at least some of the other Lords scale to this too.It wasn’t just that all the other people had disappeared from this otherwise normal
London street at dusk. There was also a strong [aura of death] surrounding the old man.
The Lord of the Department of Spiritual Evocation...
Spiritual Evocation was just like the name suggested. It was a type of magecraft where
mages called down the souls of the dead and made them do their bidding.
The dead bowed down to Eulyphis... I had heard something like that before in a class at
the clock tower. If I was a grave keeper that ensured the dead could rest in peace, this
old man was a mage who controlled and fed on them.
The old man smiled slightly. Every time his fingers bent, the jewels set in the rings
would glimmer with eye-piercing light.
“...Haha, at least you’ve come. ...I thought that you were persuaded by the Trambelios,
and wouldn’t even pay attention to an invitation from this old man...”
The old man’s words made my heart beat faster.
He was showing that even though it had only been a day since the talk with Lord
Trambelio, he already knew.
“How would I? The connection between the El-Mellois and the Department of Spiritual
Evocation(Eulyphis) runs far deeper than the last generation.”
“Of course... if you had answered ‘yes’ I would have had you strangled on the spot.”
The corners of the old man’s mouth curled upward in a sinister smile.
I could clearly tell that he was not exaggerating. This old man did have the power to do
so. As the Lord of the Department of Spiritual Evocation(Eulyphis) of the Clock Tower,
he probably had the ability to kill us all even if we resisted as a group.
His existence gave me a feeling similar to that of Touko Aozaki, yet completely
different.
My mentor only narrowed his eyes slightly.
edit: wait who is Magdanel?Rufleus Nuada-Re Eulyphis [Person]
Lord of the Faculty of Spiritual Evocation.
Perhaps due to belonging to the Faculty of Spiritual Evocation, which manipulates untold numbers of spirits, he also gives the impression of a dead man. In Grand Roll, he demonstrated a level of power on par with that of the Lord of Trambelio, Magdanel, and Inorai.
The offering of his daughter Sola-Ui for a political marriage demonstrated his expectations for Kayneth, who died during the Fourth Holy Grail War.
For more details, please view the Secret File.
→Secret File: “Rufleus Nuada-Re Eulyphis”
It's a typo or just the romanization of Mcdonell Trambelio.edit: wait who is Magdanel?
no apparently it's this girl and yeah it might not refer to power levels in hindsight.It's a typo or just the romanization of Mcdonell Trambelio.
As for scalling, i don't think the context quite behooves the quote as in Grand Roll, the Lords didn't get to do shit in terms of action but they did spend some time in a who has the biggest dick influnce or political wise and so i think it's more to the effect of exerting the same amount of political power .
oh lol.No , it's not.
She doesn't even appear in Grand Roll and she's a normal ass human .
Clock Tower 2015 said:
The orange magician takes his mobile device out of his pocket and displays a map of Roxthroat.
"Do you use your smartphone!? "(Reinol)
"I use it normally. I used to use a mobile phone a while ago, but I changed the model because this one has more functions. Is it strange? "(Touko)
"Because you don t need it, at your level. You can do what you can do with your smartphone in your head. (Reinol)
Whether it's calculation or communication, the magic circuit can do as much processing as a mobile terminal can do. Civilization has not yet reached the level of eradicating occultism.
Technology has taken over many obligations from humans, but this is still not enough. Magic cannot be overtaken unless humans themselves reach levels that are no longer needed. Therefore, the higher the level of the magician, the more despised or despised the electronic device.
Relying on such things is like professing to be an inexperienced person
Having noticed the spike in Enkidu’s magical energy, Berserker reached out for Enkidu despite Saber’s Noble Phantasm knocking her on her back.
She enlarged her left arm, literally ignoring the laws of physics, and tried to crush all the harpoon parts and the countless chains attached to them within her now cedar-sized fingers.
But…
Fantastic Recollection
”Zabaniya”
The Noble Phantasm of the Assassin with no name didn’t allow it.
Berserker unleashed her oversized palm with enough force to obliterate everything with a touch, but the moment she touched the nameless Assassin blocking her way, her giant left hand turned into smoke.
And Berserker’s hand wasn’t the only thing that did.
Assassin's own body also vanished into a smoky cloud of morning mist, completely drifting with the wind.
“─ ─ ─ ─”
2 seconds later, when Berserker regained awareness of her left arm, it was back in the state it was before she stretched it, and Assassin was on the ground, unharmed but breathing heavily and on her knees.
This was the amazing feat of a leader named Hassan of the Intoxicated Smoke, considered the best assassin in the history of Hassan-i-Sabbah, discounting the First.
The assassin specialized in intoxicating his targets with a special smoke, but his true power was to inebriate himself, the opponent, and the world, erasing the borderlines between everything, turning himself into a literal smoke signal that enchants the world. In combat, this gives him the overwhelming power to return any and every enemy attack to zero.
His last moments had him switching off his technique and offering his life to protect a village, and learning this story was the inciting incident that led the unnamed Assassin to develop her respect for the Old Man of the Mountain lifestyle.
Not even the assassin with no name was able to perfectly copy his supreme technique. While the real deal could turn himself into mist for seven days and seven nights, she required immense amounts of magical energy to replicate it only for a few seconds.
Even so, her action clearly changed the battle state. It’s no exaggeration to say that it was a decisive factor.
This was the amazing feat of a leader named Hassan of the Intoxicated Smoke, considered the best assassin in the history of Hassan-i-Sabbah, discounting the First.
Not even the assassin with no name was able to perfectly copy his supreme technique. While the real deal could turn himself into mist for seven days and seven nights, she required immense amounts of magical energy to replicate it only for a few seconds.
smth smth reversal cucked him
it does specify that it works by intoxicating fuckers. so, ig, you could say that'd fall under the whole "poison doesn't work on me" aspect of reversal? maybe?
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