The Endless Shuttle

'No! It's just a random comment from my subordinates, please don't pay attention! ’ Jing Mi explained in a panic.

"Well... well, it's fine anyway."

After the events of the night, Luo Pei had a better understanding of the character of the purple-haired girl's loyalty, so naturally he didn't pursue it too much.

He looked at the command spell on the back of his hand and said.

"Even if your real wish is to be reborn, I don't care. A part of my wish is to let Saber qualify as a living being. It's not a big problem to bring you along."

The last time he watched Saber disappear before his eyes, this time Rope not only wanted to turn this world into his territory, but also wanted to keep the British Knight King whom he admired.

As for Saber's wish, instead of letting her continue to struggle with ridiculous sad wishes in reincarnation, it is better to cut the mess quickly and give the girl a happy life.

—Rope sharpened the knife himself.

'! '

Luo Pei's words made Jing Mi's heart beat violently.

What followed was an uncontrollable ecstasy.

If she can be revived, she will no longer be limited by the coming time of the Holy Grail War, and she can stay by the side of the person she wants forever.

'Are you... are you really willing to give this favor to me! '

"What do you think? Miss Assassin."

Rope smiled softly.

"Today, let's conclude a contract."

Hearing this, she silently clutched her chest.

She stared at the black-haired youth in front of her in a spiritual form, with joy, disbelief, and gratitude in her eyes. All kinds of complicated emotions finally condensed and gathered, turning into deep love buried in her purple eyes.

——It was great to meet you.

Chapter Fifty-ninth: Delusional Poison

Mizuru Ayako's old house was still a bit far from his residence. When Luo Pei and An Jing returned home, the entire Fuyuki City had completely recovered from the quiet night. The city is like a bear waking up from hibernation, silently enduring the aching wounds left by the heroic spirits.

Just like human beings get used to pain, this city has almost gradually become numb under the successive ravages.

After the entrance is the corridor, and after that is the living room, but there is no one in the spacious living room.

Is it upstairs...

After confirming that Saber was at home, Luo Pei threw himself on the sofa, rubbing against the pillow happily.

Last night, he was satisfied in every sense.

The assassin with short purple hair was released from her spiritual body, and she pushed open the thin window, allowing the smell of mud after the rain to float in from the yard, replacing the dull air.

"Would you like some tea?"

"oh……"

Luo Pei squeezed his face out of the cushion, looking at the beautiful figure squatting in front of the small cabinet to rummage through the tea set.

Among the women he had ever seen, apart from the Roman tyrant, this Assassin had the most proud figure, and his brown skin gave him a special charm.

"In addition to the job of assassination, does Hassan even have to learn this kind of skill?"

Looking at Jing Mi's skillful movements, Luo Pei asked:

"Or is this just your personal interest?"

"Hmm... If I have to say it, it's a luxury hobby." Jing Mi replied softly.

"In my era, tea was a beverage that only princes and nobles could drink. So out of curiosity, I got into such a "bad habit" after becoming the leader of the sect. "

It's just for fun too.

For others, whether it is tea, coffee, or alcohol that violates the commandments, the drink made by this poisonous woman has only one purpose, and that is to take life.

——Not everyone is destined to enjoy the service of this purple mandala.

"Is it the Seljuk Empire in the eleventh century? At that time, transportation was inconvenient, and with the prohibition of alcohol, tea was indeed very precious..."

Luo Pei sighed, and took the tea from Jing Mi.

Taking a sip, he frowned deeply.

The taste is a little weird.

The bitterness of tea leaves is completely gone, but replaced by a sweet, musk-like taste that hits the forehead.

Watching Luo Pei drink the tea, Jing Mi, who was holding a porcelain plate beside her, shook her body, suddenly remembered something, and widened her purple eyes under the mask in fear.

The short-term comfortable association with Luo Pei made the girl almost forget the characteristics of her own body.

"Did you add anything?" Rope asked.

Quietly silent for a moment, then confessed.

"...Yes. Master. There is poison in the tea."

She has been trying her best to avoid matters related to the treasure, worrying about Luo Pei's attitude if she knows the details.

Tranquility felt genuinely disturbed by this.

But there is no way to worry about it. As a result of being careless, she was asked clearly by the master at this time. She can neither lie nor ambiguous, which is a violation of the oath.

"poison?"

Luo Pei repeated, and drank the cup of poisoned tea indifferently.

Putting down the teacup, he smiled and looked at the assassin under the bone mask.

"Don't be afraid. Your behavior has already gained my trust, just explain the reason. I don't think Miss Assassin is stupid enough to want to use poison to kill me who is trying to help you achieve your wish?"

Not to mention the natural resistance of the Nephilim to "poison", if Assassin really intends to attack at this point in time, then Luo Pei has to doubt whether her sanity is on the line.

"--Thanks for your trust."

The girl took two steps back, as if trying to let Luo Pei see clearly, and slowly untied the black gloves on her hands.

A short blade was held in her hand and pressed towards her wrist.