I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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It has to be said that bullying Lydia is really fun, especially the way she pretends to be scared but insists on being stubborn. Kenneth's tax evasion value is instantly maxed out.

"You have no chance. I will modify your soul so that all you can do is babble. I'm going to have the Fairy Tale Witch. I said it, not even Jesus could stop me!"

"Goo-"

With a battle cry like a female knight, the Coal Witch, suspended in mid-air, glared at Kenneth below through gritted teeth. She beckoned, and Moon Spirit Essence handed her a cup of red tea. Kenneth glared fiercely at the blond man baring his teeth at him. Faced with Kenneth's scrutinizing gaze, the Coal Witch stopped struggling.

"Lord El-Melloi, did you attack Alice because of her qualifications as a fairy tale witch?"

"That's right, the fairy tale witch, her bloodline is far superior to that of the woman from the Euryphus family."

With a raised eyebrow, Kenneth, who had watched countless films in his past life, could already guess what Lydia was going to say next. As Kenneth expected, the Coal Witch, who cared about her best friend, began her declaration of giving away freebies.

"Spare Alice. As a successor of black magic, my talent is no less than Alice's. I will take your place, take your place... Ugh!!"

The next second, the Coal Witch made the sound of boiling water.

Snapped!

After the snap, the Coal Witch lay on her side on the ground like a defeated female knight, meeting Kenneth's gaze. Just a second ago, the Coal Witch was so tough and ready to give up, but now she was trembling and covering her chest.

Tsk—tsk tsk...

Not aggressive, but extremely insulting. With Kenneth's click of his tongue, Lydell, who was prepared to be played with at will, bristled. Her twin ponytails stuck up as if she wanted to compete with Kenneth. The next second, Lydell, who was ready to fight to the death, was hung up again. Enduring the strange friction from the ropes, Lydell, who had always been very confident in her figure, instantly forgot her original purpose.

"Are you looking down on me?! What's wrong with my figure?! Small is king! Apologize to me now, you bastard!!"

With a pang of regret, Kenneth turned his gaze away from Lydelle, who was nailed to the steel plate. For some reason, Kenneth suddenly felt guilty for bullying a fool. Noticing the pity in Kenneth's eyes, Lydelle, filled with shame and indignation, swung her body like a swing in front of Kenneth.

"You... guy... are you looking down on... me?... I am..."

"Mmm, a super☆British beauty, incredibly busy, with countless suitors, the first witch in history to have over 100 million fans, and the world-renowned number one idol of the association, right?"

With an extremely perfunctory response to Lydel's words, the rope vanished the next second, and the swaying witch flew straight out. After the sound of shattering bottles and jars, Lydel, covered in dust and looking like an enraged Shiba Inu, stormed up in front of Kenneth.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. You know the situation at the Clock Tower better than I do. I need a specific opportunity to go back, do you understand?"

Seeing that Lydia had chosen the right side, Kenneth abandoned his intention to tease her. He used the Moon Spirit Essence to pin the golden retriever who was pouncing at him down in a chair. Looking at Lydia, who was still baring her teeth at him, Kenneth realized for the first time how difficult communication could be.

"My time is very tight, and I don't have the mood to deal with them one by one. Do you understand now, Miss Witch with over 100 million fans?"

"Is that so? You really have no feelings for Alice?"

Kenneth didn't even bother to nod in the face of the golden retriever's gaze. The next second, he used Moon Spirit Essence to grab Lydia and throw her away.

"By the way, you should stay here until I leave. I don't want my information to be leaked."

"Wait, how come you don't know that title? You...!!"

At that moment, realizing what was happening, the Coal Witch immediately overheated her own CPU.

Chapter 119 The Essence of the Third Law

Before dawn, Kenneth, who hadn't slept all night, brewed himself a pot of tea and sat in front of the French windows. Magic and sorcery are similar but not alike. Kenneth's attempts at the Third Law last night all failed. Too many magical frameworks only hinder the manifestation of the law.

