Lev Lainor Flauros.
A monumental figure, in every sense.
Any Fate/Grand Order Master, new or old, would grit their teeth at the sight of this man, with his eccentric medieval-artist aesthetic—appearing middle-aged but youthful. They'd feel both resentment and awe.
Resentment for his act of bombing Chaldea, setting humanity's salvation on a hellish difficulty from the start; awe for his motives and circumstances; and astonishment at his bombs—where did they come from? How did he achieve such a devastating feat?
Beyond Kadoc, Chaldea's A-Team comprised prodigies, legendary Mystic Eye holders, True Ancestors, aliens—all sent skyward by Lev. Dead or comatose, they nearly ended Chaldea's journey before it began.
His bomb-making skill was unparalleled, its effects rivaling an A+ Noble Phantasm. He nearly succeeded where the Pangolin failed, stopping Chaldea's mission.
Thus, when dubbed Professor Lev, he earned a grand title among Masters: Grand Bomber.
Masters imagined Lev mass-producing bombs, teaming with Hundred-Faced Hassan for suicide truck attacks—a spectacle where defeat seemed impossible.
When Roy first met him, he blurted out, "Grand Ziggs!"
"Who? Ziggs? Who's that?"
Confused, Lev pointed to himself, thinking Roy mistook him.
He clarified: he was Lev Lainor Flauros from the Department of Archaeology, not some "bomber Ziggs." Bombs, antithetical to mystery, were for the Department of Modern Magecraft, not him.
But to Roy, Lev was the Grand Bomber, a title none could steal.
Under Lev's puzzled gaze, Roy sat him down in the study for a long talk.
Probing his background, Roy sought to determine if this was Lev the magus, Flauros the Demon God, or Lainor.
The Silver Star, angelic murals, and Christian artifacts in the study elicited no reaction, confirming Lev wasn't a Demon God.
Through careful questioning—where he worked, his goals—Roy learned Lev was an archaeologist magus researching mystery revival. He'd come to mourn the Crowley heads while seeking investment.
This confirmed he was Lev the human, driven to fill a void by spreading past warnings, recreating ancient truths in the modern era—reviving the Age of Gods.
This was Lev's mission, a destiny he never doubted.
Reviving the mythical era in a time of waning mystery, with gods absent, was fantastical. Deemed mad, Lev was misunderstood.
A magical prodigy, he reached Fes-rank in his twenties, like Kayneth. He could have founded a new family or joined a great one, his future bright.
Yet, after achieving Fes-rank, he secluded himself in Archaeology, pursuing an impossible dream, earning mockery as a "research maniac" or "reclusive Chairman."
This trip was forced by his lack of progress, alienating his professor and department. Cut off from funds, he sought investment from magical families, with the Crowleys as his last stop.
Unaware of the Crowley heads' deaths, he mistook Roy for a new magus, not the heir. After lingering without meeting the heads, he prepared to leave.
But…
Roy stopped him, offering to fund his research and a place at the Crowley estate.
Others might not see it, but Roy knew Lev's value. His drive wasn't madness but duty. His future achievements dwarfed those of Clock Tower Lords. Many of Chaldea's technologies stemmed from his work.
Why let such a talent—assistant, not laborer—slip away, especially when he hadn't joined Marisbury's Astromancy?
Though the Crowley family was diminished, it was still noble. Tightening their belt, they could support Lev's research and The Book of the Law's decoding.
Sensing Lev's potential, Roy used reason and sincerity to secure this invaluable ally.
Stunned by the offer, Lev, expecting to leave empty-handed, was overwhelmed. A young man, the new Crowley head, not only didn't dismiss him as mad but endorsed his plan, offering full support.
A family's backing—funds, facilities, leyline access—was a lifeline, a godsend.
Moved, Lev nearly wept. Roy was the first magus in years to believe in him.
A pure magus and person, Lev's purpose was mystery revival. Unable to refuse, he saw Roy as a lifelong confidant, a partner in reviving the Age of Gods, second only to his mission.
Without hesitation, Lev left Archaeology the next day, joining the Crowley family as Roy's first external consultant, beginning his research.
After confirming Lev's trustworthiness, Roy signed a multi-layered magical contract:
Lev could research at the Crowley estate with full resources, but findings would be sold to the Crowley family for monopoly. He'd assist in complex experiments.
Lev agreed without blinking.
To him, continuing his revival was all that mattered.
Roy shared his goal of strengthening magecraft through mystery revival. For such a kindred spirit, Lev freely shared his findings.
Guiding Roy, a Kai-rank, was easy for a Fes-rank like Lev, despite his ostracism.
Then he realized Roy was extraordinary.
The Book of the Law, a forbidden text not fully destroyed, was in Roy's possession—a partial original he was decoding.
Lev's eyes widened. He knew of Aleister Crowley, the genius who challenged magical and religious theories, vanishing after a manhunt. The Book of the Law was legendary, but Lev had never seen it. Now, Roy was dissecting its formulas.
