Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Her beautiful long silver hair hangs naturally behind her back, and her amber pupils shine as beautifully as gems.

It was a petite girl.

She looked about eleven or twelve years old. She was wearing a black uniform dress and a waistcoat of the same color draped over her shoulders.

Although the style of the clothes is more solemn than luxurious, if you have enough insight, you can still detect the fact that the girl is the eldest daughter of a noble family from the details of the clothes and the same color gemstone on the red tie.

But even if it doesn't, it's not difficult to understand.

After all, although she was wearing low-key clothes suitable for traveling, the girl was full of arrogance that was inconsistent with her young age.

Whether it's the raised chin that's always slightly raised, or the legs that stick out from the skirt and are wrapped in thin black pantyhose, just folded together.

Under the dim light, the stockings had an indescribable sheen.

Such casual and generous movements may have a mysterious charm and reverie on an older girl, but on the girl at this moment, they would only be an expression of her strong personality.

He was arrogant and completely ignored the serious atmosphere in the carriage, or the danger hidden in the Magic Eye Collection Train.

This is the first impression that the girl wants to convey deliberately, but if you are deeply involved in psychology, you can still realize the girl's heart through the defensive movement of holding her hands on her chest since entering the car. Maybe not as strong as he appears.

This was indeed the case. When she saw Roland's figure, the girl's beautiful black silk feet in brown leather boots immediately changed their movements, stepped on the floor, and stood up as if she was startled.

"Roland! Why are you here!"

Roland?

This somewhat unfamiliar name made the silent crowd look at Roland again.

Obviously, many people care more about the reason why the girl lost her temper than the girl herself.

After all, the upper class in Europe only has such a large circle, and only a handful of them can be called ancient. Therefore, almost all guests who receive invitations know the girl's identity.

"Miss Olga Marie, as the heir to the monarch, this is too rude of you."

The woman sitting next to Olga Marie, wearing a coat without patterns, spoke softly.

Her hair is tied back and she wears a pair of tortoiseshell glasses. She has a mature and steady temperament and seems to be taking on the dual roles of tutor and housekeeper.

"Theresa..."

The girl bit her lip unwillingly and looked at her most trusted follower and teacher. But before she spoke, Roland, who had already judged the situation, ignited the flame in her heart again.

"Hey, long time no see, little idiot Mary, you are still so full of energy."

"Don't give people such nasty nicknames every time we meet!"

Olga Marie looked at Roland angrily, "I have emphasized it many times, I am Olga Marie, Olga Marie Yasmiret Animsfia!"

"You clearly remember the furnishings of the Modern Magic Department, so why do you deliberately call me by the wrong name every time!"

The girl vented her dissatisfaction in a straightforward way.

But although she still maintained a arrogant look on her face, as a follower who lived with Olga Marie day and night, Teresa had already seen that the girl's calves were beginning to tremble.

As the monarch of the astronomy department, Marisbili was really not a qualified father, especially when he discovered that his long-cherished wish was so close. Even Olga Marie, as the heir, could not divert much of his attention.

In such a family environment, coupled with the influence of being the daughter of the Clock Tower Monarch and being in a noble family, Olga Marie developed a strong and self-righteous character.

Even though her own personality is actually quite fragile and delicate, she still has to be strong and pretend to be worthy of a famous family.

Because as an heir, her qualifications are quite excellent, and although the Celestial Science Department is not strong, it is also a standard monarch family. It is not like El-Mellow's family has fallen into decline. Even if she occasionally meets other monarchs, the other monarch will Also very easy to talk to.

Because of this, Olga Marie was greatly deflated when she met Roland for the first time.

Roland, who has an insight into the weakness of the girl's character, almost dances on the other side's red line, teasing the other side to the point of tears every time before he stops with satisfaction.

But because the other party was not only the largest sponsor of Chaldea, but also the designated investor of the Animusfia title, Olga Marie was not even qualified to refuse, let alone resist.

Thinking of this, Teresa sighed helplessly.

