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The young man recalled the words that made him feel nostalgic.
"You, you, listen carefully to me, son of my countrymen."
"What you should eliminate are the people who are plundering our place."
"Your parents were also taken away by people from outside."
"Your fathers were killed by dirty invaders from the outside."
"Your mother was also kidnapped by a terrible demon from outside."
"So you, go and destroy them, destroy those predators."
"So you are going to fight to get your mother back and let her return to our hands."
The young man had no feeling of nostalgia for the sound he recalled next, and he was unable to ask the owner of the sound.
"Oh, you are not moved even after seeing this of mine, you are quite brave!
"No...it turns out your heart is so empty.
"Then let me tell you the good news.
"Those magic users who have been calling you 'you' all day long are all dead."
Two "voices" replayed in my mind. When the young man thought of those two moments, his mood was the same - neither anger nor sadness. He took the literal meaning and only said "Really?" in his mind.
The young man thought this reaction was normal, but after hearing the last sentence, he, who was still young at the time, realized something.
"Ah, one more thing, your mother... died in that country called Japan a long time ago."
Even after hearing these slightly sarcastic words, the young man didn't feel anything. He wondered if he was a little abnormal compared to his compatriots who cried loudly after hearing the same words.
——Why do I think of these things?
The young man walked alone in the swamp at night.
He wears military goggles and is equipped with several weapons and magic costumes, but his aura is slightly different from that of soldiers and magicians.
——Ah...right.
The young man walked on the marching road without comrades and enemies.
He took off his left glove, and a strange tattoo appeared on the back of his hand, condensing powerful magic power.
That was the Command Seal, proving that the young man was the Master participating in the Holy Grail War. The young man looked at the command spell and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
——The person who gave birth to me died because of the "Holy Grail War"...
In the original Holy Grail War, mages with Command Seals were selected by the Holy Grail.
The Holy Grail will give priority to people from the three major families of Einzbern, Magiri and Tohsaka, and Snowfield's Holy Grail is also programmed into such an unfair system.
Part of the command spells were used to summon heroic spirits as sacrifices, two of which had been assigned to the chief of the police station and the magician of the Minqiu family. The other seven command spells used to summon real heroic spirits have all fallen into the hands of the "mastermind behind" this Holy Grail War.
The young man stared at the command spell without saying a word.
There was no confusion, no anger, no joy, and no trace of other emotions in his eyes.
The young man put his gloves back on and continued walking on the lonely road.
He is Σ(Sigma).
It's not a name, just a symbol.
It does not contain any wishes, it is just a Greek letter assigned to identify twenty-four "similar individuals".
But most of those "similar individuals" are no longer there, and now they even lose the meaning of identification.
Sigma believes that he is now a mercenary with a little magic, working indifferently every day under the employer who pulled him into "this world".
The mission Sigma received this time was a little different from the previous one.
He wants to participate in a "Holy Grail War" that is very different from ordinary wars in form.
That's all.
Just summon the heroic spirit
, just join the war.
There is no need to support others, nor to actively kill enemies.
"After summoning the heroic spirit, you will be free. You can run away, or...come and kill me. It feels quite interesting! Isn't this the so-called revolution? It's the same as what happened in your country!"
Thinking of his employer's joking words, Sigma asked himself: Is it really the same? Can the demise of that country and my betrayal of her be regarded as the same?
He took his employer's joke seriously and thought for a moment while marching, but in the end he still didn't come up with an answer.
——Holy Grail...
——If I ask that strange thing, will it tell me?
Just when Sigma was thinking about this kind of problem that neither magicians nor ordinary people would seriously think about, he arrived at his destination.
It was a bungalow built in a swamp. It looked like an abandoned house at first glance.
"The props for the ritual have been prepared, all you have to do is summon them! The excess catalysts have also been disposed of! Ah, you don't have to report to me what was summoned, because it would be more interesting to know afterward!"
Although this was the order from his employer, Faldius said, "Remember to tell me individually what heroic spirit you summoned." Sigma felt that although Faldius was not his direct employer, since his employer Francesca did not ask for confidentiality, she could tell Faldius.
The summoned heroic spirit belongs to the magician for the time being. But what kind of person the summoned heroic spirit is, who he belonged to before, and what happened to that person, Sigma is not very interested in these.
Sigma still doesn't know.
The heroic spirit summoned from the underground of this house is completely opposite to him who does not believe in gods and Buddhas.
That is difficult to explain with heroes or gods and demons - an extremely abnormal "phenomenon".
At dawn on the day of war, all the pieces of the twisted battlefield of Snowfield are about to come together. But no one could imagine what kind of picture these fragments would eventually form.
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This is the story of a fugitive.
The woman dared not face the crime she had committed and escape "punishment."琇书蛧
She had neither hope nor goal. She couldn't even see the way forward, but she couldn't stop her escape.
Although the fleeing woman knew that her only fate was destruction, she still held onto something as a life-saving straw.
In the city called Fuyuki, there is a collective housing called "Chancai Apartment".
There is everything there, and it is also the end of the world for "her".
But now, the memory of that apartment has no meaning.
In the process of constant escaping, all the excess past peels off and falls into the abyss of meaninglessness.
Now "she" only has guilt and fear of punishment, and "that thing" - the girl in the red hood who is still staring at her.
Is that something real, or is it an illusion caused by guilt? She doesn't know. But she thought that since she could see it, it made no difference whatever it was.
She also went to the Fuyuki Church on the hillside for help.
Although she can’t remember the details—but the priest she met there seemed to have said something to her.
The reason why I say "seems" is because the memory before and after is too vague.
"--,Yes--"
"I didn't expect—to deal with—"
She also felt strange, but whenever she thought deeply, her head would hurt.
"at last,--"
Although she couldn't remember it, there was a sense of fear accompanied by the advice "Don't approach that church again", which was mysteriously engraved in her instincts, like a wild animal afraid of fire.
After she escaped from Fuyuki, she wandered aimlessly for countless years.
She could always detect the aura of "Little Red Riding Hood" in the darkness behind her, the pitch-black night, and the shadows under the street lights.
What should I do?
She couldn't bear the torture and wandered around like a living dead.
In the end, she returned to Fuyuki as if she was attracted by something.
She heard that the priest had changed, but she still couldn't find the courage to go to the "church". But she couldn't just go back to Chancai Apartment where her home was, so she could only continue to wander the streets like a corpse.
Then, while constantly searching for her destination, she heard a rumor about a "house in the forest."
When she learned that the bungalow was still haunted, she naturally set out to find out. She thought that if the rumors were true and the bungalow was really haunted, then she would have to take a look with her own eyes to confirm whether the "Little Red Riding Hood" and "those ghosts" that had been lurking in the darkness around her were the same thing.
For such a far-fetched reason, she might be looking for a burial place.
In fact, before that, she had heard that a temple on a certain mountain was haunted. But when she went to take a look, there were only precious fish jumping wildly in the pond, so she didn't expect much from the rumors this time.
Even though she didn't have any expectations, she still decided to go to the forest because she thought it was better than wandering in the streets.
At least "Little Red Riding Hood" won't appear in the forest.
While obeying the rules she found while escaping, she walked in the woods, as if she had entered a witch's forest in a fairy tale. As she walked, a huge bungalow that was incompatible with this place appeared in front of her.
How strange that such a huge bungalow could be built without anyone noticing. Before she had time to have such an idea, she was shocked by the majesty of the bungalow.
This bungalow can be called a castle. Just looking at it from a distance, the woman who was a fugitive didn't want to go in at all.
She was afraid, afraid of the simple elevator installed in this huge mansion.
"Little Red Riding Hood will appear in the elevator" - this is also one of the rules, and the reason is obvious without even thinking about it.
She walked around the castle warily, and gradually realized that something had changed in her heart.
what happened?
How strange, how to describe it...
The heart is very quiet.
Although she didn't know why, she felt a sense of security that she had not experienced in the past few years from this forest city, so she came back several times.
She didn't step into the city, she just immersed her body and mind in the scenery.
A few months later.
She came to the castle as usual, but heard the sound of two women arguing.
She was surprised to learn that someone was in the city, but she didn't think it was that weird.
Just look at the flowers in the courtyard and you will know that this place is taken care of.
She was curious about what kind of characters were related to this castle, so she hid in the shade of the trees and quietly approached the direction of the sound.
Two women were standing in the courtyard.
You can tell at a glance that they are twin sisters.
The silver hair is like a waterfall, and the fair skin is reminiscent of the vast snowfield. Coupled with the red eyes that can catch people's attention even from a distance, their features are too similar.
The two women appeared to have gotten into an altercation. It seemed that one party was saying something in a lecturing tone, while the other party was in a state of rage.
"Those things make no sense at all. Filia, what on earth are you thinking..."
"That's enough! I'm not begging you... I'll do it alone!"
Who are they two? Is this castle really the villa of a foreign rich man or someone else? Are they the owner of the city?
The fugitive continued to observe the two "white women" while thinking.
But she also felt that the temperament of "white women" was a little different from that of foreigners.
It's more like something out of a fairy tale.
The fugitive was immersed in almost delusional speculation, completely unaware that his aura was not hidden at all.
"Even if you give up Einzbern's
Name, I also——" The emotional woman said this, suddenly stopped and shouted, "Who is it?"
The woman turned her head and revealed a very beautiful face.
The escapee only remembered this one thing - the memory after meeting the eyes of the "white woman" became very blurry just like when she visited the church.
I'm afraid he was hinted by some kind of magic spell.
The reason why she knew about the existence of "magic suggestion" was that the "white woman" instilled it into her afterwards.
"Are you still?"
Unlike the Church, she is not afraid of castles and "white women."
"Isn't this a coincidence? I didn't expect——"
"I didn't expect that there would be something like this... No, that's not important."
However, once she wanted to recall what happened at that time in detail, she would also feel a crushing pain deep in her brain.
She thought: Sure enough, I was under a magic trick like suggestion... Maybe the priest did the same thing to me in the church.
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The "thing" with the priest.
Whenever she tried to remember what it was, her head ached and her memory blurred.
The woman and the priest in the castle.
She was just a fugitive, and she was led to this situation. It was all the fault of those two people. Although she was very clear about it, she could never remember what they said to her when she met them.
Black and white blurry memories swirled in her mind like a whirlpool.
However, she remembered what the priest said to the "things" around her.
"I'm interested in the end of this. You've done the same thing to me before, right?"
She also clearly remembered what the "white woman" said to her when she was in the castle.
"You have no right to choose your own end. Let me give you the meaning of life."
