Abnormal month

"Rider, what do you think?"

Leaving the mansion, Weber walked towards the city hall with the transfer order.

Walking on the road, he did not look at the road, but lowered his head to think about something, as if he was lost in thought, and occasionally asked the red-haired strong man beside him for advice.

"Hmm? I haven't seen much about cursed spirits, so I don't have any opinions."

Iskander groaned for a moment, and spread his hands very casually.

"No, the matter of the cursed spirit has already been figured out. I mean the one named Roy. What do you think of him?"

"The white-haired kid?"

Iskander couldn't help but stare at Weber with surprise when he heard it.

"Why, do you suspect him? Maybe he is the mastermind?"

"That's not the case."

Weber showed an expression of how could it be possible.

"I just think that his understanding of cursed spirits is inexplicably deep. The process of his deduction just now is also not like reasoning, but it seems that he is deducing after getting the answer in advance... I think he is quite extraordinary. I want to ask him about his strength."

"Is that so? Although we haven't fought each other, that kid looks quite courageous. He should be a very powerful guy. There is no doubt about that!"

Iskander heard this and recalled the brief meeting with Roy just now.

"He obviously knew my identity, but he was just on guard against me. He didn't look afraid. Compared with 'big trouble', his mood should be closer to 'there is trouble'. I guess he is very confident in his ability."

Knowing that Iskandar was a heroic spirit, he was just on guard. He didn't feel scared. He didn't even sweat. He didn't seem to feel any pressure at all.

This is probably based on his confidence that he was sure that he could fight him to the same level.

"So, he's very strong, right?"

"Why, don't you understand what I mean?"

"Don't look down on me!"

Weber glared at Iskandar.

"What I mean is, given your current state, what will happen if you fight him!"

Iskandar's rough brows knitted tightly when he heard this, and his face was full of thorny meaning.

"It's hard to say. If I were in my prime, I would have the confidence to defeat any enemy, but you know my current state. Although I got rid of the blackening and took the opportunity to take on the body, my state is not half as good as before..."

It took Weber ten years to get Iskandar out of the blackening.

I don't know how many documents he consulted, how many magic tricks he tried, and how much effort he spent... He spent almost all of his ten years studying this without sleep and forgetting to eat.

The final result was good.

But it was not very good.

Iskandar did get rid of the blackening, but he lost more than half of his power.

In order to free him from the blackening, Weber set up a trap. He split Iskandar into two and pulled out a normal Iskandar from the blackened Iskandar.

The Iskandar next to him was the normal Iskandar, but he only had a small part of the power, while the other blackened Iskandar had most of the power.

That was on the eve of the Holy Grail War, which was a month ago.

Originally, he and the normal Iskandar were being hunted by the blackened Iskandar. They wanted to go to Fuyuki City to participate in the Holy Grail War and use the power of the Heroic Spirit to fight against the blackened Iskandar, but the blackened Iskandar kept pestering them, making them unable to get away and miss this Holy Grail War.

It was not until one night twenty days ago that the blackened Iskandar suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and they escaped. Weber only learned later that this Holy Grail War ended that night, the Great Holy Grail disappeared without a trace, and the blackened Iskandar lost the source of his appearance and returned to Valhalla, which allowed them to escape this disaster.

It's just that Iskandar's power has not been completely recovered. Although he has taken on a body and become a living person who can survive in the world, his power is not half of what it used to be.

If Roy can remain calm when facing a complete Iskandar as his imaginary enemy, then once he faces an Iskandar with less than half of his power, if a real fight breaks out, the situation may become one-sided.

"But there's no need to be so afraid of him. We may not fight him, and that guy doesn't seem to have that intention."

"That would be best, but I always feel that he is not an ordinary person..."

Weber sighed deeply.

The sad thing is that he has always been very accurate in judging people.

"Perhaps in the future, there may be a situation where we confront him."

"Hahaha, is he trying to compete with me for this world?"

Iskandar laughed out loud.

"I can't understand. Why is there any need to conquer such a world..."

"Hahaha, the meaning of conquest lies in the process! My Master, although you have become very outstanding, you still lack passion!"

"Hmph, I would rather not have that kind of thing!"

Although the two of them were bickering, they gave people an inexplicably happy feeling.

In such an atmosphere, the two walked side by side to the city hall that was already in sight not far away.

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In the dim space.

Omaru opened his eyes.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and the back of his head was throbbing with pain.

"I remember the cursed spirit attacked the school before, and then I escaped from the church..."

He dragged Nakano Nino over as a shield to delay some time, then used magic to strengthen his body to smash the church's stained glass and jumped out of the church hall.

After that, he remembered that he struggled to escape from the church, but soon, he felt a pain in the back of his head, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Ah, are you awake?"

Someone's voice suddenly came from the dim space.

The voice was light and sounded very gentle, but with a hint of inexplicable gloom, like a ghost whispering in his ear.

Omaru sat up with a start and looked in the direction of the voice.

"You, you are..."

"My name is Masato."

The man sat on the chair opposite him, with his legs curled up between his arms, sitting there like a baby.

The dimly lit space made Omaru unable to see the man's appearance. He could only vaguely see that the man had fluffy long hair and a loose robe on his body. Judging from the outline, he should be a man.

"True...human?"

"Yes, I rescued you from the curse."

The man whispered in a feminine voice, then stood up and walked to Omaru with one step at a time.

At such a close distance, Omaru could barely see his face and shuddered.

The man's face and neck were covered with sutures that looked like a broken body, and the pupils of his eyes emitted a strange cold light.

He looked down at Omaru who was shaking uncontrollably, his mouth wide open, revealing a malicious smile.

He stretched out his hand and placed his palm on Omaru's shoulder.

The tone was unusually gentle.

"I saved you, so you should give me a reward. This is the unspoken rule of human society and cannot be broken, right?"

"Yes, yes..."

The strong smell of the curse came to his nose, and Omaru nodded in fear, not daring to say a word of no.

"In that case, I have a task for you."

The real person raised his head, and his malicious eyes fell on the top of his head.

"Lure the magicians here, no matter what method you use!"