Because she found that after Roland left, the girl's psychological shadow had not subsided, and her magic eye of future vision had just observed the omen, so she used this as an excuse to take Olga Marie out to relax, but she did not expect to collide with him again. On.

"Because it's very interesting. I like it when others can't stand me but can't kill me,"

Roland bluntly stated the reason.

"What's more, even if you put aside this kind of fun, bullying girls is one of my biggest hobbies."

Facing the straight shot thrown by such a magnanimous scumbag declaration, Eltrucci, who lowered her head, subconsciously gritted her teeth, let alone Olga Marie.

For Olga Marie, who grew up in a greenhouse like the Clock Tower and whose experiences were mostly about hiding malice under a false mask, this was a magic ball with an unpredictable angle.

Looking at the sincere smile on Roland's face, she felt a chilling fear.

The girl instinctively took a step back, wanting to hide behind Theresa, but she was reserved because she represented the family's face, so she forced herself to stop and look at Roland.

Like a shy kitten, she opened her amber pupils and tried hard to stare at Roland.

"Lord Roland, I didn't expect to meet you here. Which magic eye do you like? If necessary, the Astronomy Department is always available..."

Seeing the girl's frozen appearance, Theresa also took the initiative to stand up and saluted Roland.

"Don't worry about me. Just focus on your own needs. It was just a chance meeting. There's no need to be so formal."

"I understand."

Teresa nodded calmly, and even greeted Altluchi who was silent behind Roland.

"In that case, we'll take our leave first. When the young lady has adjusted her mood, we'll come back to greet you two formally."

After holding Olga Marie's hand somewhat forcefully, Theresa pulled the girl and hurried to the other end of the carriage.

It seems that although she had not been hurt, she did not seem to be completely indifferent to Roland's violent remarks and style.

Roland shook his head with a bit of a smile, and did not care. Instead, he calmly pulled Altluchi's arm and took her to sit down. His eyes swept over the other people in the carriage again, looking for familiar people.

As expected, Weber did not appear here.

Although the merged world line is mixed, the weight of whether Chaldea is established or not is still relatively large. After the end of the Fifth Holy Grail War led by Aika Sajo, it is almost inevitable that the story of the El-Melloi II case book will be deviated.

Moreover, it may be because he knew him during the Fourth World War. In this mutually beneficial relationship like a bad friend, Waver has been honed to a very skilled way of dealing with it.

As far as Roland knows, after he just returned to the Clock Tower for vacation, the other party, under the pretext of sorting out the information of the previous monarch Kenneth, devoted himself to closed-door research and even stopped the classroom classes.

And he also publicly announced that no matter who came to find or invite him, he would directly refuse.

It is completely a posture to completely link Roland's appearance with the doomsday-level disaster that is about to happen, two things that have nothing to do with each other.

However, according to the past inherent impression, this conclusion cannot be said to be unreasonable.

Because the discernment eye is too mismatched with his own talents, combined with the experience during the Fourth World War, Waver deeply understands one thing.

As a human being, in this era of mysterious decline, it is much safer to stay on the surface of knowing that following this process will get the result than to blindly explore the truth.

The latter will often only bring disaster to oneself, and even affect the whole world.

Because the other party was not there, although there were many decent magicians, Roland did not see any familiar figures.

The only person he had some impression of was the silent figure on the other side of the table.

He was an old man of about 67 years old, but he was quite strong and had a steel-like toughness.

Because of a scar that went straight across his eyebrows, he looked like a mafia, and his rough, wide, calloused hands that often held weapons at a glance aggravated this impression.

After noticing Roland's sight, he stood up in an instant, like a fan who saw his idol, and seemed to not know where to put his hands and feet.

But soon, he sorted out his emotions, walked towards Roland, and bowed respectfully.

"I am Caleb Frampton, the agent of the Holy Church."

Instantly, everyone except Roland became nervous.

The peace treaty between the Holy Church and the Magic Association is only on the surface. If they are in a land where responsibilities and supervisors are divided, the two may still get along normally.

