In the Nasuverse (TYPE-MOON), I Created a Magical Family Lineage

The El-Melloi estate still thrummed with thick, resounding Mystery. The activated magecraft workshop distorted reality in ways no ordinary person could grasp. Yet it was not the inside, but the scene unfolding outside the manor that truly shocked those in the know.

The dust began to settle.

Under the blazing noon sun, amidst trees and grass, the enforcers from the Department of Policies—all brimming with confidence—had been effortlessly knocked to the ground in under thirty seconds.

From inside the estate, Kenneth's eyes narrowed as he watched in silence. Complex emotions flickered across his gaze. The fallen enforcers struggled to rise, panting heavily as they looked ahead.

Their eyes fixed on the silver-lit, tassel-like figure whose coat danced in the wind—a youth standing tall.

Lucan's gaze gleamed with astonishing clarity.

His aura weighed heavily on the enforcers, a pressure that choked their breath, as if the very fabric of Mystery was bearing down on them.

In that moment, they couldn't believe the boy before them was just a student of the Clock Tower. He felt like one of the Twelve Lords—or at least a Color-Ranked magus.

But just like elite students unwilling to concede defeat—they too refused to yield.

Staggering, gasping, they tried to stand again.

They had a mission to complete.

"Still want more?" Lucan's brows lifted. Truth be told, he hadn't gone all out yet. The Department of Policies might have a special position, but it was still a student-run department within the Clock Tower. He hadn't taken it seriously.

And ideally, he didn't want to kill anyone.

It was still a student affair.

Or so he thought.

Until a voice interrupted from deeper within the trees.

"That's enough."

Clear and crisp, the voice rang out like thunder, followed by a formless pressure that howled through the leaves.

All the enforcers froze.

In unison, they lowered their heads, took half a step back, and knelt.

Like knights kneeling to their liege.

They turned to greet the source of that commanding voice—a tall figure approaching calmly along the stone path.

"So this is what I came to see," she said.

With a sidelong glance and sharp eyes, her reddish-brown ponytail danced in the breeze. Her face wasn't exactly beautiful—but it was striking: clean, sharp, precise. Her bearing was noble, her gaze like a blade.

As she passed between the kneeling enforcers, she fixed her eyes on Lucan, standing near the estate gates.

Only then did she speak again. "Only a magecraft of this level would be worth such a cautious approach—to cleanse the shame of my ancestors."

Lucan tilted his head. It took only a moment to understand who she was.

"You must be this generation's Barthomelloi," he said. It wasn't just the subordinates kneeling before her that gave it away. Her face, her posture, were nearly identical to the Barthomelloi lord he'd met in a previous life—one who had once crossed paths with him and bore that grudge to the grave.

Then there was her mention of 'ancestor'—Lucan remembered. That Barthomelloi patriarch had considered being disregarded by Lucan a lifelong disgrace.

But the girl with the ponytail shook her head.

"I haven't inherited the Barthomelloi name yet," she said seriously.

"But I will."

Her voice was calm. Resolute.

Lucan nodded. "Makes sense."

He now recalled exactly who she was—not just her surname, but her name, background, and reputation.

Lorelei.

A girl born without a surname.

Fated to inherit the title of Barthomelloi, the most ancient house of the Clock Tower.

She was the only daughter of the current Barthomelloi Lord—a crystallization of a millennium-old lineage of magecraft.

There were even rumors that the day she was born, the entire British Isles erupted in waves of Mystery. Lucan dismissed those tales as the same kind of folklore that once claimed foxes cried out "The Empire rises, King Chen Sheng returns." But even as an exaggeration, it showed what people thought of her.

Lorelei was a monster.

Her magic circuits surpassed the norm by hundreds of times.

Her magecraft was omnipotent.

She wasn't just destined to become a Barthomelloi lord.

She was fated to be the strongest Barthomelloi in two hundred years.

A Grand-Positioned One.

Though still a student, she had already earned her Color Rank and was de facto leader of the Department of Policies.

The Queen-in-waiting.

She held herself proudly. A touch too proudly.

Before she could speak again, another voice cut in from behind Lucan.

"Lorelei! Is this how little you regard the Head of Mineralogy?"

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald finally stepped out from his magecraft workshop, unable to stay silent any longer.

Lucan had displayed extraordinary skill. His Mind Magecraft could already rival the average Lord of this era—but Kenneth wasn't sure he could take on this monster girl alone.

As for himself—Kenneth wasn't confident he could defeat her either.

He took his place beside Lucan, casting him a proud, reassuring glance.

A promise was a promise—and Kenneth would see it through perfectly.

Lucan blinked, amused. He'd been hoping for a worthy challenge. Now Kenneth had come out thinking he needed protection.

He was about to test the limits of his true strength in the real world!

Facing Kenneth's accusation, Lorelei didn't even blink. Though still a student, she outranked most of the Clock Tower already.

"This is a student matter," she replied. "An internal affair of the Department of Policies."

"We never entered the domain of a Lord. We were merely... passing through."

Kenneth's expression froze.

Technically speaking, she was right. The enforcers hadn't entered his estate. Their Mystery hadn't crossed into his territory. The magecraft workshop's activation was just a passive response—not a violation of a Lord's authority.

By the rules of the Clock Tower... this wasn't an offense.

Lucan snorted. Kenneth's righteous indignation had just been neatly overturned. This Lorelei wasn't just sharp—she was cunning.

She glanced at Lucan again.

Their eyes met.

Lucan smiled—not mockingly, not smugly. Calm. Even.

Lorelei's expression flickered.

"Interesting," she said flatly.

It was a strange thing to say with such a blank face.

Lucan thought she might be more dangerous than she looked.

And now that Kenneth's claim had been countered, further confrontation seemed inevitable.

Lorelei looked at Lucan again.

"So. You're Lucan, inheritor of the name Luvist."

"Are you interested in joining the Barthomelloi family?"

"...Huh?"

Lucan blinked. That was not the challenge he was expecting.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said," she replied seriously.

"Join the Barthomelloi. Become..."

"My adopted younger brother."