The magic based on the perpetual motion of the soul is ultimately just an appendage of the Third Law. Although the costumes made based on this appendage are products of the Third Law, they are always inferior. What Kenneth lacks is an understanding of the Third Law.

"The Fifth Law, Aoko, has no corresponding Mystic Code. The Second Law, Parallel World Operation? Interference? Jewel Sword."

The Jewel Sword's infinite magic power is merely a facade; its essence lies in using the Second Law to open tiny rifts in parallel worlds, thereby supplying infinite magic power through these infinite parallel worlds.

"The second method, parallel world interference; the third method, soul materialization... Soul, is it a soul?"

Now, Kenneth really wants to go back to his past life and force that fungus to complete the setting. There are clearly five spells, but you just keep creating the second one, and the other spells are just picked up off the street! Do you know how many hairs the guy behind the screen lost for the third spell?

"The Third Law, though its name is Soul Materialization, there are some beings in the world who are born with materialized souls. Arcueid is one, and Beo the Fantasy Species is one. In other words, Soul Materialization is just a manifestation of the Third Law?!"

Kenneth grasped the crux of the matter: it would be too narrow-minded to consider the materialization of the soul as the entirety of the Third Law. The materialized soul does not cease to exist; he himself was blinded by the results of the Third Law, and what he lacked was the cause of materializing the soul.

"Sure enough, even I fell into a misconception. Mushroom, if you had written more, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."

At this moment, Kenneth finally understood what he was missing. He had only obtained the conclusion of the third law by entering the root, which was equivalent to directly using the proven axiom to solve the problem. Kenneth had never understood the process of deriving this conclusion. He only knew what it was but not why it was so. This was Kenneth's current state.

"So, the third law is not the materialization of the soul, but rather the materialized object, the soul?"

Of course, if Kenneth had traveled a little later, he might have learned about the Astral Realm's setting. However, unfortunately, Kenneth passed away early and knew nothing about the Astral Realm. Once he understood the problem, Kenneth stopped worrying about the Mystic Code. He couldn't construct a Mystic Code that truly belonged to the Third Law with his incomplete magic. Now, the magic furnace based on the Third Law was the miracle that Kenneth could achieve.

"I never imagined that the Law had such hidden secrets. So, does this mean that Aoko, like me, is only focused on the use of the fruit? Is it true that one cannot construct a true Law-based ritual garment without obtaining the complete Law?"

Recalling his conversation with the Jewel King a few days ago, and remembering how the other party first mentioned the Third Magic Mystic Code and then changed it to Magic Core, Kenneth couldn't help but try to figure out what the other party was thinking.

"Giving away the Jewel Sword, demanding the third-level Mystic Code, and then lowering the requirements for the Mystic Code—is this meant to show me the difference in Mystic Code levels so I'll realize the inadequacy of my magic? Or is it just for fun? It seems the Jewel Sword has also met with Aoko... Oh well, there's too little information. There will be other opportunities to meet in the future, so I'll test her then."

The result of his imagination was that Kenneth's heart, which had been swollen like a pufferfish, instantly deflated. His magic was at most a kaleidoscope, enough to fight ordinary opponents, but the Jewel King's magic was at least at the Eternal Eye level. As a fellow mage, Kenneth finally realized the gap between himself and the old monster.

"Um, Lord El-Melloi, where did you hear that title from...?"

While Kenneth was questioning himself, the sky outside the window had gone from darkness to day and back to darkness. By the time the fairytale witch, who followed her biological clock, returned to her bedroom, another witch had sneaked back to the hall.

The sound of a golden retriever interrupted Kenneth's rambling thoughts. His empty eyes regained their sparkle, and he turned his stiff neck. After a day of racking his brains, Kenneth glanced at the hesitant Lydell, picked up the now-cold black tea on the table, and gulped down a large mouthful.

"That title? Which title?"

"It's...it's...it's that...that..."

