Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Golden Fleece?"

Picking up the special catalyst from the Shadow Corps, Roland began to meditate, feeling the gorgeous appearance that seemed to heal the spirit.

When they are on different masters, the Shadow Corps will also make different projections, and the expressiveness is also very different, but there is no doubt that these loyal servants will obey the master's heart, regardless of good and evil. Go do whatever needs to be done.

Among the heroic spirits that Roland knew and how to summon them stably, Medea was indeed the best choice.

As a magician of the Age of Gods, her strength and understanding of magic will make her the best teacher in magic, and her personality is also very suitable for Roland's preferences.

Although he has a lot of notoriety outside, but aside from those prejudices, the other party is actually very easy to control.

Just choose her, Roland made up his mind, stretched out his arms, restrained his redundant thoughts and feelings, and focused on the spell in front of him.

Although with the wisdom of the Holy Lord, he is not ignorant of this, but in Xingyue, this link is too easy to go wrong, so he can't help being careless.

Sure enough, just after reciting the mantra, Roland felt something awakened in his body.

A strange feeling gushed out from all parts of his body, like an inexhaustible breath, and like an endless river. Roland's shoulders trembled slightly, feeling such a full sense of power.

Matou Sakura, who was standing at a specific position, looked at the activated summoning array, and looked at Roland with a confused face, without revealing any changes caused by the magic power being drawn.

Although I guessed it before, I didn't expect that I really have magic power?

Although the soul has been sublimated, the differences between the world view systems still exist. The magic power of Xingyue ordinary people mainly depends on the magic circuit of their own small source, which is attached to the body. In order to avoid mistakes, Roland only Continue to bring Matou Sakura.

Unexpectedly, the action of chanting the mantra this time seemed to wake up his sleeping body, and the shaped power gushed out from his body and poured into the magic circle, dyeing the whole room with brilliant light. Sparkling light.

The strong wind rolled up from the summoning circle, and the magic power gathered into invisible spirit particles, forming the miracle connecting the seat of heroic spirits in the center of the magic circle.

Wearing a magician-style robe, with half of her face buried in the hood, the witch spoke in a clear and cold voice.

"Servant, Caster, I am Medea, are you my summoner?"

She looks about 1.4 to 1.5 meters, holding a moon-shaped staff in her hand, which is taller than her.

The figure can be called slender, but it gives people a slender and thin feeling. The whole person is shrunk under the mysterious black robe, but the lavender hair and ivory can still be seen playfully protruding from the half-covered hood. The beauty of the witch can be glimpsed in the dark skin.

Although there seemed to be a slight difference from what I remembered, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

"Master? Are you dissatisfied with calling me?"

Because of Roland's silence for a while, Medea's voice suddenly became cold, and there was no expression on the face under the hood.

"That's not the case. I'm very satisfied. Rather, a more normal situation finally exists. In the upcoming Holy Grail War, let's get along happily."

Roland was in a very good mood. In this Holy Grail War, he encountered too many changes. The relationship between the masters changed, the strategic goals changed, and all kinds of factors added up to result in the loss of two teams before the fight started. Original combination.

Although Roland, the instigator, didn't want to be picky, but for the sake of his goal, he still wanted to take everything into his own hands.

The fun-loving person who likes to make trouble is really not compatible with him, but Medea is more reliable.

"Yeah?"

Medea didn't care too much about the Master's flattery, but looked at Matou Sakura at the side.

After noticing Medea's cold gaze, the young girl gently ran behind Roland, hugged his thigh, then poked her head out cautiously, looking at Medea.

Seeing this scene, Medea glanced at the modified summoning circle on the ground again, and asked in a pure to transparent voice without any emotion.

"This child is just an immature apprentice, master, why did you bring her here?"

"Of course it serves as a magic battery."

Roland answered without hesitation.

Such a confident answer made Medea pause for a moment, and asked in confusion.

"Why? Even from the perspective of the Age of Gods, the true ether flowing in the Master's body is a miracle, both in terms of quality and quantity. In this era when the great source is beginning to fade, shouldn't you be a living mystery?"

Although there are still some uneasiness in her heart, Medea still has to admire the impeccable condition of the Master herself.

The essence of magic power is vitality. A magician can extract magic power from both the external source and the inner small source. For Medea, who lived in the age of gods, this change of the times is also the biggest reason for her to crush modern magic. Emboldened.

The true ether that still exists in the environment she lives in is poisonous to modern magicians, but the body of the master in front of her is full of terrifying true ether.

But the vitality of the other party showed no signs of being refined, as if these true ethers were produced out of thin air from an unobservable realm.

