Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Although Roland did not spend any time from tearing the space to walking out complaining, it was a completely smooth action.

But for the two girls who were in a fierce confrontation and had already prepared their ultimate moves, this was no different from a thunderbolt.

Regardless of the atmosphere around them that was still on the verge of a fight, like a cowboy's life-and-death duel, the two turned their heads at the same time with caution when Roland appeared, which was more like a demon knocking on the door than a divine soldier falling from the sky.

"...Roland?"

After seeing the figure outside the crack, for some reason, Lorelaya's voice also became a little doubtful.

The other person's face still had the warm smile like the sun when they first met.

But after watching him tear his trump card with brute force and walk in calmly, the girl could not associate him with his previous image.

"Hello, Miss Lorelaya."

Roland greeted her with a smile.

"Although I also know that it is very rude to suddenly interrupt someone's duel."

"But I have something that I need to verify on this water demon, so I can only use this tough action to make you give her to me."

"...I understand."

Although she still hasn't gotten over Roland's brilliant appearance, Lorelaia has also regained her original calmness and composure.

In normal times, the shame of having her opponent or prey taken away by someone else would probably make the girl faint.

This is not a metaphor, but a real reality.

Even though she has stood at the peak of the modern era, Lorelaia still cannot resist the deep hatred and obsession for the Dead Apostles that is engraved in her blood.

But this is different from being ungrateful.

Now her behavior can neither be considered hunting nor fighting, but just a struggle to escape from the trap of the White Winged Lord.

Lorelaia can admit this frankly in front of Smith, a Dead Apostle, and she will not cling to that meaningless dignity for her friends.

After a slight hesitation, the girl nodded.

"Although I am reluctant, please... let me accept your kindness."

Although her expression was calm, it was obvious that Lorelaia was extremely unwilling - regardless of Roland's presence, she bit the index finger of her right hand with a "click".

But this was also understandable.

After all, the girl who thought she was a hunter, out of the instinct of repelling the same kind, used an aggressive attitude to test Roland, who might become a competitor, when she got on the bus.

In the end, she found that she only played the role of a clown, but had to swallow her anger and accept the help of her competitors in order to give her enemies a revenge that was commensurate with blood and pain later.

For Lorelaia, who has been the focus of everyone's attention since she was a child and shouldered heavy responsibilities, she can still remain rational in the current situation, which makes her excellence even more prominent.

"I will go to gather the survivors first and protect the treasures in the Ten Thousand Demon Eyeball Library for you."

Although the skills and wealth of the Magic Eye Collection Train are not inferior to those of ordinary monarch families, it is also a treasure that Bartmero must face up to.

But Lorelaia has no intention of getting involved, even if she has indeed made a considerable contribution-it is not an easy task to suppress the staff on the train and a group of ill-intentioned magicians in Fuhailin.

"Then, I will wait for your arrival on the Magic Eye Collection Train."

After saying this, the girl left the place neatly.

But before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Smily.

To be honest, the conjecture that must be verified by the ancestor of the dead apostles sounds very suspicious.

This is not because she suspects Roland is fooling her.

If the other party wants to deceive her, just a little later, whether it is a loss or a winner, for this saint, the situation will become much easier to handle.

But since she risked her life to save her, and had the power to easily crack her trump card, there was no need to lie about it.

However, as the main force of the Magic Association to eliminate the Dead Apostles, the girl knew them better than many of the Dead Apostles themselves. .

They were completely opposite to humans, and there was no possibility of coexistence.

It was fine for a magician, but as a saint appointed by the emperor, it was common sense to purify such unclean things, let alone approach them.

Verifying this statement was like a sign before the car overturned, and

--the continuation of some greater conspiracy.

However... since he was a living saint in the world, there should be no problem, right?

It must be said that the identity of a living saint and the performance of showing miracles may not be impressive in a world like Magical Index, but for Type-Moon, it is still quite outstanding.

Even Lorelaia, who knew the behavior of the crazy members of the Cathedral Church and the Burial Agency very well, did not doubt Roland's purity.

At least, before she found out that Black Princess was placed by her side as a maid, this would not change at all.

With this thought in mind, although she was thinking about a lot of things, Lorelaia left without any regrets.

"Oh... what a good woman."

Watching her back as she left, Roland sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Whether it was her figure, appearance, or temperament, they were all impeccable.

Although she was a human evil who was not very motivated, Roland's aesthetics were still online.