The word "end" imprinted in the languages of the priest and the "white woman" has become a curse. Soon after, the fugitives, as the "white woman" said, drifted away from Japan.
A fugitive woman, Ayaka Sajo, is involved in the "Magic War" taking place in the United States. Today, she still wanders around in search of answers.
What can I do so that my sins can be forgiven?
What on earth...should I do in this city?
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Snowfield LiveHouse.
An old building located in the city center has a space that cannot be called spacious underground.
A stage was set up inside for performances, and a pastoral-like melody came from the stage. When music comes out of an electric guitar amplifier, the melody and timbre may initially seem out of place. But as the tempo slowly increases, unique tones are added, and eventually it changes into electric guitar music that blends in with the atmosphere of the room.
It's as if the player is playing the guitar and changing the melody according to the tone.
After playing the last note, the man playing the music asked: "That's about it...how do you think?"
The man was holding an electric guitar, which didn't even look appropriate for the madrigal-style music he was playing at the beginning. He was wearing luxurious armor, and his blond hair mixed with a few strands of red hair swayed slightly under the air-conditioned wind.
Upon hearing the swordsman's question, the men and women around them all opened their eyes and started shouting.
"Wow...this is amazing! Are you really a beginner?"
"Awesome...so handsome. I thought you were a popular comedian!"
The noisy men and women either wore mohawks or colorful exaggerated hairstyles. They wore eccentric clothing, earrings, and some had tattoos all over their bodies.
Although this group of people seems to be the spokesperson for the term "thorny body", they all have friendly smiles on their faces, praising the man who is, in a sense, the most unworldly dressed.
"I really want to say, who would believe that this is your first time playing guitar! But it's weird, I don't think you are lying..."
"I don't want to say such cheesy words, but the performance you just performed was already at a premium level!"
Hearing this, the swordsman shook his head happily and shyly, and replied: "No, compared with you professionals, I'm still far behind. This is my first time to come into contact with electric guitar, but I have learned similar ones before. String instruments."
"No! That's already great! By the way, what song did you play just now? I've never heard it before."
Hearing a man with a mohawk haircut ask about the music, the swordsman immediately smiled and replied with nostalgia for the past: "Ah... I tried to mess up things before and got caught, and then for a moment I made a song when I got up. It was the same song I performed just now, but I just played the tempo a little faster."
"You actually know how to compose music! By the way, are you out of prison?"
"Are you that person? You're the one who was arrested just now and gave a speech on TV!"
When the swordsman saw a woman dressed in punk style recognizing him, he nodded a little sheepishly and said, "You guys saw it. However, the few words I said can't be considered a speech..."
"What? Did you escape from prison? That's so cool!"
"Didn't something like that happen at the police station? I just took advantage of the chaos to escape. I don't know if this is considered a prison break."
The swordsman shrugged and replied kindly.
The young people around him yelled even more excitedly.
"Oh, that's awesome! What happened to that explosion?"
"I heard that the hotel is also very miserable, right?"
"Speaking of which, it seems that a guy appeared in the casino just now and won a lot of money. It's unbelievable——"
A figure leaned against a corner of the stage, quietly listening to the young man's conversation.
Ayaka Sajo, who was supposed to be a lonely "fugitive", shook his head fiercely and groaned in his heart: Is this the end of me?
At the end of the escape, I came to a LiveHouse. Surrounded by a group of young people dressed in punk style, they were absolutely impossible to make friends with in Fuyuki. And there’s this nosy heroic spirit who unceremoniously intrudes into other people’s realms.
"Hey, I thought of a new song. Can I play it for you? But I'm a little embarrassed to do it to professional performers."
"Oh, play, play. We are also looking forward to what kind of music we will hear."
"Thank you! Please listen carefully, Ayaka. I'd like to hear your thoughts on the music later."
The swordsman said, playing the electric guitar again.
Ayaka glared at him and sighed remorsefully, as if to deny that she was slightly moved by the melody played by the swordsman. .Ь.
What on earth am I doing?
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Somewhere in Snowfield on the eve of the war.
There is a small industrial park on the outskirts of Snowfield.
At the end of the park, a huge factory surrounds an inconspicuous meat processing plant like a wall.
Perhaps because the livestock industry is not prosperous nearby, and the processing plant does not even operate during certain periods, few even residents of the city know of its existence.
But just underground of this processing plant, there is an unregistered side. Compared with the factories on the ground, the underground space is much wider, and there are several layers of barriers laid inside. Located in it is a magic workshop.
At first glance, this meatpacking plant seems to have no connection with the surrounding factories. But as long as you check the operators, you will find that they actually belong to the same organization.
That is the "Scradio Family"——
A mafia organization whose leader is Galvaroso Scladio, who is famous in the underworld for his cunning methods. Although they are the Mafia, strictly speaking, they are not the same in form as the Mafia organizations that originated in Sicily.
Galvaroso Scladio did have some blood relationship with the Sicilian mafia, but he chose to join forces with or absorb many organizations of various forms, developing the Scladio family into a family with borders, blood ties, and ideas. Irrelevant "Facelessob".
The strange name of Galvaroso is actually a pseudonym. One theory is that this pseudonym is a combination of his real name and the nickname of Holy Roman Emperor Frederick I - "Red Beard (Barbarossa)".
Later, Galvaroso would penetrate deeply into the American underworld.
