"The Golden Fleece?"
Picking up this special catalyst from the Black Shadow Corps, Roland began to meditate as he felt the gorgeous appearance that seemed to heal the spirit.
When on different masters, the Shadow Corps will also make different projections, and the expressiveness is also very different, but there is no doubt that these loyal servants will follow the master's heart and do not distinguish between good and evil. Do whatever needs to be done.
Among the heroic spirits that Roland knew how to summon stably, Medea was indeed the best choice.
As a magician of the Gods, her strength and understanding of magic will make her the best teacher in magic. Her personality is also very in line with Roland's preferences.
Although he has a bad reputation externally, putting aside those prejudices, the other party is actually very easy to control.
Just choose her, Roland made up his mind, stretched out his arms, restrained his extra thoughts and emotions, and focused on the spell in front of him.
Although the wisdom of the Holy Lord means that he is not ignorant about this, in Xingyue, this link is too easy to go wrong, and he has no choice but to be careless.
Sure enough, as soon as he recited the incantation, Roland felt something awakened in his body.
Strange feelings gushed out from all parts of his body, like an inexhaustible breath, and like an endless river. Roland's shoulders trembled slightly, feeling such a full sense of power.
Matou Sakura, who was standing in a specific position, looked at the summoning array that was activated, and looked at Roland with a confused look on her face, without showing any changes caused by the extraction of magic power.
Although I had guessed it before, I didn't expect that I actually had magic power?
Although the soul has been sublimated, the differences between the worldview systems still exist. The magic power provided by ordinary people in Xingyue mainly relies on the magic circuit of their own small sources. This is something attached to the body. In order to avoid errors, Roland only I continued to take Matou Sakura with me.
Unexpectedly, the action of reciting the incantation this time was like waking up his sleeping body. Shape of power surged out of his body and poured into the magic circle, dyeing the entire room with brilliant light. Sparkling light.
The strong wind rolled up from the summoning array, and the magic power gathered into invisible spirits, forming a miracle connecting the Seat of Heroic Spirits in the center of the array.
The witch, wearing a magician-style robe with half her face buried in the hood, spoke in a clear and cold voice.
"Servent, Caster, I am Medea, are you my summoner?"
She looked about 1.4 to 1.5 meters tall. She was holding a moon-shaped staff in her hand, which was taller than her.
Her figure can be called slim, but she gives off a slender and thin feeling. The whole person is huddled under the mysterious black robe, but you can still see the lavender hair and tusks playfully emerging from the half-covered hood. The beauty of the witch can be seen in the colorful skin.
Although there seems to be a slight difference from what I remember, it seems that nothing is wrong.
"Master? Are you dissatisfied with summoning me?"
Because Roland was silent for a moment, Medea's voice suddenly became cold, and her face under the hood showed no expression.
"That's not the case. I'm very satisfied. Rather, we finally have a normal situation. Let's get along happily in the next Holy Grail War."
Roland was in a very good mood. In this Holy Grail War, he encountered too many changes. Changes in the relationship between masters, changes in strategic goals, and various factors added up. Two teams were missing before the war even started. Original combination.
Although Roland, as the instigator, did not want to find fault with anything, for the sake of his goal, he still wanted to take all situations into his own hands.
A fun-loving person who likes to cause trouble is really not compatible with him, but Medea is more reliable.
"Yeah?"
Medea didn't pay too much attention to her master's praise, but looked at Matou Sakura aside.
After noticing Medea's cold gaze, the young girl ran gently behind Roland, hugged his thigh, and then cautiously stuck her head out and looked at Medea.
Seeing this scene, Medea glanced at the modified summoning array on the ground again, and asked in a pure and transparent voice without any emotion.
"This child is just an immature apprentice. Master, why did you bring her here?"
"Of course it serves as a magic battery."
Roland answered without hesitation.
Such a confident answer made Medea pause for a moment and asked in confusion.
"Why? Even from the perspective of the Gods, the true ether flowing in the Master's body is a miracle, both in quality and quantity. In this era when the great source begins to fade, shouldn't you be the living mystery?"
Although she still had some uneasiness in her heart, Medea still wanted to admire the Master's impeccable conditions.
The essence of magic is vitality. Magicians can extract magic from the large sources in the outside world and the small sources in the heart. For Medea, who lives in the age of the gods, this change of the times is also her biggest obstacle to overpowering modern magic. Confidence.
The true ether that still exists in the environment she lives in is considered poison to modern magicians, but the Master in front of her is filled with terrifying true ether.
But the other party's vitality shows no sign of being refined, as if these true ethers were created out of thin air from an unobservable realm.