To be able to achieve such a degree of completion in modern times, from a pure human perspective, even with his increasingly critical eyes, is very exciting.

Not only as a pawn to mobilize magicians and even humans in the future, even as a beautiful girl, Lorelaia is undoubtedly of great value.

It was indeed right to arrive at the right time.

Well... although the way is more like a demon king breaking into a princess's castle than a hero's appearance, which makes people feel a little subtle.

But for a girl who grew up in an abnormal environment and whose demonic nature has become a part of her personality, this way of attacking is more effective.

While Roland was thinking, on the other side, Smere, who had almost stopped thinking, finally understood the current situation from the conversation between the two.

"Are you the saint targeted by Rita?"

The water demon's eyes were fixed on Roland, and there was a cold murderous intent in her pupils.

From beginning to end, she did not even look at Lorelaia who was leaving.

This is not something difficult to understand. She and the White Winged Prince are not superiors or subordinates, or allies of factions.

The so-called neutral factions, in the eyes of the ancestor of the dead apostles, are just objects that have not yet started fighting each other.

Smithe did agree to the commission of the White Winged Lord, but agreeing does not mean that she will really do it.

Under Roland's interference, the fight that was originally done for convenience suddenly turned into a dilemma of being attacked from both sides at any time.

Therefore, if the enemy takes the initiative to split into two groups, why bother yourself?

Anyway, the culprit who must fight is right in front of you, so you can vent your anger on him.

Such thoughts, of course, flashed through Smithe's mind.

But this is not the reason why she cast such a cold look at Roland.

"——How is the vampire who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun?"

Without waiting for Roland to answer the first topic, Smithe asked again as if urging him.

On the beautiful face that was raised high, the smile that was shown when encountering an interesting and powerful enemy before has disappeared, replaced by a trace of elusive solemnity and coldness.

Yes.

Compared to the important commission that was about to be completed, and the saint who suddenly appeared and made her fail, Smeeley was more concerned about Rita's situation.

Although the dead apostles basically used each other, even the followers, there were always exceptions.

This was the relationship between Rita and Smeeley.

Although one was a noble vampire who thought highly of herself, and the other was a lazy and self-degrading stay-at-home, they had a very good relationship.

If one of them felt bored, they would go to the other to fight with real swords and guns, using the fight to relieve their depression, and they could chat together after the fight as if nothing had happened.

The reason why the White Wing Guild gave up recruiting them and chose to pay the price to entrust them was largely due to their helplessness in this twisted relationship.

"Let me ask you first, what are you going to do if she dies?"

Roland asked with a smile without any tension.

"Of course I'll kill you."

Smeeley answered without hesitation.

"Oh? What if she is not dead, but is captured by me and becomes my servant?"

"Then I will kill you first, and then kill her."

Smily slowly rose along the lake surrounded by the forest, her expression gloomy and almost dripping with water.

They sealed the surroundings tightly, fully demonstrating the girl's determination at the moment.

"I have agreed with that woman that if one of us is going to die, then it is time for one of us to kill."

"If Rita has fallen to this point, it proves that she has stopped here. Instead of dying in the hands of some unscrupulous person later, it is better to come with me to fulfill this agreement."

Smily said in a deep voice.

After hearing Roland's second question, she realized that Rita seemed to be not dead yet and relaxed a lot.

But despite this, the solemn atmosphere did not change at all.

Obviously, her answer was serious.

Roland did not doubt this.

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Although the other party just showed that he was willing to give up his interests and safety and choose to prioritize Rita's revenge, which was a personal relationship that was even better than close friends.

But if Rita, who was unable to move now, was placed in front of Smere, she would definitely kill and eat her from the root.

This can be seen from the promise that she was not allowed to die in the hands of anyone other than me.

For them, fighting was just an alternative form of care, just like eating snacks after a meal.

Smere had no malice or hostility towards Rita.

The only thing in her heart was pure kindness.

- Rather than letting her friend live with a completely defeated and distorted personality, it would be better to let her help to get rid of it.

In essence, it was similar to the friendship between Naruto and Sasuke, "even if I break my hands and feet, I will take you back."

It's just that because the parties involved are all ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the expression is much more cruel.

So, I became Orochimaru?

Roland looked subtle.

In front of such a pair of Dead Apostles with deep sisterly love, he arbitrarily broke the balance between the two, forcing them to kill each other to death even if they met in the future. In such a dark and cruel work, he is a complete villain.