He once threatened to restore the Holy Roman Empire to America. In fact, he did have as much power and financial resources as the emperor. Regarding this, criminal history experts, the FBI and current affairs commentators on TV have various speculations, but not many people know the real reason.
That is, he has provided shelter to countless "magicians" in many places at home and abroad.
People who failed to compete with other families for territory;
People who pursue a higher level of magic, but their financial resources cannot keep up and they go bankrupt;
People who were driven out by locals as heretics;
A person who is widely regarded as a criminal and kicked out of real society, and is also kept at a distance in the magic world;
Or maybe it’s someone who comes to your door—
Galvaroso became a patron of magicians with various difficulties and always supported their activities.
Not only money, but sometimes he will also provide them with land and use "the power of the normal world" to eradicate the magicians who originally lived there.
Powerful magicians generally do not take power and violence seriously. But if it were thugs with knowledge of suggestion and charm, few magicians could handle attacks, snipers, or summons from the court.
Even if it is a famous master of the Clock Tower or a magician who is famous in a certain field. Unless you are a first-class esper who can solve problems with the power of magic seals alone, you must wear a special protective attire to block the sudden bullets.
Without protective clothing, even a magician might be killed by football hooligans or road thieves.
Normally, the Clock Tower and the Church should regard the Scladio family's matter as a major problem and resolve it as a priority - but when this matter came up, the Scladio family had already gained a certain degree of support. "The power of the magical world".
Would these shady magicians really unite to protect a criminal organization?
Many people are skeptical. But the reality is that the magicians protected by the Scladio family do everything they can to protect their patrons.
The biggest reason is that Galvaroso has not the slightest interest in the "results" created by magicians in magic. He would not plunder the achievements of magicians, nor would he insist on asking about the contents of their research if the magicians were unwilling.
The magicians made demands, and the Scladio family went out of their way to fulfill them.
Many magicians have become accustomed to this one-sided relationship. They worry that if the current environment is lost, the road to the "origin" will also be closed.
There are only a few magicians who are grateful to the Scladio family. More people took the initiative to protect the Scladio family out of reasonable considerations as magicians.
All this has enabled the Scladio family to achieve unparalleled rapid development in the underworld.
Several organizations know about the existence of "Magician" and try to attack them from this aspect. But most people just want to control the magicians with brute force, so they are taken advantage of by the magicians' elementary suggestions, or they gradually die.
In the end, the Scladio family colluded with some people in the government and gained the power to intervene in Snowfield's "plan".
This power is enough to send a magician into the false "Holy Grail War" as a candidate master.
Tonight - the door of the meat processing plant opened, and several villains walked into the air-conditioned factory.
The villains who were already in the factory were wearing the same attire.
Bow your head and salute the villains who come in from outside.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"How is Mr. Cotilio doing?"
"He has been released from the correction center, but he has not returned here yet..." A villain who looked like a gangster answered in a cold sweat.
One of the villains who came in from outside frowned and asked, "Didn't you go pick him up?"
"Fardius has confessed that it is inconvenient for members of the Scladio family to go to the Correctional Center... Even the news of Mr. Cotilio's departure from the Correctional Center was only informed after the fact..."
"Tsk...he is just a government lackey..."
"I'm sorry, but the young people in the group are looking for Mr. Cotilio now——"
At this moment, a harsh breaking sound interrupted the conversation between the two parties.
The villains immediately looked at the place where the sound came from - the skylight of the processing plant. Broken glass was seen flying in the air, and a man holding a block in each hand fell from the sky shining brightly.
"What……"
There are two people in the man's hands. They were pulled down from the sky by the man and slammed to the concrete floor.
"Crack..."
The two men seemed to be still breathing, and they vomited blood from their mouths.
Blood splattered on the man's face, but he didn't care at all and slowly stood up.
Even though the man jumped down from the skylight, he acted as if nothing had happened and looked expressionless.
The moonlight shines through the broken skylight, illuminating the man's face.
At this moment, the villains in the factory couldn't help but shudder, because they were suffocated by the man's darkly shining eyes.
In the dimly lit processing plant, the man wore black gloves and exuded a majesty that no one could resist.
However, his eyes lacked "human emotion". His eyes were more like those of a raptor or a carnivore, not only aiming at prey, but also capable of freezing a person's heart with just one look.
"Occasionally there will be ruthless killing machines among killers, but they don't have this look in their eyes. If the only emotion the machine has is the intention to kill, then it can show this look." - The leader of the Scladio family Galvaroso once said this, and the man's gaze was as sharp as described.
From the appearance, the man is about thirty or forty years old. Although he has regular features, his sharp eyes like a monster can firmly grasp people's souls.
But what the villains fear is not the gaze of men.
Because they knew that this man was actually a terrifying person, far more terrifying than his sharp eyes.
"Co...Mr. Cotilio!"
When he heard someone calling him, the man didn't look at the people around him. Instead, he put his hand into his arms and took out an item.
After seeing what it was, the two people lying on the ground were stunned.
"No……"
They seemed to want to say something, but couldn't finish it——
Accompanied by the sound of "Puff, Puff", the pistol equipped with a silencer fired several bullets, killing the two people who fell on the ground.
Even after confirming that the two bodies would no longer move, the man still did not relax his vigilance, holding the pistol tightly and looking down at the ground.
"Mr. Cotilio, who are they?" a villain who had been in the processing plant asked in a cold sweat.
