Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

On the outskirts of the forest where Aslan was, a small bus was rapidly approaching. The few young people on the bus were all dressed in black, modern, fashionable clothes that resembled wizard robes. On the upper part of their arms was a special symbol. The large hoods on their backs added to their mysterious character.

The young people on the bus were either holding books or notebooks. A few would occasionally communicate with the plants in their hands, and the plants would respond to their owners' words. Clearly, this busload of people was not ordinary. They were students from the Clock Tower—or more precisely, students from the Clock Tower's Botany Department.

Sitting at the very front was a handsome, blond-haired young man. He was listening to rock music and bobbing his body along. He looked more like the rebellious and fashionable son of some wealthy family, seemingly having nothing to do with magic at all. Perhaps influenced by their leader, some of the magi who were closer to this young man were also wearing heavy rock-and-roll makeup. They wouldn't dare to do this at school, but outside of school, it was fine to let loose a little.

"Mark, are you sure we can find an atavistic mystical plant in this mountain forest?"

A young woman with smokey-eye makeup directly hugged the blond boy, her whole face leaning in close. On one hand, the young man before her was indeed quite powerful. On the other, he came from an excellent family. If she could get involved with this young man's family, or even just with him, both her family's and her own future path in magecraft would be much smoother.

The world of magi was also extremely cruel and realistic. Her family's level could only be considered "not bad," but in the entire world of magi, "not bad" could only be described as "average." How to stand out depended on their own means. Fortunately, her family was not weak. If this young man really liked her, perhaps she, a girl from an ordinary family, could really enter his family. It wasn't impossible. After all, look at this young man. He could accept such fashionable clothes and music. To some extent, even if his family didn't support it, they at least weren't opposed. It must be a relatively open-minded family. The more open-minded a family was, the more likely they were to accept someone like her, whose bloodline aptitude was not very high.

The young man named Mark raised an eyebrow and pushed away the girl who was draped over him. He did like women, that was true. But it was a pity; he had no interest in those who threw themselves at him. After all, there was no thrill of conquest. At the same time, he was also slightly annoyed by this girl's mistrust of him.

"Are you kidding me? When has my information ever been wrong? I only shared this information with you all because this year's assignment was rather difficult to complete. If you don't trust me, you can open the window and jump out right now!"

The young man named Mark's eyes turned cold, and the smile on his face instantly vanished. As a magus, especially one from a good family, how could he act so harmless?

The girl who had deliberately latched onto him had a look of confusion and loss on her face. She then put on a polite yet awkward smile and returned to her seat.

The others didn't care about this little interlude at all, chatting and discussing amongst themselves. From time to time, they would glance at the young girl sitting in the back row, a certain distance away from everyone else. She wore a modest robe that covered her completely, held a book in her hands, wore glasses, and her hair was tied in slightly dorky-looking twin-tails, giving off an air of plainness and a slightly gloomy disposition. At least at first glance, she gave off a feeling that made one not want to get to know her any further.

As if sensing that someone was staring at her, the girl sitting in the back row looked up from her book. Her black eyes stared intently at the people before her, as if asking, "What is it?" This inexplicable sense of pressure made these students feel even more repulsed by this classmate from the far East.

After all, it was now the early 90s. Before the ancient country in the East had completely raised its head and let out a bright cry, there were still many people from Europe and the Americas who held a certain repulsion and disdain for people from the East. This was especially true because Easterners rarely let their magic foundation models and Mystic Codes circulate, so many people would secretly curse them as old fossils. Perhaps in the eyes of some European and American magi, magi from the East were even more rigid and old-fashioned than some of the magi from their own lands.

"Why is she always like this, not communicating with us at all? No wonder she has no friends."

"Why do you care about her? She's the odd one out in our faculty. Think about it, the East has its own methods of inheritance. Very few Easterners come here to study. The fact that she could come here alone from the East already explains some problems, doesn't it? Either she was ostracized at home, or she offended someone."

"Don't get close to her. What if she brings that gloominess to us? We wouldn't be able to stand it."

The expression on the face of the girl sitting in the back row changed slightly, but she still hid her twitching mouth behind the book. There was nothing wrong with her ears, and what's more, she was not human. Of course, she could hear everything these people were saying. Besides, this group seemed to be deliberately saying it for her to hear.

This is the world of magi. It's really nauseating. But this was also fine. The more these people disliked her and stayed away from her, the quieter her life could be. As for them ostracizing her, let them. For humans, it was only a matter of a hundred years or so before she would bid them farewell. No... she didn't even need a hundred years. In just a dozen years, she would completely forget these guys. After all, by her calculations, in a few more years, it would be time for her to change places to live again. Although makeup could also help hide her age, why should she inconvenience herself like that? She had already gotten used to it over these thousands of years.

It was just...

She touched the seat she was sitting on, feeling the motion of this vehicle. Humanity's speed in exploring this world was getting faster and faster. How much longer could she live as a nomad?

Sigh... As expected, she still couldn't bring herself to like humans. Speaking of which, why did she have a sudden impulse and agree to their invitation? She could have just stayed at the Clock Tower for another year without any issue. It must have been that man with the wool-like hair who influenced her. Why did her identity show a clue?