It was rare to meet a vampire slave who was almost mentally collapsed and left him alone. Roland, who had already planned a training plan, did not intend to let go easily.

In this case... he could only be a good person to the end.

Although restoring this broken friendship was essentially like putting a broken vase back together, it was a superficial action, but for Roland, it was not a problem at all.

In fact, with his rich experience, he had already found a solution.

——If we deal with Smere together, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?

No matter how cute and twisted the girl was, no matter what conflicts there were between them, when he hugged them together, they would immediately eliminate the barriers between the two of them and transfer their firepower to him.

Even the combination of a magician and a witch was no exception.

So, as long as Smere also experienced Rita's feelings, the two would definitely understand each other.

"No way."

Roland sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again.

Smith frowned at this strange move, and was about to strike first.

Suddenly, she forced the order to attack to stop, opened her eyes wide in surprise, and stood there in a daze.

The reason was very simple.

In the depths of Roland's pupils, which were as pure as gemstones, a high-speed rotating magic circle had already emerged, and the crimson flames were blooming continuously, like flying rose petals.

"Rose Magic Eye?"

Looking at the familiar magic eyes, Smith came back to her senses from her astonishment.

As an existence whose will has always been connected to the world, her sensitivity to the erosion law of the Principle Blood Ring is also the best among the ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

In addition, she and Rita are so close that they can be called a replica of each other's life and death. The two had long broken the taboo that the Principle is unique to the Dead Apostles and must be strictly guarded, and showed each other the Principle.

Smith even has several Rose Magic Eyes, a pseudo-weakened version of the Principle Blood Ring.

Therefore, she was sure that it was Rita's Rose Magic Eye.

Why could the saint use Rita's principle?

Although the Principle Blood Ring could be inherited, even if Roland was a genuine human, even if Rita herself transformed the inheritor, it was impossible to interpret it exactly the same.

She couldn't understand.

So, after confirming the authenticity of the scene in her eyes again and again, Smeely quickly came up with the only answer-

"So you're fine, Rita?"

The water demon's expression was relieved.

If it was Rita's Magic Eye, as long as conditions allowed, it could indeed achieve such a perfect disguise.

"I thought you were recklessly using the Magic Eye to connect to the other party's mind when you were trying to capture the saint, and then you provoked an existence that you shouldn't have provoked in the depths of your memory, and that's when you turned over."

"You appeared in the image of a saint and let that Bartmero go. Is it because you encountered some unexpected gains, and your brain was overwhelmed by joy, and you plan to replace the White Winged Duke?"

Smeely, as always, used harsh sarcasm to express her welcome to her friend.

Roland's mouth also showed a mocking smile at the right time.

Then, like a rose, layers of female phantoms slowly appeared on his body.

Seeing this scene, Smith was slightly startled, and quickly reacted.

This phantom from memory, but it can really exist in reality, is the best proof of Rita's identity.

If outsiders want to replicate it, they must not only perfectly replicate Rita's principle blood ring, but also connect to Rita's mind in reverse.

The other party probably wanted to use such an action to laugh at her reaction of being deceived by the magic eye that she had seen countless times before.

Such a weird counterattack is really the other party's style.

The girl completely let go of her guard and prepared to get out of the water to meet her friends.

However, at the moment when Smith moved her body out of the water.

Her body suddenly stiffened, and her eyes suddenly became as sharp as a blade.

"No... You are not Rita!"

"What are you talking about? Did you soak in the water for too long and even your brain is filled with water? I can't even tell you apart after such a short time?" The phantom paused for a moment and sneered.

"It is indeed as you said."

"Whether it is the breath, the strength, or this kind of complacent reaction..."

All the information perceived by Smily's mind shows that the other party is not a fake, but the real Rita Rojian.

Let alone the flaws, there is no difference.

But——

Smily gently covered her chest.

Although it is hard to explain and even completely contrary to reason, the throbbing in her heart at this moment is definitely not a fake.

"My soul denies this answer!"

Smily said sternly, with a ferocious face.

"You are definitely not Rita, answer me! Saint, what have you done to her!"

Hearing this, 'Rita' raised her head slightly and looked at Smily, as if trying to distinguish her words.

After a long silence, the phantom reached out and casually tore off the haze on his head, letting the disguise on his body quickly fall off as it withered.

“How disgusting…” Roland’s mouth gradually opened up, revealing an extremely evil smile.

“——Why can you see that?”