Hearing this, the man named Cotilio continued to stare at the ground and uttered a low voice that sounded like it came from the bottom of hell: "...fly."
"fly?"
"Someone leaked the smell of meat, and these flies with a keen sense of smell came to the door."
The man's explanation made the villains in the factory look at each other in surprise.
"Are they spies of other magicians? Are they here for Mr. Cotilio's command spell?"
"Clean up this place."
"Obey?? Obey!"
The villains seemed to be the men's men, and they quickly began to take action to deal with the corpses and blood stains on the ground.
The man added to them calmly: "There are also people outside. However, I have set up a barrier to hide them from others."
"Huh? Are there actually so many?"
The villains then realized that they were surrounded by enemy magicians but did not notice it at all. They couldn't help but feel afraid that they had failed in their work.
Then, the man whispered back: "There are thirty-six."
"three……"
The man continued to face the gaping villain: "There are six here and thirty outside. Deal with it quickly."
"It is……"
There are only two bodies here.
"Is it... up there?"
The villains thought to themselves, are there four corpses on the roof? Just as they were thinking about how to pull the corpses down——
There were a few more "Puff, Puff" sounds.
While everyone was looking up, the man opened fire again, using his pistol to make a hole in each of the four villains' heads.
They were the bad guys who entered the processing plant before the men. The other villains froze in place for no apparent reason and asked: "Mr. Co... Mr. Cotilio, why?"
"It doesn't matter if you underestimate me."
"ah?"
"But this processing plant is owned by the Scladio family. Trying to enter this sacred place with such a poor disguise is a great insult to Mr. Scladio, and he is not even qualified to be arrested."
In the blink of an eye, the faces of the four corpses were distorted and turned into completely different faces.
They are probably enemy magicians disguised as companions.
Are the real companions still alive now or have they been dealt with long ago? The villains don't even have time to think about this question.
Because after the man eliminated more than thirty magicians in a short period of time, he ordered the villains without changing his expression: "After processing the meat, go to the ground.
"I received the catalyst and summoned the heroic spirit immediately."
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Snowfield, somewhere dark.
"Bazdilot Cotilio, his external identity is the general manager of the Industrial Waste Disposal Co., Ltd., but his true identity is a key member of the Scladio family."
Just as Faldius Dioran narrowed his eyes and read the information, the girl beside him - Francesca interjected: "The most correct identity is the killing magic of the poisonous shark named 'Scradio' Master, Bazdilot... That's right! Everything is not necessarily a negative or a positive, but something completely different. That's why this world is interesting!"
"That will only make things more troublesome. Also, what are those two names? 'Poisonous Shark' and 'Killing Magician' are not in the information."
"Of course it's not here. I just took it."
"All right."
Faldius glanced at Francesca from the corner of his eye and saw her sitting on the sofa swinging her legs happily. He turned to the information at hand and continued: "So far, suspicion and Bazdiello There were more than 125 murder cases related to him, but there was insufficient evidence in each case. In the end, he was arrested and sent to prison for various minor crimes. But the first prison he entered, he disappeared within half a year. There were three guards and twenty-six prisoners. It seems that the Scladio family also extended their hands into the prison... Fortunately, they were able to clean up the matter."
"That's because he found someone who can clean up, so he cleaned up so well, right? For Scladio, he has always attached great importance to the concealment of magic. Maybe in turn, he used the bad reviews of violent gangs to hide his identity The magician side."
"My experience in magic is quite cruel... His family seems to be very obsessed with specializing the 'control system.' The focus of control is not others but oneself... This kind of magic is different from strengthening the body, but the specifics The situation is unknown. He is also proficient in the Eastern spells that the Clock Tower despises."
Faldius narrowed his eyes tiredly while continuing to flip through the information.
"The outside world suspected that he was related to many murders of magicians, and the Legal Affairs Department of the Clock Tower focused on him...Due to a certain incident, he had a conflict with Schopenheim Abbey...During the dispute, he obtained Scladio The protection of the family."
Francesca chuckled and said: "Ah, Schopenheim... It seems that the whereabouts of the next abbot happened to be unknown at that time, and the entire monastery was in chaos, otherwise even Scladio would not be able to protect it. Him."
Faldius complained: "Miss Francesca, I am also opposed to your decision now - let this man with many enemies leave the correction center and participate in the Holy Grail War. Maybe the Clock Tower Faction will ignore it. We have past suspicions and teamed up with him to deal with us. Even if this is still within our expectations, hidden arrows may come from directions we can't see."
"That being said, are there other people similar to him? Sigma, who entered the country illegally, and Doris, the youngest daughter of the Lusandra family, who is the pinnacle of enhanced magic, uses orthodox control magic and projection magic to do things on Wall Street. Kasura who got into a lot of trouble, Harley, the heretic who practices black magic (itchcraft), and Faldius who betrayed the Clock Tower! Well, they are all basically troublemakers, right?”
"I am still confident that I can manage the people you mentioned, but you and Bazdilot Cotilio are another matter." At this point, Faldius narrowed his eyes again. He raised his eyes and protested very politely to Francesca, "Is it really okay to give that thing to that man?"
Hearing this, the girl wearing a Gothic Lolita dress grinned: "No problem, no problem. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Maybe even I can't handle it, so that's good."
"We don't want to cooperate with your hedonism. Whether it's you or Bazdilot, we will force you to leave the stage if necessary."
