The ones with the most bizarre reactions were Dr. Hatteras and Shadow Warrior.
Dr. Hatteras is the Master and the Shadow Warrior is the Servant. Both of them have the privileges granted by the Holy Grail. In the eyes of others, Shinji is just too strong to be human and has a mystery beyond magic. But in their eyes, it is another scene.
"Is that... a Noble Phantasm?"
Hatres could clearly feel the spirit particles wrapped around Shinji, which were the most basic elements that constituted the Servant's body.
"It is indeed a Noble Phantasm, and it may be of a higher rank than my Hecatic Wheel."
The shadow warrior's voice was not loud, and he seemed to be a little out of breath. Even so, it was heard by Lorelaia, who was closest to him and was on high alert. Her Majesty the Queen's face suddenly changed, and her tone became hurried.
"Noble Phantasm... Are you sure?"
The moment she opened her mouth, she thought of a lot.
Why in the Far East, known as the Magic Desert, a family of little-known fame gave birth to a genius who was as talented as himself
Why did he possess so many secret treasures and travel around the world with them? You should know that even the Barthelmero family, which has the longest history, usually locks the secret treasures in the deepest part of the family treasury and only uses them when needed.
Why could he bring out the lost Rune system
Once, she thought that his teacher, the immortal Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows who had lived from the Age of Gods to the present day, could explain it all.
But now, she found a new question - the fact that Queen Scathach had a disciple was very strange. Since the end of the Age of Gods and the beginning of the Age of Elves, she had never heard of the queen accepting a disciple again.
I thought the Barthelmero family didn't get the information, but compared to the theory that Shinji is the descended spirit of a hero from the Age of Gods, the latter is obviously more likely.
"I am a follower, I can't be wrong."
The shadow warrior's voice was still soft, but the weight in it was as unshakable as her warrior soul.
Noble Phantasms are the sublimation of the legend of Heroic Spirits and are a part of the Servant. Anyone may not recognize Noble Phantasms, except the Servant.
"That boy is also a Servant?"
Hatteras looked at Shinji, with a different look in his eyes.
"No, his body is undoubtedly human. Although there are mysteries that do not belong to modern times, it is undoubtedly human. How could it be... Is it the Holy Grail? Although it is not an omnipotent wish-granting machine, since it is called the Holy Grail, it should have the ability to grant wishes of a certain scale. It is not impossible to give a Servant a second life."
"You are wrong. Shinji is not a Servant."
Elquet suddenly spoke, his tone full of matter-of-factness.
"Oh? Why do you say that?" asked Hatteras.
"No means no, there is no reason."
"That's hard to believe."
"Why should I convince others? Isn't it enough for me to just trust him?"
It was still a self-evident answer, just like the laws of nature, but humans were creatures that could not accept anything without a reasonable reason, even the laws of nature were no exception, so Hatteras obviously did not believe it.
Then, someone else joined the discussion, it was Weber.
"I'll tell you why."
"I'd like to hear more about it."
"His growth history is well documented, from childhood to adulthood, from Japan to the UK."
"Resumes can be falsified, and Bartomero is the one who has the most say on this."
Lorelaia didn't say anything, which was considered as her agreement.
"Experiences can be faked, but what about my personal experience? I met him ten years ago, when he was only seven years old. Although we only met a few times a year, I could see his growth every time - in terms of strength and spirit. He paid a lot to get to where he is today. Everyone who knows him can see this. You wouldn't say this is also faked, right?"
"This..." Hatteras was speechless.
"This really can't be faked." Lorelaia sighed, a feeling of guilt welling up in her heart.
Yes, Waver knew him earlier, but I knew him not too late. Moreover, he had been working for me for the past few years, spending more time in the Law and Politics Department than in the Modern Magic Department. The two of them would also practice against each other regularly, with both winning and losing.
Recalling the encounter in the underground workshop, at that time she was only the alternate heir of the family and had not inherited the mark. Although he was disguised, he still spoke and fought in a rather awkward manner, and was far from being as mature as he is now.
I have grown a lot in these five years, and so has he.
As a companion who grew up with him, I should know this best, and yet, I doubt him.
A heroic spirit, or hero, must have gone through all kinds of hardships, and his mind, skills, and body have all reached a considerable level. Such a being may still have room for growth after being given a second life, but it is impossible for him to repeat the process of starting from scratch, from nothing to something.
And Shinji, like all boys and girls, has such a gradual process of transformation, which is more powerful evidence than any theory or doubt.
Putting aside the seemingly silly True Ancestor, what would the other girls around him think? Would they doubt him like she did
Thinking of this, Lorelaia suddenly became panicked - what on earth was wrong with her
On the other side, Hartress accepted Weber's statement, but he found new problems.
"How can humans possess the secret of a Noble Phantasm that belongs only to Servants? Even if we use the Command Seals, it is impossible to achieve this."
"Master, you can give it a try." The shadow warrior said expressionlessly.
"Forget it. We can't waste a single Command Seal on something so illusory. If we use it, our relationship will be in danger. Besides, I have a feeling that this boy has other secrets hidden in him. Maybe he can shock the entire Magic Association?"
For the last sentence, Hatteres raised his voice intentionally or unintentionally so that everyone on the train could hear it clearly. Along with the voice, the seed of greed was also spread.
"Oh my, what will it be? What surprises will there be next? I am really looking forward to it."
The red-haired man who was as bewitching as a devil still maintained a gentle smile, his eyes fixed on the highest point of the steel forest, on the platform built by rafters.
There, a shirtless young man pressed his right shoulder with his left hand, stretched his right hand forward with five fingers spread out, and muttered something.
"I am the bone of my Nail."
"Steel is my body，and fire is my blood."
"I have created over a thousand blades."
"Unkh. Nor known to Life."
"Have withstood pain to impale many enemies."
"Yet, those hands will never hold anything."
"So as I pray, Unlimited Nail Works."