Though shocked, Lev didn't refuse. Beyond the contract, he was curious about the book's knowledge and its aid in mystery revival.
Trusting each other, they began decoding The Book of the Law.
Combining Roy's alchemy and Lev's summoning and archaeology expertise, they extracted the Sanctuary Formula and angelic summoning—formulas that would make Kayneth scream—along with other modern Western magecraft.
Decoding was one thing; practice another.
Lev was thrilled with angelic summoning, seeing angels as symbols of the Age of Gods, aiding his research.
But it couldn't be used lightly. Summoning required sacrifices, ideally souls. Angelic summoning, even in a godless era, risked summoning fakes, needing further testing. Lev advised waiting, focusing on his main work.
But Roy, the reckless prodigy—
Though he promised caution, he vanished, leaving Lev in the hundred-meter-deep workshop with a note: "Got business, back later."
Worse, he took The Book of the Law and angelic summoning notes. Lev could guess his insane plan.
Unable to stop him—without even the butler knowing his destination—Lev stayed, praying Roy wouldn't meet disaster.
Now, seeing Roy return after so long, Lev rushed out to check.
…
In the Crowley underground workshop.
Facing Lev's furious expression, Roy grinned awkwardly, knowing he'd truly angered him. He greeted cheerfully, "Lev! Rare to see you out of your research. Coming to welcome me? I'm touched—my best partner!"
"Heh…"
Lev sneered at Roy's deflection. "Don't flatter yourself, Crowley. I figured it was you, but I was more worried about intruders. Who doesn't turn on lights at home?"
"Haha, it's just for the vibe."
"Enough, Crowley. Explain yourself, or I won't let this slide."
"Relax, partner. I'm fine. Instead of worrying, check out my results."
Smiling, Roy stepped aside, revealing the four glowing pillars—prototypes of angels and spirits.
"Hm? Results…?"
Lev, confirming Roy was unharmed, sighed, removing his hat. His gaze fell on the pillars, pulsing with distinct magical energies, and widened in shock.
"What… what's this? You did something to my formula? These pillars shouldn't be active!"
Lev shouted, stunned.
"Don't worry, just a small tweak," Roy said.
"Tweak? Turning dead pillars alive? Angels need divinity! Did you capture a god? Use a divine corpse? Or—did you steal a saint's relics from the Holy Church?!"
"Calm down, Lev. No gods exist now. And the Church? I'm Aleister's heir. Showing up there would get me branded a heretic and burned. Steal from them? Impossible."
Roy waved him down, urging calm.
"Then… how?!"
Lev took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Without divine materials, angels can't revive, unlike demons."
"A niche experiment. Remember my paper on alchemy and Christian theory convergence?"
"You mean… likening your mind to God, becoming omnipotent, defining your surroundings as Fire of the Right, Earth of the Left, Water of the Back, Wind of the Front—the four poles, linking the four archangels and alchemical spirits? Your absurd theory that ancient elemental spirits might have been archangels, stunted by the gods' departure and mystery's decline?"
Lev's eyes widened further.
"Yeah, I think it's solid," Roy shrugged. "It's far-fetched, but isn't magecraft about belief? Astromancy's changed with astronomy, overturning old theories. Yet past magi used those 'wrong' theories. Soul interpretations vary—which is right?"
"So…"
Meeting Lev's shocked gaze, Roy shared his view.
"Believe in your heart—that's true magic. Magecraft doesn't need truth, just faith. It's mind over matter."
"Magical energy is refined life force. Magecraft is phenomena from that energy. Thus, magecraft stems from primal life forces. Belief and faith are power."
"Hold on, let me process… You're too much. Did you test this era-spanning, blasphemous theory—trampling Christianity and magical foundations—beforehand?"
"Nope."
"None?! You damned fool, Crowley! You reckless mole! I'm furious! I want to kick your ass with my spiked boots! Mimicking God and the archangels with elemental spirits to form your Sanctuary? This madness! Do you know what you're doing? How did I sign a contract with this lunatic? Can your soul handle this pretense?!"
Lev clutched his head, wailing.
He scanned Roy for abnormalities, unable to believe a human could mimic God and archangels unscathed.
He even wondered if Roy was dead, replaced by a demon or angel.
But…
Roy's familiar head-rub and sigh interrupted. "Relax, Lev. I'm fine. And it worked, didn't it?"
Seeing Lev's concern, Roy smiled.
He couldn't say his soul matched a god's, unaffected by mimicking divinity, but he reassured him.
Lev's expertise in demonology and angelic summoning was crucial to decoding The Book of the Law and refining the flawed angelic formulas.
He'd even asked if Roy wanted to emulate Solomon.
Angelic summoning was tough, but demonic summoning was easier. Lev offered to recreate Solomon's miracle, but Roy succeeded.
Lev was shocked yet elated.
Angels, like demons, were of the Age of Gods. Roy's success in recreating their foundation in this era validated his research, opening new paths.