"Wow, that's scary. Are you going to kill me with a sniper rifle? No, if you want to succeed, you should use a bomb, right?"
In response to Faldius's indifferent remarks, which did not seem like a joke at all, Francis laughed as if he had heard a joke. Understanding that the other party was not simply threatening, her cheeks flushed with a little excitement.
"But, that's pretty good. For me, treating you as my opponent in the game is also an option. I don't have any patriotism, and besides, I'm not an American at all."
Faldius felt that this did not sound like a joke at all. He let the magic flow through his body while observing Francesca's movements.
Francesca saw through Faldius' alertness and rolled on the sofa deliberately and unpreparedly.
"I heard that the Alliance of Gods (ElderTitle) almost destroyed a country when they fought with the last golden wolf. So, if you want to play it, you have to play it bigger like this Holy Grail War! Ah, when I think of this, I can't help but get excited Get up! The showdown between the United States of America and the beautiful magician! How awesome!"
"There's nothing great about it. Please don't be fooled into thinking that you can defeat my country on your own. In fact, I heard that you were wiped out by the Agency twice."
"Ah, well! I was wiped out, I was wiped out! It hurts a lot. Sure enough, there is strength in numbers, it's really scary." Francesca said nonchalantly about her being wiped out by the country.
"I can't understand whether it's a government that joins forces with you again decades later, or you cooperate with a government that wants to eradicate itself."
"This means that your boss recognizes my strength, and I don't care about those details, it's that simple. As for the body's destruction, I have become accustomed to it."
"Although I know your way of existence, you will say such a thing, it really makes me incredible."
"For me, there is no good despair to be destroyed by the flesh. Speaking of which, there is only one person who has killed me in a real sense. Although there are several people who have killed my body, they can make me" defeat. Probably you can count. "
Franciska looked up at the void as like the past
, Squeak the teeth.
"I think about it, the first is the Saint -Germain of Ji Xiuya, the hedonist, and the fairy tale witch who has lived for a long time ... Ah, now it should be called" Live for a long time, right? The teacher who will use very old dialects (Godoord) talks about the teacher, and the masters who teach me magic ?? "
Faldius, who is proficient in all aspects of the Magic World, heard these names and words, couldn't help but come up with the idea of "what is she joking." But he was extremely familiar with the fame jumping out of Franciskkou.
"Ah, right! And that child! Scarred (Scarred)!"
"If you shout like this in front of her, it will be killed by her."
The female magician is not only much higher than the genius dolls of Fardius and Lanagal, but also one of the strongest magicians of the Clock Tower. However, this special reputation contains insults and awe -the magician of the clock tower has a certain reputation, and it is an absolute taboo.琇书蛧
The female magician reached the final crown position- "Grand" and was awarded the title of "color" by the clock tower. But she did not get the title "Blue", and she didn't even get the "red" of the three original colors. She only got the color that is similar to the red.
Therefore, the female magician hates this ironic fame. It is said that the people who dared to call her in front of her were all killed by her, without exception.
Fardius is very clear that it is not simply legend, but the fact that fake packet changes.
——Bu, Miss Franciska still dares to say in front of myself ...
Francisca seemed to guess Fardius's thoughts, giggling and said with a smile:
"Well, as you think, I am no exception. I called so in front of her and was killed many times!"
After laughing, Francisca rolled his cheeks and appeared a little unhappy.
"Oh, I was really miserable at the time! That guy, it's really annoying and insidious. After destroying my workshop, I also snatched the magic appliances in the phase. If I killed her in turn, I will start buried. In her body, she could be resurrected without any face. After she was killed about thirty times, she asked the woman's family to help me mediate ... "
Probably Franciska had any holidays with the "family". She sighed and shook her head and said, "As a result, she finally killed me again, threatening to say" Don't let me see your crooked door evil way. Magic circuit! So I have this body now. "
After speaking, Franciska hung up again, and asked "how", showing her soft body while inciting.
Fardius did not even frown, and directly threw out his questions: "Did you get this body three years ago? When the high -level proposal to hire her, the reason why you resolutely oppose is because of this? ?」
"There are also reasons in this regard ... Anyway, the child will refuse? She never does something she is not interested in. The whole family is the kind of person who puts interest in the first place, and even money does not put money in the eyes. . Ah, but if I send her a commission and ask her if I can be a puppet suitable for the hero, so that the hero has the flesh, maybe she will help me. "
The things between these magicians are not directly related to the Holy Grail War.
Franciska converged from the smile on his face and said, "Although I am not suitable for saying this, the puppet of the painful sister can perfectly copy the memory, and even makes people wonder if even the soul is one. And copy. "
"this……"
What Fardius wanted to say and frowned and swallowed back.
Franciska said that he said something that he wanted to speak and stopped: "Maybe the child may have reached the third magic? If so, what we are doing will become a farce! Ahhaha haha This is also very happy! "
Seeing the girl laughed again, Fardius just twisted his brows
It was tighter, and sighed: "Nothing to be happy, this is not only the loss of the country, but also the loss of the magic world."
"Don't be tight. Soon after, the third magic is not magic. And, ah, 'Dowry the third magic into magic ... should you forget that this is your ultimate purpose?"
"Our? Isn't it yours?"
"That's just my goal, just pass the stand. When the development of the planet develops and develops several stages, it can be reproduced. The same is true for the Holy Grail War, so I will hold as much Holy Grail War as much as possible. Its mode. "
Francisca answered so much with a gentle kiss.
