"Even if something happens, it is El-Melloi's problem, not the problem of the aristocratic faction or even the entire Clock Tower."
Mikael leaned on the back of the soft sofa, sinking in with his arms folded.
"Okay, let's not mention the Holy Grail War. Lord England, what is the private request you are talking about? But since it is a private request, you should understand the rules."
"If you want to gain something, you have to lose something. [The Fool]'s Law of Equivalent Exchange."
England nodded. These were the rules set by the young man in front of him when he was walking outside under the name of [The Fool]. There were very few things that he could not do, as long as he could pay the corresponding price.
"The kid from Kirshtalia suffered a serious injury, which will affect his magic talent. I hope his injury can be cured."
If it weren't for the fact that the family had no way to cure this kind of injury, they wouldn't have come to see Mikael even if they beat him to death. He was simply an unscrupulous and black-hearted businessman who wouldn't run away even if he hung on the street lamp.
"It's a very serious injury..."
Mikael nodded thoughtfully, and it seemed that it was not far from what he expected. Since the Wodem family was helpless, it was probably due to mental injuries or injuries to the magic circuit.
"So what about the kid Kirshtalia? I want to see what kind of injury can cause trouble to Wodem. Moreover, this kid is also the chairman of our astronomy department. If a small injury affects the future,
The development of the country is also quite a pity.”
"Kirshtalia is waiting in the carriage outside. I'll call him over right now."
Engham stretched out his hand, and the bird-shaped demon made by the moonlight flew out. It passed through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, just like water droplets blending into a river, without any hindrance.
Soon the door to the reception room was pushed open, and a young man wearing a white exquisite dress walked in.
"Good day, Lord Animusfia."
He bowed slightly, and every movement was impeccable. His neatly combed blond hair fell down, and his every move carried the elegance and confidence of a heir to a famous magic family.
His face was tense and unsmiling. It was obvious that it was a bit heavy for him to be in charge at this age.
"Hearing the news that you disappeared after being assassinated really makes me a little worried."
"Thank you Lord Animusfia for your concern."
"Here, take off your clothes. Right here, I want to check your injuries."
"Is it right here..."
Kirshtalia hesitated for a moment. He couldn't help but look in the direction of his grandfather. After all, this was a very rude behavior. However, after seeing his grandfather nodding in agreement, he took off all his clothes.
"Actually, you just need to take off your shirt."
Looking at Kirshtalia who stripped off her naked body neatly, Mikael added.
"..."
Hearing his words, Kirshtalia looked at the clothes she had taken off in confusion, and considered whether to put her underwear on.
"Okay, actually this is better, it looks more clear."
Mikael walked towards him. Although the young man was thin, he could still see clearly defined muscles. It could be seen that he often performed some kind of exercise, similar to fencing, and it was not a show-off.
A skill that can really be used in combat.
The open and ferocious wound on the surface of the chest attracted his attention. It can be imagined how serious the danger he encountered at that time was. Such an injury would most likely kill an ordinary high-ranking magician on the spot.
However, compared with the superficial injuries, the internal injuries are more serious. In Mikael's sight, it can be seen that the flow of magic power in Kirshtalia's body has become obscured, and some magic circuits are even in a semi-withered state.
, the Wodam family can ensure that the situation does not continue to deteriorate, but the withered magic circuit cannot be restored.
Although such an injury is not fatal to a magician, it is not a small problem at all. The magic circuit itself is like a precise machine. A slight error can make the difference a thousand miles, which increases the possibility of accidents.
"The blooming bullet plus the specialized toxin for magicians has some shadows of [Magician Killer] in it, but fortunately it is not an origin bullet, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome."
After careful inspection, Mikael came to a conclusion.
England couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face. He had also heard about the [Magician Killer]. All the magicians hit by the origin bomb were destroyed. If Kirshtalia was really hit by the origin bomb,
If he was hit, he would have to consider cultivating another heir.
"Can Kirshtalia's injuries be healed?"
"Of course. Didn't I say that even if you are hit by the origin bomb, it will only be a little troublesome."
Mikael stretched out his finger and touched Kirshtalia's chest, and started the replacement magic, replacing the state before the injury with the current state.
Kirshtalia was stunned. He could tell that Mikael used only the most basic replacement magic to heal himself. In theory, replacement magic is not impossible to do this, but a theory is still a theory, but
Putting it in reality is another matter.
And isn't the king in front of me the king of the astronomy department? How come he has such in-depth research on displacement magic? He is already comparable to the ninth generation of famous magic families.
………
"Okay, you can put on your clothes."
Mikael patted him on the shoulder, waking him up from his daze.
"Lord Animusfia, before paying the price, I have a merciless request."
England stood up, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.
"I hope you can accept the child Kirshtalia as your disciple. As a price, Wodem will become true allies with Animusfia, helping each other and never betraying."
"Oh~~"
Mikael's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a little happy in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all.
His original plan was to find a reason to accept Kirshtalia as his disciple. After all, he controlled the master, and also indirectly controlled the Wodem family. When the time came, he would find a noble girl from the Animusfiya family to marry.
Kirshtalia, after having a descendant with Animsfia bloodline, annexed the Wodam family as a matter of course.
I didn't expect England to bring it up on his own, which was an unexpected surprise. I was too lazy to make excuses myself.
"Although it is an honor for every teacher to accept a genius like Kirshtalia as a disciple, I don't quite understand that the covenant of never betraying is too heavy for the magician family."
"As you can see, my vitality is drying up and I will fall into the valley of death in the near future."
When he mentioned the fact that his time was running out, England seemed very open-minded.
"You also have other options."
"Convert to a Death Apostle?"
He shook his head, rejected Mikael's proposal, and then looked at Kirshtalia, with a cheerful smile on his old face.
"I already have an heir that I am proud of. His great wish to reach the root will surely come true. My long life is meaningless to me. It's time to take a good rest."
"That's really a pity. I don't have many old friends to begin with, and soon I will lose one more."
Mikael shrugged, then picked up the tea cup, and sighed.
"Dare to choose death and believe in the future requires courage. But unfortunately, most magicians lack this courage. Maybe this is one of the reasons why the Clock Tower has stagnated."