Lev's original plan—recreating Solomon's 72 demons to find a new Magic King—paled beside Roy's audacity: likening himself to God, the Holy Spirit.
What a madman…
Sighing, Lev shelved his demon plan.
With Roy's progress, he'd focus on perfecting the four angelic formulas, aiming for true guardian angels, not fakes.
Recreating the Son and Spirit's miracles, returning mystery to a golden age!
The 72 demons? Never heard of them.
Whoever revived mystery, Lev followed.
"Ohhh! Your guardian angels? Extraordinary!"
Seeing Roy summon the four alchemical angels, Lev's eyes blazed with fervor.
His dream of mystery revival saw hope. He was more driven than Roy.
While Roy slept four hours daily, using magecraft to compensate, Lev slept three hours every three days, sustained by magic. Without Roy forcing rest, he'd collapse at his desk and resume upon waking.
Such a dedicated partner made Roy's eyelids twitch.
"Fine, I can't believe you pulled off this insane formula. But since it worked, I'll support you. The demon plan's on hold. I'll help perfect these angels, making them real guardians."
"Write a detailed report on their magical data and elemental conditions. Combat data against Servants would be invaluable."
Seeing success, Lev rallied. As long as Roy was safe and his formula worked, Lev focused on research, hating wasted time. Without Roy's return, he'd stay in the workshop.
"Alright, I'll write it tonight. But you need to get out. Months underground—you're paler than a ghoul."
Lev's dedication warmed Roy, but he feared he'd collapse and switch personalities.
"Hmph, this is nothing. One hour's rest daily is enough. My vitals are monitored—minimum function is sufficient."
"You're joking, right…?"
Roy's eyes twitched at Lev's calm reply.
The workload—testing, refining—was immense, enough to stack papers to the ceiling. Lev planned to handle it alone?
Roy feared he'd drop dead at his desk.
"Calm down. I've proven the angel-alchemy fusion works. We'll refine it gradually. Mystery revival takes time—we can't rush it. After I finish the Sanctuary Formula, we'll tackle angelic magecraft. For now, take a break. Tour London. How's that?"
"…You're right. I'll switch to angelic research after archiving the demon project. But you're too cautious. Compared to your reckless God-mimicking, I'm prudent."
"I'll consider your suggestion. Get me that data. And seriously, can't you find another assistant? Just us two isn't enough, even working non-stop."
"Damn, are human bodies too limiting? If only I could stay energized without sleep…"
Grumbling, Lev scratched his hair and returned to his room.
Roy shook his head, more worried about Lev.
Another assistant?
No need to worry—help was coming.
Thinking of Aozaki Touko, Roy smiled.
Their third member was on the way. With Touko crafting Einzbern-style homunculi to assist, their efficiency would double.
Glancing at the four angelic pillars, Roy's eyes gleamed with excitement.
His plan had succeeded.
Though incomplete, this was a true prototype—a miracle's egg.
Its full potential awaited further development.
Previously, extracting and refining pure elemental forces—Earth, Fire, Water, Wind—for spirits mimicking divine power was a complex, time-consuming process.
But now…
Brandishing his staff, embedded with the Philosopher's Stone, Roy unleashed elemental forces, igniting the pillars with dazzling light. The stone's energy filled them, enhancing the angelic symbols.
"Thanks to Gilgamesh's generous gift, the formula will keep improving…"
Roy planted the staff in the altar, murmuring.
Even without angels or Avalon, his Golden System and modern Western magecraft reached Brand-rank, sufficient for Clock Tower life.
But that was for ordinary magi.
For him, it wasn't enough.
The world had changed—Magician, Root, Counter Forces, Grand Servants, and his own uniqueness drew unknown threats.
Who'd come next? Altrouge? Arcueid? Surely not a UO or Beast?
Recalling Zelretch's warning and the world's endings—Land of Steel, Moon's Coral—neither was acceptable.
Unable to return to his world, he faced these grim fates. He had to act now, altering this doomed future.
He needed to grow stronger, harnessing his uniqueness to reshape this despairing world.
"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law."
A new goal lay ahead.
For himself and those under this sky, he'd strive harder.
His old, carefree attitude wouldn't do. His enemies weren't individuals but the world's future.
"The road is long and heavy."
But saving Kayneth from the Fourth Holy Grail War—a feat as daunting as averting the Land of Steel—proved he could overcome.
Mere Land of Steel or Moon's Coral? He'd break through.
His existence was the greatest miracle.
With a sigh for this cursed world, Roy turned to leave.
His lament and hope lingered in the air, fading into silence.
Halfway out, he realized he forgot to mention Sakura to Lev.
A rare Imaginary Numbers magus, Sakura could manipulate dimensional rifts. With Kayneth and Roy teaching her Mineralogy and Western magecraft, and Lev guiding her Imaginary Numbers talent, it was a win-win.
Lev, seeing a prodigy with his attribute, would be thrilled.
Finding a successor for Imaginary Numbers magecraft was rare.
Sakura, brought back by Roy, was the perfect heir for Lev.
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