Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[105] Your Soul Mate Is Here!

"Are you watching me, Zelretch..."

Reinhard slowly raised his hand, covering half of his face as he gazed at the brilliant stars above.

The young man with black hair had an enigmatic smile as his deep, penetrating eyes shone through his fingers. The Lords stared at Reinhard, who was seated in the Department of Spiritual Evocation's seat, suddenly and inexplicably calling out the illustrious name of the Clock Tower's former Wizard Marshal to the skies.

Why was this guy suddenly addressing the former Wizard Marshal directly by name? Could it be that the former Wizard Marshal himself was truly watching this place right now?

In an instant, the hearts of the Lords were filled with a mixture of excitement, fear, and anticipation.

The brown-haired girl, Barthomeloi Lorelei, hearing the name Zelretch, involuntarily trembled, her wrist gripping the armrest of her seat. After all, Zelretch was the pinnacle that every magus in the Clock Tower aspired to reach. As the current Wizard Marshal, her title was inherited directly from the legendary figure.

However...

As Reinhard's words echoed through the room, nothing happened.

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They stared at Reinhard. It seemed his attempt to summon attention was not very effective.

"Alright, jewel old man."

Seeing this, Reinhard didn't even bother with formalities anymore and directly called him an old man. With Aatrox having returned to his body, Reinhard couldn't believe Zelretch wouldn't pay attention to this matter. Moreover, his own dimensional travel phenomenon...

To say it had nothing to do with the wielder of the Second Magic was something even a dog wouldn't believe.

"Feigning ignorance, huh? Don't want to show yourself?"

Reinhard smiled, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair.

"Then today, I'll just flatten the Clock Tower and see if you'll come out to show your face."

His tone was casual, yet his words decided the fate of one of the three major mage associations in the world.

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Really, threatening the Clock Tower to draw out Zelretch made them feel like sacrificial offerings!

If these words were heard outside, people would think this guy was incredibly arrogant, or simply out of his mind... an undeniable lunatic.

However...

At this moment, the Lords were eerily silent.

The Department of Creation and the Department of General Fundamentals.

The two democratic lords, close to the Department of Modern Magecraft Theory, showed helpless bitter smiles.

They couldn't stop Reinhard. Their good relationship meant they wouldn't be purged, but the old folks would have to fend for themselves.

The Department of Mineralogy, the Department of Lore, the Department of Curses, the Department of Archaeology, and the Department of Individual Fundamentals.

The wavering neutral lords felt slightly offended, but when they saw the figure of the witch behind Reinhard, they felt relieved.

Indeed, if it was that witch, she herself was the embodiment of mystery. If she wished to establish a magus family, countless magus would flock to her at her mere word, and the Clock Tower would be of no consequence.