The blond man in front of him struggled for a long time without uttering a complete sentence. Kenneth felt his nerves, which were tingled with embarrassment, kick in as if he were trying to evade taxes.

"That witch with over 100 million fans."

A surge of wicked humor welled up within Kenneth, who picked up his fan and looked at Lydia, who was rubbing her hands together with a malicious intent.

Kenneth: Over a hundred million what?

Lydia: Miss Witch (whispering)

Kenneth: What do you mean by over a hundred million?

Lydia: Over 100 million fans!

Kenneth: What witch?

"It's the witch with over 100 million fans! You bastard!!"

Just as she jumped up in a fit of rage, realizing her voice cracked, Lydel immediately covered her mouth and crouched down on the ground, furtively glancing towards the room on the second floor. After a while, once she was sure that Kuonji Yuzu hadn't been woken up, the Coal Witch patted the wealthy airport and stood up again.

Gritting her teeth, Lydel, realizing that Kenneth was teasing her, swung her twin ponytails and charged aggressively in front of Kenneth. The pressure on her body lessened considerably, and Kenneth, unusually, felt a surge of interest in fooling around with her. A massive amount of magic suspended the golden-haired girl in mid-air.

The shameful friction made her legs tense even more. Feeling the gaze falling on her, the Coal Witch, who had been experiencing this frequently lately, felt ashamed, but also had some things she couldn't explain. Biting her lip and forcing herself to calm her breathing, Lydel looked at Kenneth, who was holding tea and scrutinizing her, her face flushed.

"Lord El-Melloi, aren't you that third-rate magician... (whispering)"

"Huh? What did you say? A third-rate magician? If I'm a third-rate magician, then there aren't many people in the Clock Tower who can be called magicians."

With a teasing tone, Kenneth tactfully concealed his increasingly pleased smile as he drank his tea.

"That's not what I meant. It's just... it's just... was you the one who wrote the song for me?"

Lydia, increasingly convinced that Kenneth was the small fry she had been talking about, rubbed her bound thighs and turned her head to the side, her eyes constantly glancing at the bewildered Kenneth.

"Songwriting? What songs? Does Miss Witch only have her songs written by other people?"

"What?! It's because that guy insisted on writing for me! Me, Lydia, do I need someone else to write songs for me... Wait!! What did you call me? You bastard, you really are that guy, aren't you? How dare you treat me like this! This is utterly disrespectful! Put me down right now! Is this how you treat your idol?!"

"Lydel, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all. Also, I've already removed the barrier. You don't want Kuonji to find out what you look like now, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Lydel, who had been stubbornly defiant, instantly fell silent. Hanging in mid-air, she circled around and looked down at the second floor. The Coal Witch breathed a sigh of relief while suppressing her restlessness and glaring fiercely at Kenneth, striking a pose like a neon referee. Kenneth crossed his legs and continued to construct the core of the Third Law.

Chapter 120 Discipline and Return

In the workshop of the Kuonji family's guest room, Kenneth looked regretfully at Lydel, who had rushed into the workshop and triggered the defense system. How many times had this happened? Ever since that night, this golden retriever would pretend nothing had happened during the day, but every night, rain or shine, she would sneak into his room to confront Kenneth.

"You bastard... Hmph... Is it really that bastard... Hmph, it's definitely you... Hmph, the time you disappeared from the Clock Tower... Hmph... It matches perfectly!!"

Looking at Lydel, who had been suspended again after triggering the workshop's barrier, and recalling her increasingly unusual reactions over this period, Kenneth had a vague guess in his mind: Could it be that Lydel has become addicted to being suspended?

The barrier controlling the workshop tightened slightly, and the Coal Witch, suspended in mid-air, began to breathe more heavily. A rainbow ripple appeared in her crimson eyes. Then, Kenneth stopped what he was doing and approached Lydel, who was baring her teeth at him even though her eyes were glazed over, with a strange expression.

"Lydel, let me ask you a question. Do you really come here every day just to find out if I'm the one?"

