Fate/Gamer

Chapter 1 (Prologue)

London Clock Tower

-1994-

(El-Melloi's classroom)

"In the world of mages, lineage is everything. This is because magic will not yield its secret in a single generation. A parent passes on the fruits of a lifetime of training to his child; thus, the older the family of mages, the greater their power. "

"You all are no doubt wondering why I am beginning with something so basic. It is because a student submitted a thesis to me yesterday. The thesis is entitled How magecraft should be in the new century. It details how even one with diluted blood could become an archmage." 

The lecturer raised the thesis as he looked towards the class with a neutral stare. The man's name was Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. He was the heir of the Archibald family with nine generations of magus lineage, a very popular man whom everyone called Lord El-Melloi.

"I will be frank. It is nothing but juvenile fantasies. The blood determines the mage's power. That is hard and unchanging." 

The man continued with a scoff, while this time his eyes fell on a certain boy.

"Waver Velvet!"

A black-haired teen who was busy dozing off was nudged by his classmate to wake him up. The teen woke drowsily, looking at his surroundings. It was a massive classroom of an old era, with smooth, polished wooden benches and old-style, luxurious interior decor.

Where the hell am I?

The teen thought with unfocused eyes.

"Waver Velvet. You have some nerve to sleep in my class," Kayneth said disdainfully while looking at the black-haired teen.

While the class was wildly gossiping while looking at the now-named Waver with mockery, the teen himself felt several new memories entering his mind. At the same time, his brows tightened in displeasure, but Waver mostly managed to conceal his pain.

I am in the Nasuverse!? Tch!

"A man who gives in to delusions such as yourself is not suited for research, Waver," Kayneth said condescendingly, without a shred of pity in his voice. Kayneth's ice-cold gaze is something Waver will never forget. 

Looking at Kayneth, he didn't know why, but an unnatural amount of anger was generated from his very core, and this was combined with the emotions of this body's predecessor.

You, too, have a lot of nerve for a cuckold magus, KFC trash! 

Waver thought as he remembered this man from fate/zero.

"Why don't you go and get some fresh air, Waver?" Kayneth said smoothly, ignored Waver completely, and started teaching the lessons of spiritual evocation.

Waver silently stood from the class and left without a tantrum since he was a bit too shocked for a different reason. While walking down the hallways, he was lost deep in his thoughts, reviewing the memories of previous Waver Velvet.

Waver Velvet, as a magus, was neither born into a famous family nor lucky enough to meet a good master. Primarily self-taught, he finally accepted himself to the clock tower, one of the main teaching arms of the magus association that controlled magi across the world.

Waver always believed this fact to be incomparably honourable, being very proud of his talent. "I am the most capable student of the clock tower since its founding. Anyone would have to respect me." At least Waver himself thought this way. In truth, the magus lineage of the Velvets had only existed for three generations.