"What I put on it is obviously the Golden Fleece? This catalyst should only summon Medea, right?"
Facing Roland's question, Medea raised her head and said seriously: "But I am Medea. Although my current body is still a girl, my future legend has indeed overlapped with me. To be honest, I’m also very troubled. I obviously just graduated from the master yesterday, but suddenly I got the memory of the future and was given such a bad name.”
She knew what kind of tragedy her character would cause. The memories of her teenage years made her unconsciously long for a relationship that started with a blind date, but the memories of the future warned her that she must never give away her love.
Once you give love, you will most likely get betrayal in the end.
The superposition of dual legends allowed Medea to possess two completely different Noble Phantasms while having experience, but it also created her contradictory psychology.
Unable to trust others, but longing for love, in this kind of mentality, she seems to be quite evasive. She doesn't care about things like the Holy Grail at all, she just wants to take one step at a time.
If the Master can still accept it, let's see what happens next. If the Master can't accept it, she will simply terminate the contract and wait for her magic power to be exhausted before destroying herself.
At this moment, she wraps herself in the legend of the witch, stinging anyone who dares to touch Medea. But if someone can get past these spikes and take the first step toward her, Medea is willing to go again. Try it once.
"It actually turned out like this? How did it happen?"
It's not that Roland doesn't understand the current situation. After all, he has also been involved in the game called FGO. In the singularity of the Sea of Ending, the opponent also appeared in a more immature manner.
What he couldn't understand was how this could happen.
"If you really want to find a reason, it can only be Master yourself,"
Medea paused, and her beautiful face showed an intoxicating smile.
"For modern times, Master, you have a unique sense that is incompatible with you, whether it is magic power, soul, or the sense of abnormality that cannot be observed. It would be better to say that you are destined to only summon abnormal characters."
Roland soon realized that among the abilities given by the Holy Lord, he had overlooked the ability.
"Is he born with a noble personality?"
Roland smiled nonchalantly and said, "Forget it, the results are no different."
Staring at the surprise and joy on Roland's face, Medea only felt a sweet sense of healing filling her empty heart.
Even if the betrayal of the witch is really a possibility in her future, she is still a pure Medea now, so she should be able to choose to love, right?
Even if the future is unpredictable, even if the past is always with her, at this moment, the joy and trust that the man in front of her has for her who is accused of betrayal is real, and this is enough.
"So, Master hates seventeen-year-old Medea?"
Medea pursed her lips, hiding the corners of her mouth that rose in pleasure.
"I……"
Roland simply cannot refuse the beautiful girl who combines the innocence of a girl with the charm of a witch to act coquettishly towards you.
Just when Medea's cold and pure beauty became extremely coquettish because of the scarlet color, the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.
Roland suddenly felt his trousers being pulled hard by a small hand.
Matou Sakura hugged Roland's legs like a koala and looked at him with resentful eyes, showing a very amused expression, as if the hard-working wife had caught her husband who was having fun outside. Same.
Roland subconsciously felt guilty and let go of his hand around Medea's waist, but quickly reacted and touched Sakura Matou's head in a state of laughter and tears.
"Okay, Sakura, today's mission is over, go to bed."
"don't want……"
Although very precocious, Matou Sakura, who is still ignorant of many things, cannot understand Medea's emotions, but she still instinctively senses something is wrong.
"It's okay, Master." Medea showed a generous smile, squatted down slightly, and said to Matou Sakura: "Your name is Sakura, right? From now on, let us get along well."
After speaking, she blinked at Matou Sakura from an angle that Roland couldn't see.
Hum, although her body is still that of a girl, she has memories of the future, and she has already excelled in the practice of being a virtuous wife.
This little girl who hasn’t even fully grown her hair will compete with her again in ten years!
This is indeed a bad woman!
Matou Sakura's mouth pouted angrily, and she took advantage of Medea's departure to crawl into Roland's arms, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
"Sakura, be obedient..."
Naturally, Roland didn't know about the intrigue between the elder and the younger. He just touched Matou Sakura's head tenderly. The previous behavior of the Contracted Holy Lord Time Tong Sakura made him very relieved of his guard against this child. The attitude of tolerance for his experiences has softened a lot.
But soon, Medea, who had been smiling just now, showed an expression of regret.
"sleep together……"
Matou Sakura buried her head in Roland's clothes and said in a low voice.
"What?"
"I want to sleep with Master Roland, but Sakura is afraid of being alone."
"Let's consider today a special case."
Seeing Matou Sakura's clingy look, Roland sighed and still touched her hair lovingly.
"Then I'll take Sakura up to rest first. Speaking of which, Caster's most proud ability is decorating the workshop, so I'll leave it to you tonight."
"Yes, master."
This girl! Obviously I have never done such a thing!
Medea's face suddenly darkened, and she followed Roland silently while verbally agreeing.
"Why are you following me?"
"Because the center of this stronghold is probably the master's room. Using that place as the fulcrum of the barrier will make the effect even better."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, even though I'm just a caster, I still know a little bit about magic."
Medea proudly straightened up her figure, which had begun to take shape. The perfect spherical shape was connected with the slender waist, outlining alluring curves.
Roland glanced at Medea suspiciously. Although his room was not a fulcrum with sufficient magic power, since it was the wisdom of a magician from another world, there must be nothing wrong with it, right?
Roland, who had no intention of doing anything, settled Matou Sakura and sat next to her to accompany her. Although he was still a little unwilling to do so, it was already very late after all and he had experienced a lot today. Lying on the soft bed After making the bed, Matou Sakura smelled the familiar scent of Roland's body, and her tense body quickly relaxed, and after a while, she started talking in her sleep.
Looking at the girl's sleeping face and Roland by her side, Medea felt a warm feeling in her heart. Even her previous unhappiness suddenly disappeared. It wasn't until Roland's eyes came to her again that she panicked. Busily waving the staff in his hand.
"Because the next step is to focus on concealment, Master, I will give priority to setting up the barrier to hide the magic power. Although it is insufficient in scope, the concealment is first-class. Even if it is a heroic spirit, if you step into this stronghold in person, No abnormalities can be detected from the outside world.”
After arriving in a familiar area, Medea immediately regained her rhythm, "And an immature magician like you, Master, can't even know that you are under surveillance by the barrier."
"is that so?"
Roland looked at the intersecting, flowing, and moving invisible lines in the air with confusion, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.
Why does this barrier feel so real to him? It's like you can touch it.
Before his hand could touch the barrier, a pink arm, somewhere between illusion and reality, protruded from his fingertips, took the first step, and prepared to hold the invisible barrier.
——The bomb has been planted.
The touch from his soul prompted him, almost following instinct, Roland pressed his thumb.
The next moment, without any hint of breaking, all the magic threads in the entire barrier disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed at all.
"My barrier is gone! There's not even a hint of being broken or invaded..."
Medea, who was still concentrating on setting up the second, more powerful barrier, suddenly exclaimed and looked at Roland anxiously.
"Master, is there an enemy invasion?"
"No, strictly speaking," Roland also answered in a doubtful voice, calling out his substitute.
"Should this be called a substitute attack?"