Suspended in mid-air, her body stiffened. When she met Kenneth's gaze, the Coal Witch immediately looked away. But then, her tsundere nature kicked in, and Lydel shook her body, trying to slap Kenneth.

"How could that be! If this house hadn't been on your side, how could I have fallen for it! You better answer my question now!!"

Alright, case solved. This golden retriever is broken. You have to listen to the opposite of what a tsundere says. Even the stubborn Lydia didn't yell at Kenneth to put her down. At this point, Kenneth, who had already realized something, looked at the tsundere witch with complicated eyes and silently increased the effect of the barrier.

"Ugh—!! You bastard, answer my question right now! *gulp*"

"She's having a great time again!"

Through the perception of the magic eye, the Coal Witch's emotions rose even higher. Realizing that this tsundere had awakened some extraordinary fetish, Kenneth, who already had designs on the rich woman, decided to intensify his efforts. With increasingly obvious sobs behind him, Kenneth continued to analyze the gem sword on the stage.

The Jewel Sword, as a mature second-level magic weapon, is still of reference value in building the foundation of magic weapons, even though it is different from the magic that Kenneth possesses. Now, Kenneth can use the characteristics of the third magic weapon to activate this magic weapon in reverse, and use a massive amount of magic power to stably open the rift to the parallel world. From the magic power that comes back, Kenneth has also seen some interesting things.

With the death of Director Ken, the disintegration of the Greater Grail, and a timeline of divine chaos in the United States, Kenneth has locked onto a timeline where the Holy Grail War has not yet begun through a tiny rift opened by the Jewel Sword. The problem now is that the rift is too fragile and can only allow magic to pass through. Kenneth's size makes it impossible for him to enter these rifts leading to parallel worlds.

"Where is the problem? The magic expenditure is more than enough, but the rift will collapse once it extends to a certain extent. The gem sword's capacity hasn't reached its limit either. What exactly is limiting the stability of the passage..."

The formal attire on the table trembled, and a shushing gesture was made. Lydia, who was hanging in mid-air, subconsciously bit her lip and swallowed back her increasingly terrible sobs.

"It was me. Have those guys made their move?"

On the other side of the formal attire, Aozaki Touko, having completely seized control of the situation, explained the current state of affairs in detail. During this time, through her deliberate display of weakness, those old fogies who wanted nothing more than to devour El-Melloi had completely torn off their masks. El-Melloi's control over Albion had seemingly crumbled, the Minerals Department's control had been effectively usurped thanks to Aozaki Touko's intentional indulgence, and Modern Magic had officially become a compulsory subject, with Meastia acting as acting monarch...

It can be said that, under Kenneth's deliberate arrangement, El-Melloi's influence in the Clock Tower has now reached a precarious point. Apart from the core rights that he cannot relinquish, El-Melloi is now at the bottom of the monarchical lineage.

"Your teacher and my teacher are laughing all the way now. They've set their sights on Barthezmello. I really don't know how they've gotten so bold. Who gave them the courage?"

"It's probably Fish Leong. Let them run wild for a couple more days, then relay my thoughts to Loreleia. She'll know what to do..."

The magic fax machine on the table lit up. Kenneth picked up the information that Aozaki Touko had collected over this period and began to think about how to kill those old bastards. Balyleta, Transpelio, Meastia, and Kenneth's good teacher—it was time for the Clock Tower to be reshuffled.

"Ugh—whoosh... Damn it, you're planning to go back to the Clock Tower?"

"Well, it's time to close the net. Congratulations, Miss Witch, you are free."

Continuing his idle play, Kenneth, sitting cross-legged on the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, casually answered the Coal Witch's question while flipping through documents.

"Wait a minute! What will happen to this mansion if you leave? Alice really cares about it now. You better take responsibility! You bastard!!"

Shaking her body, the Coal Witch, no longer hiding her enjoyment, gritted her teeth and swung her face in front of Kenneth. Her twin ponytails flashed before his eyes, and Kenneth, lifting his eyelids, also looked at the alternate dimension he was in.

