"Of course. Certainly you do seem to be in love with magecraft. In a way you could even call yourself an investigator of magecraft." Luvia spoke, chest puffed out in anger. "But if you really knew magecraft, you would understand that all you are doing is destroying it."
Hearing that, my master adopted a terribly difficult expression. It was a mysterious look, like he had taken a bite of something nostalgically bitter.
"...my teacher once told me something similar, you know."
"You must have had a rather brilliant teacher, then."
"Of course. There was no one who could compare to him as a magus. He really is the only one suitable for the name El-Melloi...was, the only one suitable." Seeing my master's wry expression as he spoke, I unconsciously held my breath.
Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald.