Content

Prelude: e Strongest Man of Old

Prologue

Chapter 1: Rebirth

Chapter 2: Meeting

Chapter 3: Servant

Chapter 4: A Pure Love

Epilogue

Servants, Past and Future

Afterword
 Prelude: e World’s Strongest Agent
e black-haired young man sprinted down the gloomy, maze-like
corridors. His running caused the robe of his school uniform to utter in
the wind, yet he was still able to face the group of enemies that appeared to
block his path; he was not slowed down. He continued to sprint forward,
and rushed down a nearby staircase. If he wanted to save his precious
students, he had to keep going.
He managed to reach the ground oor safely, but the building’s layout
forced him to take yet another detour before he could arrive at his
destination. It was clear he had no time for that.
He pointed his nger at the wall ahead of him and red one of his unique,
original spells. It carved a large hole in the wall which served as a
convenient detour, allowing him to make it in time. On the other side, his
three precious pupils were being attacked. One of the assailants, a demi-
human, was about to deliver the nal blow to a student who was lying on
the ground. Without a second of hesitation, the man rushed in between
them. e demi-human stared blankly at the man for a second, then lunged
at him with his giant st. Any normal human would have been mortally
wounded from such a strike, but the man easily dodged the attack. He
retaliated, sending the demi-human ying with a solid kick of his own. Still
keeping a close eye on the remaining assailants, he turned to face his
students protectively.
“Lord Sirius...”
A silver-haired young girl with distinct wolf ears called the man’s name.
Even though the visibility was poor in the dark room, he could see a
hopeful smile spread across her face.
“Are you all right, Emilia?”
“Yes.”
Despite her reply, Emilia remained on the ground; perhaps she had been
immobilized by a previous blow. Next to Emilia, another girl with strikingly
blue hair sat with her face buried between her hands. e sound of Sirius’s
voice caused her to look up, tears streaming down her pale face.
 “Sirius, you... came.”
“Of course I did.”
“Big... bro...”“Of course I did.”
“Leus, you did well holding out by yourself.”
A mischievous-looking boy with silver hair and wolf ears lay collapsed
next to Emilia. It looked like he had been ghting for dear life trying to
protect the girls. Shallow cuts spanned across his entire body. His face was
covered in tears and bruises, yet Leus hid the pain as he gazed proudly up at
his mentor.
“I... gave it my... all.”
“Yeah, good job. I’ll handle it from here. It will all be over when you wake
up.”
“Okay.”
Sirius turned to glare at the remaining foes. He was prepared to keep his
promise to his student.
“I won’t let you lay another nger on my students.”
Fueled by the rage of seeing them injured, he rushed forth.
 is was just one of many of Sirius's stories. e man once known as the
strongest agent in the world was reincarnated and sent to another world,
where he became a respected teacher.
 Prologue
“Ga... to... answer me!”
Inside the headquarters of one of the most powerful corporations on the
continent, something was amiss. e president's o ce, normally decorated
with beautiful marble, had been completely turned on its head. e walls
were lled with bullet holes and craters from explosions, and the ornate
furniture was reduced to rubble. Scattered around the room were countless
bodies, all with bullet wounds to the head. Truly, it was an absolutely
horrifying sight to behold.
But among the carnage, one man was still moving. He was clad from head
to toe in protective gear. He tried to get up several times, but continued to
fall over. Eventually, the man gave up on trying to get up; he chose to crawl
to a nearby wall in order to catch his breath. en, he hit the small button
on the mic in his ear.
“Hello? is is code Accel.”
“Are you okay?! Give me a status report!”
Among the pile of bodies, one elegantly-dressed corpse stood out. is
man didn’t simply have a bullet wound to the head—there were bullet
wounds scattered throughout his body, as well as deep wounds from
explosions. He had been the living man’s target.
“ e target is... down. Just clean-up left I suppose? Cough.”
“What? Save that for later! Hurry up and get out of there rst!”
“H-Haha, that’s... not happening.”
e man looked down at his own body. His abdomen had been peppered
with bullets, and his left foot shot clean o . e feeling in his left arm was
all but gone, and doing something as simple as talking felt excruciating.
With his only working arm, he took out a small device from his pocket and
released the safety on it. In his hand was a detonator which would set o
explosives placed throughout the entire building when pressed. It would
wipe everything in the near vicinity o the map—including the man
himself.
“We’ll come get you right away! Hey, is the chopper ready?! Permission?!
I’ll get that later, this is urgent!”
e man’s partner desperately tried to act from the other side of the mic,
but there was simply no time left. e man opened his mouth in an attempt
to stop his partner from trying, only to pause at the sound of a door ying
open in the background.
“Instructor!”
e sound of his students reached his ears.
“Instructor, don’t give up!”
“ ere’s still so much you need to teach us!”
“Please, instructor! D-Dad!”
ey had all been briefed on the mission and agreed, but they still refused
to accept the situation. While hearing their protests made the man worried
they were all still too immature, it also lled him with joy. As their teacher,
he felt obligated to leave them with some nal words. Summoning his nal
strength, the man spoke up.
“Line up!”
“Yes?!”
e students all replied in unison, perhaps reacting out of instinct that had
been drilled into them from training.
“You guys know what I’m going to say... right?”
“Don’t stop moving forward!”
“Good. You guys will do ne on your own. Man up, and live.”
“... Roger!”
He could hear them all choking up. ey were probably all crying, he
thought. He spoke to the mic.
“Sorry... hey, about my students...”
“Of course, they’ve earned it. But... are you sure there’s no way out?”
“You already... know the answer to that...”
“Right.”
e reply was lled with worry and pain.
“I’ve... left my mark... so I can go out... smiling.”
“I’ll handle it from here on out.”
“I’m counting on you. It was... a fun ride.”
“Right back at you.”
With that, the man brought his nger to the switch. He had lost too
much blood and was on the verge of passing out. He knew he had done his
job. ere was only one thing left to do. With the last of his remaining
strength, he hit the switch. A distant crash could faintly be heard; it grew
louder by the second until it caught up to the man and caused the roof to
crash down. A hail of rubble and steel—that’s the last thing the man saw.