"It's ti for you to show your abilities."
Hearing the girl's words, the male Servant, who looked average in both height and appearance, scratched the ponytail at the back of his head while letting out an awkward laugh.
"Um, Olga Marie—"
As soon as he called her na, the girl imdiately frowned and coldly corrected him.
"Don't call by my na!"
"A-Animusphere?"
"Don't call by my last na either!"
"Olga? Little Marie?"
"Enough. There's no one left who can call by that na."
A trace of sadness appeared on Olga Marie's face.
"Like Archer and Luvia, let's address each other by class and title. I'll call you Caster, and you call Master."
"It feels too distant like that. Aren't we partners, bound by fate, sharing our lives?" muttered the man, who shared the sa class as dea.
"This is better. We're not that close," Olga Marie raised an eyebrow. "Archer has already proven his strength. Now it's your turn."
"Ol—no, Master, how exactly would you like to perform?"
"Aren't you a Caster? Just cast a few spells in that direction to intimidate them."
"Uh, sorry, I don't have that kind of range. I can barely manage if we shorten the distance to a fraction of that."
"A fraction? That's fine. At least it's more than a kiloter, right?"
Olga Marie's expression brightened considerably. Based on the information her father, the Lord of the Departnt of Astromancy, had provided, even during the Age of Mystery, there weren't many magus capable of casting spells over a range of more than a kiloter.
However, within just a few seconds, her expression soured again as Caster continued.
"Sorry, I miscalculated. It's more like ten tis...no, maybe dozens of tis shorter?"
"Urgh! So it's only a few hundred ters or even just a few dozen? Even I could manage that!"
"Oh, Master, you're amazing!"
Caster exclaid in an exaggerated tone, even clapping his hands.
"It's not that impressive. No, wait, that's not the point—are you really the King of Israel, Solomon? You're not lying to , are you?"
"I'm not lying to you, Master. Even if you don't believe , you should believe this."
The Servant, who was supposedly King Solomon, extended his right hand, showing a golden ring on his ring finger. The ring looked quite ordinary—just like the man himself.
"This is the ring I wore when I was alive. Summoning with this as the catalyst ans that the only possibilities are either or the Lord Himself. What do you think?"
"If you were God, the Church would've gone crazy a long ti ago," Olga Marie remarked, uncharacteristically making a snide comnt.
Though most modern magi were nonbelievers, they were still well-inford about various deities, especially their old rival, the Holy Church's hidden boss.
"So, I am Solomon."
"..."
Olga Marie was at a loss for words. The ring was sothing her father had acquired at great expense and kept deep within the family's secret vault. It couldn't be fake. But the man in front of her didn't resemble a king in the slightest, and there was no hint of the overwhelming presence that had influenced the history of Mystery.
"King Solomon is known in the magecraft world as the King of Magecraft, commanding the 72 Demon Pillars, and is said to be the master of all magecraft, including that of angels and demons."
If that weren't the case, Olga Marie wouldn't have chosen him as her Servant. If you're going to summon a Servant, you summon the strongest!
To this, the pink-haired man replied:
"That's not my ability—it's the power of the rings. They were divine artifacts granted to by the Lord. It's through them that I commanded all magecraft. The so-called King of Magecraft is just a misunderstanding by those who didn't know the truth."
"You have the ring now."
"Yes, I do. But it's only one ring. The Lord granted ten rings. Only by wearing all ten can one truly beco the master of all magecraft."
"Then give it back to . It's useless to you."
Olga Marie extended her hand, but Solomon quickly retracted his right hand.
"Don't say that. It's still useful. Although it's incomplete, it still grants so dominion over magecraft. Each ring corresponds to a different type of magecraft."
"And this one?"
"Detection and prophecy. It can interfere with all forms of detection and prophecy magecraft. This location had already been marked by soone's detection wards. But I've blocked them—see, I'm still sowhat useful."
To be fair, this ability was indeed quite useful. But looking at Solomon's idiotic grin made Olga Marie feel nothing but irritation.
"Hmph! Can't you act more like a king? You look worse than , a little girl! Is this how you ruled your kingdom?"
"Yes."
Solomon nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"The kingdom didn't need to rule it. I was rely a tool with the title of king, a bridge between man and God from the mont I was born. My power was granted by the Lord. My wisdom was granted by the Lord. I rely carried out the Lord's will. All the deeds you know about were the Lord's doing. I was just a figurehead sitting on the throne, watching everything unfold before my eyes."
It was a brutally honest answer. Olga Marie didn't want to believe it, but she had no choice, for the legends of King Solomon had always been intertwined with the shadow of God. Frustrated, she repeatedly glanced at the Servant's status screen in her mind, searching for sothing she could rely on.
The attribute panel? No, everything except for Magic Power and Luck was subpar.
Skills?
"Revelation"—that's easy to understand since he said he's the link between man and God.
"Summoning"—EX rank, that must be powerful...wait, why can't he use it? Is it because the rings are incomplete?
"Clairvoyance"—this one's also EX rank, and it's usable.
"Clairvoyance! Your innate skill to see both the past and the future!"
"Oh, that. It's not as impressive as you think. While I can see through ti, the exact mont and place are highly uncertain. It could be in the next second, or it could be a hundred years later. And it consus a huge amount of mana—Master, if you want, I can use it now, but I can't guarantee what you'll see. You might also end up exhausted from the mana drain."
Olga Marie was on the verge of collapse. In her mind, the legendary King Solomon was supposed to be wise, great, and powerful—embodying all things radiant and ideal. But the reality in front of her was so ridiculous it bordered on pathetic.
"Y-you—you're a completely useless Servant! Useless, useless, useless!"
"Sorry, I'm a useless Servant," Solomon admitted softly, his tone gentle but matter-of-fact.
"The true , after handing back what the Lord had bestowed upon , is like this. I've let you down, Master. Strictly speaking, I'm no longer worthy of the na Solomon. Maybe I should go by a different na...hmm, how about Roman? I think that na fits well."
PS: My bro Roman is here!
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