But in a lawless place like the Magic Eye Collection Train, whether to start fighting is just a matter of thought.

Several magicians have put their hands in their pockets, ready to start the spell at any time, but Caleb, who has been working as an agent until now, has noticed it but did nothing.

Whether it is to guard against attacks or explain misunderstandings, the importance is far less than the action he must take at this moment.

"Your Majesty Roland...I didn't expect to see your glory in such a blasphemous place."

"...I see, you have a pair of very good eyes."

Roland's red pupils revealed a look of realization.

He was not surprised that he was recognized. After all, his passive was just a vague sense of existence, not hiding.

Caleb's magic eyes are no less powerful than Asagami Fujino's twisted magic eyes, and it is past vision involving cause and effect, so it is not surprising that his identity can be seen.

"Compared with your brilliance, this level is not worth mentioning. After all, your existence is proof that the Lord still loves this world."

Hearing Roland's praise, Caleb clenched his fists and lowered his shoulders.

"Walking in the world, there is indeed no one more suitable for this title than you."

-Walking in the world.

After seeing Caleb's defenseless appearance, some people had already used cover to start brewing sinister curses.

However, after hearing this word, everyone in the car gave up the idea of ​​attacking as if they had agreed, and quickly distanced themselves.

Even the gazes that were originally cast openly became sneaky.

Occasionally, a few people who didn't know the reason would quickly change their faces after hearing others' popularization of the new living saint of the Holy Church.

The reason is simple.

The significance of the saint to the Holy Church is too important.

Maybe they may not necessarily provide help when the other party is alive, but if the other party is in trouble, the church will definitely not mind revenge, after all, this can not only unite the faith, but also legitimately seize the benefits.

Moreover, the word saint is basically a synonym for monster.

He is not at the same level as modern magicians.

Most magicians don't mind giving some risk-free tricks to the members of the Holy Church on the way to pursue the magic, but this is different from seeking death.

For a moment, except for Roland and Caleb who were talking, the carriage fell into an extremely awkward silence.

The legendary living saint suddenly landed on the Magic Eye Collection Train. As a magician, it was impossible to worry about his own safety.

But even if he was uneasy, no one dared to muster up the courage to use actions or words to explore the purpose of this contemporary saint.

Therefore, they could only wait for the train staff or a warrior to appear and break the current deadlock.

In such an atmosphere, even Olga Marie's reputation was inexplicably saved.

Originally, many people thought that as the daughter of a monarch, she had behaved too inappropriately, but now it seems that she has maintained such a demeanor even in the face of the legendary living saint, which is already a proof of appropriate response.

Creaking——

In the suffocating silence, the sound of the door opening dispelled the tense atmosphere.

In the eyes of many magicians who looked at her as if she were a savior, a petite figure appeared.

It was Olga Marie, who had just left the carriage and was being missed by them.

However, her face was not very good at the moment.

No, it was even worse than before. She looked pale and frightened.

And this performance has hinted at many things.

The monster that could make Olga Marie retreat and leave the carriage was a living saint.

And in this case, the only one who could make her open the carriage was another monster.

"In that case, Your Majesty Roland, as a saint, what are you doing here in the Magic Eye Collection Train? Is it out of personal willfulness, or is it a declaration of war on behalf of the Holy Church?"

A strange and cold voice suddenly interrupted the conversation in the carriage.

Although she had not entered the carriage at all, she seemed to know everything that happened inside.

Although she was using honorifics, the content of the words was sharp and vicious, and there was no respect in her words.

Roland looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw the girl clearly, his eyes flickered slightly.

It was just like dripping ink on white paper.

Without any extra movements, she could suppress everything in her field of vision by herself. In Roland's opinion, she was just like a queen.

However, the fact was not much different.

The queen who reigned in the clock tower was the most realistic description of the girl.

The moment she walked in, the magicians who had fallen silent under the reputation of the saint had already erupted in a greater commotion than before. In their whispers, Roland soon learned the origin of the queen.

"... Barthelmero?" (End of this chapter)