"This Western-style mansion? Yes, it is. Although it was an unconscious act of mine, I have been using it quite conveniently during this time. It would be a real shame to let it disappear. Oh well, let's just consider it payment for the tea I've been using during this period."

With a flick of his finger, the magic furnaces piled up in the corner, which Kenneth considered failures, floated up and merged into another dimension.

"Alright, Miss Witch, these products of the Third Law are enough to keep this mansion running. Do you have any more questions?"

With Kenneth's ability to see through souls, the golden-haired man's thoughts were completely exposed to him. Watching the Coal Witch's flushed face and the sweat dripping down her cheeks, Kenneth increased the strength of the barrier once more.

Gu——!

Feeling uneasy under the gaze of the demonic eyes that could see through souls, the Coal Witch swallowed hard. Facing Kenneth's ambiguous smile, Lydel felt her body getting worse and worse.

"What could possibly be wrong with me! You bastard, since you're leaving, why don't you put me down right now! My mercy for you has its limits, you mere third-rate magician! I'd rather you stay away from Alice!"

"Is that so? So that's how you see me, Miss Witch? Oh well, after all, Miss Witch has over a hundred million fans. It seems you have a lot of opinions about me. Well then, Miss Witch, I'm just a third-rate magician, so I'll take my leave."

After packing everything in the workshop into his suitcase, Kenneth waved goodbye as if bidding farewell to his pet, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the Coal Witch's sight.

"Ah!! Wait a minute, you bastard! Put me down first! How am I supposed to face Yuju after you left without saying goodbye! You bastard—!!"

Fortunately, Kenneth didn't intend for the Coal Witch to suffer social death; this kind of thing could be done privately. The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Kuonji Yuzu, accustomed to the morning tea on her table, looked somewhat surprised at the empty French windows. Just then, the guest room door opened, and upon seeing Lydel emerge, Kuonji Yuzu's eyes filled with confusion, a flicker of panic crossing her face...

Chapter 121 My Teacher, Please Begin Your Performance.

In London, Director Ken's father-in-law was reviewing a proposal. Now, the Department of Spirituality had squeezed out El-Melloi and the Department of Archaeology and completely controlled the mining in Albion. His pawn had also won the position of head of the Department of Minerals. In Euryphus's view, apart from the so-called monarchical title, the Department of Minerals had completely fallen into his control.

"The Monarchical Council, Bartholomew? El-Melloi has fallen. It's time for a reshuffling of the three great houses. Euryphus will rise to the top in my hands..."

"Master, Lord Baleleta and Lord Transpelio will be here soon. Is there anything else I need to prepare?"

The old man, having put down the documents in his hand, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, and set his sights on Barthezello, stepped out of his house and, with the air of one of the three new noble families, got into the car heading to the Clock Tower.

Inside the meeting room, Loreleia, seated at the head of the table, glanced at the empty seat representing El-Melloi and began the meeting that would determine the future of the Clock Tower. Loreleia's action immediately attracted the attention of the other magicians, and the representatives of the noble faction began to speculate on Loreleia's intentions.

Unlike the reaction of the aristocratic faction, the faction of democrats, who had been enjoying smooth sailing, took the absence of Aozaki Touko as a sign that Loreleia had abandoned El-Melloi. With a confident smile, Euryphus looked at Loreleia, whose expression remained unchanged.

"Lord Barthezello, why don't you wait for El-Melloi's agent? After all, they are monarchs who stand at the top of the Clock Tower."

"No need. Lord El-Mello will arrive later. To save time, let's begin the meeting now."

After distributing the proposal to the various representatives, Lorelia made no further explanation and proceeded to arrange the agenda. Lord El-Melloi, whom Lorelia mentioned, caught the attention of some. The image of the child prodigy magician suddenly appeared in their minds. However, considering Lorelia's neglect of El-Melloi and the fact that Reines had previously convened a meeting in Kenneth's name, these people assumed that Reines, as the heir, would arrive later.