Fardius widened his eyes and said, "I think your purpose is to be the user of the third magic."
Francisca smiled back and said "I didn't expect it", then straightened his legs on the sofa and jumped down.
"Hey ?? Regardless of my sister, I can't do it with my qualifications. Even if I don't say this ... I am a magician, even if it becomes a magic now, it is not interesting?"
"Who said that others were 'hedonists' are the kind of people who put their interest in the first place? This is not like what you said."
"I didn't say that I was different from them. No, I was more cute than those two."
Seeing Fardius's appearance that was no longer able to say anything, Franciska threw away the innocent face of the previous innocence, revealing the old -fashioned smiley smile, and said, "I can be able to focus on people's body. The current magic is okay, but the magic that defines the boundaries of human beings should not exist. I always think so, and I also believe that the stupidity of the stupidity of the wall is the essence of human beings. "
After speaking, she closed her eyes quietly.
Just like what the "festival" that is about to begin will go.
"Whether its roots are bottomless goodwill ... or endless malice."
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The meat processing plant underground.
"Answer my question, magician."
Great hero--
Or, the word "something" on the other side.
"Are you the royal master who gave me trials?"
Someone who can only be described in this way appears to the underground of meat processing factories that laid several layers of enchantment.
The man he summoned, Bazdlorto, replied blandly: "The decision right of this matter is not in me, but in your hands."
Under Bazdalot's hand, the group of magicians in the suit and leather shoes were sweaty, and the magic circuit in the body was shaking.
Because they understood at a glance, it was different from human beings.
First of all, his body surpasses human standards, and the appearance looks like a statue carved by God.
He has a height of more than two meters, and his hair has reached the ceiling.
The burly body, the developed muscles -every bouquet of muscle fibers, every drop of blood flowing in the blood vessels is full of magic power (OD). The magicians can't help thinking, let alone the magic of the half -hanging, and even the large -scale magic that requires many people to perform, his body can easily disappear.
The powerful aura of his body governed the atmosphere of the entire scene. It was only a few seconds of words and deeds in this few seconds.
对于这名英灵的完美身姿，魔术师们早已被囚于妄想之中：假如这个英灵使用武力，我们肯定没有任何招架的手段；不管这个英灵想做什么，我们都只能把他的行为当Do absolute truth to accept.
In fact, it only takes a few seconds to solve all human beings in the room with bare hands. Although his body and magic give people an intangible pressure, his attitude is like a gentleman and is very stable.
Instead, it made him look particularly different, and the magicians except Bazdlort were encouraged by impulse
Always want to escape from this place quickly.
This is not suitable for magicians like their ants.
They saw something they shouldn't see.
But no one moves.
The impulse caused by fear is the more terrible fear than this.
Bazdlort is here, and they cannot escape first.
The reason is so simple.
Bazdalot seemed to be talking to the hero, but the magicians could not hear them.
It was a conversation between human beings and their dominant.
When the magicians barely heard a little sound, Yingling suddenly sank.
Seeing Yingling's obvious displeased expression, the boss of the magician, Bazdlo, asked with a expressionless sentence: "What's wrong? Answer my question."
"..."
"I am asking you -can you take a shot to young children in order to win."
"I can't do it. If someone order me to do this, then this person is my enemy."
The solemn voice came out of the hero's mouth, echoing indoors.
"Are you ... test me?"
As soon as the words fell, an invisible pressure turned into Lifeng to sweep the underground workshop.
It was a kind of pure oppression that was completely different from magic. Ordinary people would die if they were just in this heavy atmosphere. At this moment, the magicians were taken away the freedom of the limbs.
"If you know my origin, I still have to say this ... I will see your words as" You decide to pay the price of life. "
The magicians at the scene heard that the words accompanied by the pressure were tantamount to the death sentence. They thought they would die under the heroes of the Lingling because of the implication of Bazdlo.
Even so, what they emerged in their hearts was not the hate of their bosses, but with despair.
Faced with the strong pressure of almost overwhelming the entire room, Bazdallot did not even move his eyebrows, but looked back at the spirit with completely unreamed of human eyes, and replied: "Of course, I have already taken myself for a long time This life is out. "
After speaking, he raised his left hand and saw that the pattern on his back was shining.
"I ordered you by ordering the curse-"
"It's too light."
Yingling concluded that the other party wanted to use the order to obey him, and shook his head.
The restraint brought by the curse is just temporary. Ying Ling is also very clear that as long as his magic is still there, it is not difficult to break the restraint of the curse. Even though the other party ordered him to order him to do his best, for him, he couldn't count the three times in the district.
However, if this can make the other party understand that the restraint of the curse is meaningless to him, it does not matter if the other party uses this order. As a result, Yingling decided not to stop Baz Dilot.
The summoned hero is a very clear person.
If the Yingling who will do whatever means when facing the crisis, the heroes will be broken or cut off the opponent's head before the launch of the curse; It is likely to do it too.
But this hero is one of the three knights. In order to highlight his "impeccable hero" that he has been inherited so far, his body has a kind of character -like spirit.
This caused this big hero who surpassed human beings to have a fatal flaw.
The order to use the order of the curse was not to let him oath.
"Don't hide it."
"Well……"
At the same time as Yingling made a sound, one of Bazdlort's order of the curse made a light -a strong magic infiltrated into the hero's brain.