Such a situation, in the age of gods, is also a hero... no, it should be described as a god.

"So that's how it is..."

Seeing that Roland seemed to be lost in thought again, Medea stared at the Master in front of her with purple pupils: "In terms of efficiency alone, there is no need to use such a child as a battery, even if the Master is rare. With my own magic power, I can build a workshop, and I can also obtain a more efficient magic power battery from Dayuan myself."

"?"

The implied pleading words made Roland froze for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched, realizing that his image in Medea's mind seemed to have fallen into the level of an unscrupulous magician.

"Then it will be as you wish,"

After possessing magic power, Roland, who had no intention of using Sakura, nodded readily, but Medea's words froze Roland.

"Really? Then it seems that I don't need to terminate this contract."

Is this witch so honest?

"Don't you have a wish to fulfill?"

"No," Medea responded in a cold tone: "This is just a boring and tasteless world. It's no different from the past. I will breathe a sigh of relief when the Master gives me a reason to break the contract." .”

Roland's expression became more and more rigid, and the deviation from his impression was getting bigger and bigger. With such a desperate look, is it really that witch? She has just been summoned and hasn't encountered anything yet, right?

In an instant, Roland's eyes released a sharp gaze, and the deep pupils were gradually stained with scarlet.

"Medea, take out your treasure."

The witch obediently took out a gorgeous, lightning-shaped dagger. Although it was only rated as a C-level treasure, in terms of functionality, many A-level treasures were far inferior to it.

The talisman of breaking the precepts of all laws is also there, so there should be no problem?

"How do you feel when you see this treasure that symbolizes betrayal, Master?"

Medea didn't have any fear, and said as if giving up on herself: "It's no wonder you feel uneasy. After all, in front of it, the contract and status between the master and the slave are easy to reverse at any time. If you are not careful, you may be caught. The betrayed witch turned against the army, do you want to terminate our contract? Or should you use the Command Seal to ask me now?"

"Don't hesitate, Master, you are just one of countless betrayers."

"I'm not a very talkative person, and I'm not very good at dealing with women,"

Seeing that Medea seemed to have broken her defense, Roland raised his hand.

"Originally, we could boast of being honest and trustworthy, but now this point is also in doubt, so it is better to express it faster with actions."

For Roland's future plans, Medea is a must, and the ability to transform in the Holy Grail system is not common in caster.

For this, a good relationship of trust must be established with her.

"Order with the command spell—Medea, when you feel that I have betrayed you, use the Noble Phantasm to dissolve the contract between us."

Medea, who had already lowered her hands and didn't even bother to resist, was about to return, as if surprised by such an order, and fell into a long silence.

After a while, she spoke in a cold tone.

"Are you crazy? I'm a caster. I don't have magic power. I have no resistance to such a specific command spell. Even if it's just an unintentional thought, I will be controlled by this mandatory command."

"It doesn't matter. What I want to pursue is eternal peace of mind. This is the same for the surroundings. If you stay by my side and still feel uneasy, then neither of us will be able to obtain happiness."

"Give the initiative in this area to the servants? I'm that betrayed witch? Sometimes I myself don't know what I will do under the leadership of emotions..."

Medea wanted to argue about something, it was different from before, the positions of the two seemed to be reversed, but Roland ended Medea's words with only one sentence.

"I trust you."

"...Huh," Medea lowered her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised an imperceptible arc. Is it because she was proud of being believed by the master, or because she was happy because she met someone who understood?

She stood up and walked towards Roland with a sweet smell.

"Then, immature Master, before the inevitable victory comes, let us get along in harmony?"

Roland looked at Medea suspiciously, and suddenly felt a burst of fragrant breath accompanied by a figure, just like this straight into his arms, and a cold feeling came from his neck.

A pair of slender arms wrapped around him.

Medea slowly slid down her arm, and Roland felt that she seemed to rub her belly on purpose.

"You're too close."

Roland said in a deep voice, and ruthlessly pressed Medea's head that was leaning over, pushing her away from him a little.

During this process, Medea's hood also naturally slipped off.

Unlike Roland's impression, Medea in his arms, although beautiful in appearance, did not look mature, but had a noble and pure temperament, just like a princess, but her pupils However, it has a coquettish feeling.

It's really strange that these two contradictory temperaments, coquettish and pure, are united in the girl's body.

Obviously there is a legendary treasure called the Talisman of Ten Thousand Laws Breaking the Precepts? And the performance also has the feeling of the witch period, why?

Roland subconsciously held Medea's waist and looked at the girl in front of him, unable to hide the surprise on his face.

"Medea...lily?"

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