to the title. If he pretended to be a pig eating a tiger, he'd only end up a pig.

Gathering the surviving students, Aslan smiled politely. He could tell they weren't just seeking comfort—they wanted to build connections. Even the boy who'd made the seed shield clearly hoped to use Aslan as a shortcut in the magic world.

Looking for a powerful supporter was no shame. What if this senior liked boys? Profit could be made. As for offspring? That was easy in the magic world.

Aslan twitched his lips. After too long among elves and fairies—where he was just average in looks—he now found himself in the human world. With looks that could make an elf swoon, turning a human boy gay shouldn't be hard.

Looks like I'll need to start wearing a mask.

Keeping a slight distance from the Clock Tower students, he asked for information. Thanks to his appearance, gaining answers wasn't difficult.

Meanwhile, Aslan gave the black twin-tailed girl a meaningful look. Somehow, his bad taste seemed to be growing again.

-End Chapter-

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