--impossible.
Even if it is counted as the past sacrament war, his magic is ranked at the top. He may be controlled by the spiritual interference of the gods of the gods, but it will never be affected by the spiritual interference of modern magicians.
Even if there was a bonus of the curse, the magician in front of him must still use "something", and he shaking his brain violently.
Yingling remembered that he had felt similar to this corrosion -the stabbing him was stronger than him, the abyss -like curse.
Now, this man is released to the hero to release the "something" that is the same as the cursed.
"Mix the account ... what have you done ..."
"No need to hide sin and remorse, revealing the nature of you in your heart, I will imprint all this to the bottom of the eyes."
Bazdallot was expressionless, and he threw the words "temptation" to the hero with the sound from hell.
"What I need is not your power as a hero, but your greed of unscrupulous means in order to achieve the goal, and even if there is a high road ahead, you will not hesitate to choose the obsession of the poisonous means -belonging to a human beings of human beings Perseverance. "
Bazdlort whispered to Yingling, who was no longer moving, and raised his left hand again.
"I ordered you again by ordering the curse — recall the humans you have seen."
Is there any special meaning in this sentence?
Or does it contain what kind of curse intent?
This order rang in the ears of Yingling, making the spell turned into a magic power and invaded the depths of his brain.
The sight was obviously destroyed, and in front of Yingling's eyes was the people he had encountered during his lifetime.
Although there are people who are far away with God, these people are just "ordinary humans" in front of him.
The tyrant wrote the two words on his face, his legs were soft, and he cried:
"Okay! I appreciate you! I appreciate you in the name of the king!
"What ?? So don't approach me anymore, damn monster!"
A blonde man with an attitude is particularly arrogant:
"So, you are ' -ah.
It's great, so envious! It is indeed a legendary monster!
Rest assured, I will treat you well and use you.
During this time with me, you are no longer a monster.
It is the king of the future -great hero. "
The woman who has loved said before choosing death:
"you're not wrong.
So, please don't hate the world.
Don't resent your blood.
You are very powerful and you must do it.
Unlike me, I didn't do it. "
Before he broke his head into the fire, the man who should have been an enemy soldier said:
"Father……"
It has nothing to do with the order of meeting them, and their appearance overlapped layer by layer, and gradually disappeared.
The unusual large amount of magic also poured into his body, as if echoing in the distance.
--impossible.
——Mo so many magic, do not belong to people in this era!
——It is like, our time ... Witch ...
The extinct hero knelt down quietly.
Seeing this incredible scene, the magicians under Bazdlort looked at each other.
This person who obviously exists in different dimensions is tortured in front of their bosses.
The relationship between Royal Lord and followers-
Anyone who sees this scene will understand that what happens in front of you cannot simply explain this sentence.
However, the magicians also knew clearly that to this extent, they need to pay a clear price.
In the Holy Grail War, the Ling Mantra can be said to be the lifeline of every imperial Lord. Ordnance can control the followers, forced the followers to execute the command, and carry out a series of behaviors such as instant movement or urgent refuge that are only effective and similar to magic.
And this is only three killer, and now it has been consumed.
The remaining order mantra must be left to prevent the betrayal of the followers. Starting from this, it can be said
Bazdlort's command in this Holy Grail war has been zero.
Although this decisive disadvantage makes the magicians feel uneasy, even so, they still believe that Bazdlo will have a way to get rid of the predicament. This trust coexisting with fear stabilizes the mind of the magicians.
However, this stability collapsed in just a few seconds.
"I order you again with ordering the curse-"
This time, it really made the magicians in the underground workshop rigid.
As soon as the Bazdlort summoned the followers, he used all the three orders.
Anyone who knows the Holy Grail War, even if children can't do such a stupid thing, but Bazdalot has done it.
The magicians watched Bazdalot, and this time they were really prepared to die.
On the other hand, Yingling was determined while inhibiting the magic of eating his meal.
——This magician is very dangerous.
Yingling does not think that Bazdalot's behavior of using the last curse is stupid.
Because Yingling noticed that although the magician was not clear, he had gambled his life -he put everything he was on the balance, just to change the nature of the hero.
—— Regardless of whether he ordered me to do with the last order spell, I had to eliminate him.
Yingling is also unclear what is eroding his strength.
But the worst case is that this erosion may also affect other heroes in the Sacred Grail War.
Yingling desperately suppressed the "curse of life" from the bottom of his heart, maintaining the high character.
——I must stop him.
——Stid the overbearing evil tyrant in this era.
The hero is affected by the mental pollution that is enough to make ordinary people crazy, but at this time he does not consider how to protect himself, but to help the heroes who have not seen each other, as well as people living in this era.
—— Even if it is said to be vicious, it doesn't matter, even if it is regarded as the madness of the active hand of the royal.
This man who was rated as "heroes in the hero", regardless of his reputation, was determined to defeat the magician in front of him.
Just as Yingling broke away from all the mental pollution, the moment when he was ready to extend his hand to the magician's neck--
Bazdalot seemed to laugh at his Qing Gao, and used the last order spell.
"Accept the clothing of the world (the essence of the person)."
Except for Bazdalot himself, everyone in the workshop saw "that thing".
Bazdlort's left hand has no order.
The cuffs of the hand revealed the red and black tattoo that is different from the magic curse-
Just like some weird creatures.
