Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

The thin figure took a few steps forward, and the light reflected from the entire glass in the living room finally revealed the whole picture of Matou Zouken.

He is not tall, and in the case of a hunchback, he has a short feeling. Under his bald head, there are mummified and thin limbs. His thin body is wrapped in a blue and dark gray kimono. Hands folded, holding a wooden crutch.

In the deep sunken eye sockets, the pupils could not be seen clearly at all, but inexplicably revealed a hale and hearty light, with a smell of corruption on his body, it was clearly a human appearance, but his movements were stiff and slow, like a marionette His body, this is Matou Zouken.

The magician who used terrifying means to extend his life at one time, and the mastermind behind the Matou family controlled by a distorted mentality, although he still has a human appearance, but now he already makes people feel that this is not right. Outright monster.

From this point of view, the rumors are not wrong.

Aside from this horrifying appearance, Matou Zouken, apart from acting strangely, is quite well-versed in the world when it comes to negotiations.

While asking probing questions, he looked at Roland vigilantly, his eyes constantly rolling, collecting possible information.

In the Matou mansion surrounded by the barrier, after maintaining the spiritual land and returning, Matou Zouyan arranged the defensive measures as usual.

——It is a familiar named 'Visual Worm', which has excellent concealment and surveillance functions. If it is not a deep study of magic itself, or has a specialty in perception, as long as it is not very close, Even the Heroic Spirits couldn't detect it.

Even if such a familiar is placed in a workshop surrounded by barriers, it's not that Matou Zouken is too cautious, it's just to satisfy his selfish desires.

The greatest joy of Matou Zouyan is to absorb his own spiritual nourishment from the pain of his descendants. Matou Tsuruno's fear and worry, the kind of self-abandonment that is powerless to bear the burden of his son and the future responsibilities of the Matou family, He often gets his gratification through the image of the drunken and incompetent man weeping bitterly late at night.

As a result, as soon as he came back today, Matou Heye ran out in a hurry, and did not come back tonight. The little girl sent by the Tohsaka family is still some time away from being sent to the wormhole next time.

And that unfilial descendant, Matou Kariya, the pain of the magic circuit increased by implanting the engraved worm for the first time may make him unable to control himself now, and he may still cry alone outside until the worm merges into his body. Let's come to Matou's house for the second time.

Therefore, the old man returning home after a long journey can only lament the busyness of his children alone, and travel alone in the quiet mansion at night.

Then, something went wrong, and there was a ding-ding-dong-dong sound in the corridor he was moving forward.

Matou Zouken raised his head, and found a black-clothed, lifeless ninja who resembled both a familiar and a summoner. He dug open the eaves pillar and stuffed a strange package inside.

The images from the sightworms all over the mansion showed that this was not an accidental act, but a deliberate invasion. There were dozens of places under surveillance in the entire Matou family that had the same behavior.

Is it some magic method? An alchemy bomb that destroys the barrier? Or a rapidly growing, battle puppet just waiting to unleash? Or a large range of wandering spirits?

Five hundred years of experience made Matou Zouken think of various possibilities, but before he could launch an attack, the black shadow ninja looked at him with bright red eyes, and then disappeared into the shadows. I didn't notice any abnormalities. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I'm afraid Matou Zouken would have found it hard to believe that someone could come and go in a workshop that was so airtight that even a bug couldn't fly out.

But soon, he realized a more serious problem, his workshop might have been invaded.

After fully activating the screening function of the enchantment,

Matou Zouyan immediately found the target, not because the barrier he set up is so powerful, in fact, any barrier with basic functions can do this.

After all, the intruder didn't hide himself at all, he opened the wine cabinet in his house majestically, and drank as if he were in his own home.

Secretly suppressing the anger in his heart, Jiantong Zouyan made some preparations and rushed directly towards the intruder. Logically speaking, the intruder is so upright that he shouldn't run away, but the problem is that he can't figure it out. The depth of the opponent doesn't even have the means to counteract the disappearance from the shadows.

But when he saw the intruder's face, Jian Tong Zouyan was still a little shocked. He was not fascinated by Roland's handsome appearance, but because he looked only in his twenties.

In front of the demons, there are many ways to prolong life. Maintaining appearance, as a long-lived person who has lived for five hundred years, Matou Zouyan can accurately smell the decay that has gone through time. Appearance can be faked, but the aging of the soul Can't hide.

This kind of rookie magician who has just graduated from the teacher at most dares to invade the magic studio of Matou's house?

Matou Zouyan feels that he is a little out of date with the changes of the times, and, as a magician, the dress on the opposite side is a bit too simple. He looks like an ordinary citizen. Feeling the deep demonic nature in Roland's body, I'm afraid he will misunderstand it.

I still don't know what kind of confidence Fang has, so let's try it out first.

This old bug who has lived for five hundred years has always been very conscientious. Using, cooperating, and turning enemies into friends are his usual methods.

Matou Zouyan, who had such a plan in mind, had just set up his position when he was blown into disgrace by the flaming wine bottle thrown to his forehead.

"Hmph, you really are a young man with personality. When I see you, I can't help but think of myself when I was young."

Knocking on his crutch, Matou Zouken made a creepy sound, as if about to penetrate into the cold air.

"When you were young, half of your body was buried in the ground, do you still remember when you were young?"

After seeing Matou Zouken's body made of foreign objects, Roland's original disgust deepened, and he stabbed at it unceremoniously.

Matou Zouyan was suffocated by this venomous performance, but when he heard Roland's words, he paused, his eyes were a little dazed.

Speaking of which, what was it like when you were young? It seems that to accomplish something, it seems to be striving for some ideal...

Jiantong Zouyan let out a cold snort, and stopped entangled in this fruitless question.

"Such a sharp temper will hurt me, forget it, since I don't want to communicate, but as a guy from the other world, I should know what will happen if I invade the magician's workshop, right?"

"So, who are you?"

The hunched Matou Zouken looked at Roland and questioned him in a distorted voice.

What answered him was Roland's voice with the same temperature as the cold dart flying towards Matou Zouken.

"I don't feel the need to name names

—Kill him, Sombra. "

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