In such a situation, even in the age of the gods, he would be a hero... No, he should be described as a god.
"I see..."
Seeing that Roland seemed to be lost in thought again, Medea stared at the Master in front of her with purple pain: "In terms of efficiency alone, there is no need to use such a child as a battery, even if the Master is rare. By using my own magic power and building a workshop, I can also obtain more efficient magic batteries from the source."
"?"
Roland was stunned for a moment by these words of implied pleading, and the corner of his mouth twitched, realizing that his image in Medea's mind seemed to be at the level of an unscrupulous magician.
"Then it's as you wish,"
After possessing the magic power, Roland, who had no intention of using Sakura, nodded readily, but Medea's next words made Roland freeze.
"Really? Then it seems I don't have to break this contract."
Is this witch such a frank person?
"Don't you have any wishes you want to come true?"
"No," Medea responded in an indifferent tone: "This is just a boring and tasteless world. It is no different from the past. If the Master gives me a reason to terminate the contract, I will breathe a sigh of relief. .”
Roland's expression became stiffer and stiffer, and the deviation from his impression was getting bigger and bigger. Could he really be that witch with such a despairing look? She has just been summoned and hasn't encountered anything yet, right?
In an instant, Roland's eyes released a sharp gaze, and his deep pupils were gradually filled with scarlet.
"Medea, take out your Noble Phantasm."
The witch obediently took out the gorgeous, lightning-shaped dagger. Although it was only rated C-level among the Noble Phantasms, in terms of functionality, many A-level Noble Phantasms were far inferior to it.
The talisman for breaking all precepts is also there, so there should be no problem?
"How do you feel when you see this noble phantom that symbolizes betrayal? Master?"
Medea had no fear and said as if she had given up on herself: "No wonder you are uneasy. After all, in front of it, the contract and status between master and slave can easily be reversed at any time. If you are not careful, you may be The traitorous witch has rebelled against the army. Do you want to terminate our contract? Or should you use the command spell to demand it from me now?"
"Don't hesitate, Master, you are just one of countless betrayers."
"I'm not a very good talker and I'm not good at dealing with women,"
Seeing that Medea seemed to have broken her guard, Roland raised his hand.
"Originally, I could boast of being honest and trustworthy, but now this is in doubt, so it's faster to express it through actions."
For Roland's future plans, Medea is necessary, and the ability to transform in the Holy Grail system is not common in casters.
To do this, a good trusting relationship with her must be established.
"By command spell—Medea, when you feel that I have betrayed you, use the Noble Phantasm to dissolve the contract between us."
Medea, who had already lowered her hands, not even bothering to resist, and was about to return, fell into a long silence as if she was shocked by such an order.
After a while, she said in a cold tone.
"Are you crazy? I'm a caster. I don't have magic power. I have no resistance to such a specific command spell. Even if it's just an unintentional thought, I will be controlled by this mandatory order."
"It doesn't matter. What I want to pursue is eternal peace of mind. This is the same for those around me. If you stay by my side and still feel uneasy, then neither of us will be able to achieve happiness."
"Do you want to hand over the initiative in this area to your servants? Am I the treacherous witch? Sometimes I don't even know what I will do under the guidance of my emotions..."
What was Medea still trying to argue about? It was different from before. Their positions seemed to be reversed, but Roland ended Medea's words with just one sentence.
"It's okay, Medea, I believe you."
"...Phew," Medea lowered her head slightly, with an imperceptible arc at the corner of her mouth. Was it because she was proud of being believed by her Master, or was she happy because she met someone who understood?
She stood up and walked towards Roland with a sweet smell.
"Then, immature Master, let us live in harmony before the inevitable victory comes, right?"
Roland looked at Medea in confusion, and suddenly felt a fragrant breath accompanied by a figure, who threw herself into his arms, and felt a cold feeling on his neck.
A pair of slender arms hugged him.
Medea slowly slid down her arms, and Roland felt that she rubbed his lower abdomen intentionally.
In the process, Medea's hood also naturally slipped down.
Different from Roland's impression, Medea in his arms, although beautiful, did not look mature. Instead, she had a noble and pure temperament, just like a princess, but her pupils were inside, but with a coquettish feeling.
It's really strange that the two contradictory temperaments of coquettishness and innocence are united in the girl's body.
There is obviously a legendary treasure called the Talisman of All Laws Breaking the Precepts? And the performance also has the feeling of the witch period, how could it be?
Roland subconsciously held Medea's waist and looked at the girl in front of him, unable to hide the surprise on his face.
"Medea...lily?"
