A Certain Magical Holy Grail

Prologue

3rd person POV

London/Clock Tower.

The Clock Tower is a majestic and imposing structure that stands tall in the heart of London, England. The tower itself is an enormous, Gothic-style building that is made of dark stone and is adorned with intricate carvings and sculptures. It rises high above the city, casting its shadow over the surrounding streets.

The Clock Tower is home to the world-renowned Mage's Association, an organization of mages dedicated to the study and practice of magecraft. The tower is divided into several levels, each dedicated to a different aspect of magecraft.

The lower levels are home to classrooms and libraries, while the upper levels are reserved for the most powerful and prestigious members of the Association.
Overall, the Clock Tower is an awe-inspiring and imposing structure that serves as a testament to the power and skill of the mages who call it home.

But today, every corner of the building were busy and hurrying their work to held an important matter.

As Zelretch and the other lords arrive, they are greeted by a group of mages dressed in dark robes, who escort them into the tower. The interior of the tower is just as impressive as its exterior, with high ceilings, vast halls, and ornate decorations adorning the walls and floors.

The Clock Tower is a hub of activity, with mages bustling to and fro, conducting experiments, studying ancient tomes, and practicing their craft. Despite the frenzied activity, there is an air of quiet reverence and awe that pervades the tower, as if everyone is aware of the great power and responsibility that comes with being a mage.

The secret room where the Lords were discussing the situation in Academy City was located deep within the Clock Tower. The room was hidden behind a concealed door that blended seamlessly into the wall. The door was made of solid stone and had no visible handles or locks. The only way to open it was to speak a specific password, which changed every day and was known only to the Lords.

Once inside, the room was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The room was circular in shape, with a high vaulted ceiling that was supported by intricately carved pillars.

The floor was made of polished marble, and in the center of the room was a large round table surrounded by high-backed chairs.

The table was covered with maps, scrolls, and various other documents, all of which were spread out before the Lords. They were dressed in their finest robes, with their hoods pulled up to conceal their faces. They were seated around the table, deep in discussion, their voices low and grave.

At the head of the table sat Lord Zelretch, his eyes flickering with intelligence as he listened to the arguments of his peers. The air in the room was heavy with the weight of their deliberations, and the tension was palpable.
It was clear that the situation in Academy City was of utmost importance, and the Lords were determined to find a way to deal with it.

The lords were gathered in a dimly lit room, their faces tense with concern as they discussed the situation in Academy City. Lord El-Melloi II, also known as Waver Velvet, sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed as he spoke.

"From what we have gathered, Aleister Crowley has hijacked the Holy Grail War system and created a new one in Academy City," he said. "His motives are unclear, but we must assume that he has some ulterior goal in mind."

Lord Barthomeloi, a distinguished mage with a shock of brown hair, nodded in agreement. "We cannot allow this to continue," she said. The Holy Grail War is a sacred ritual, and we cannot let it be perverted in this manner."