“Now I hate this.” So Sigma pulled out the dagger with all his strength, and then quickly thrust it into his employer's chest while he wasn't paying attention, piercing his heart with perfect accuracy as always. This would surely end his career as a mercenary, but Sigma didn't care anymore. Thus, until late at night, apart from the magus who escaped due to excessive killing, only two people were left in countless blood and flesh. A faint moon rose in the daytime sky. Sigma, who was already extremely tired, lay on the ground looking at Novia, who was equally tired. However, it was not because Sigma was interested in it, but because the clouds passing by in the sky that he was looking at subconsciously drifted away without him noticing, and his sight unconsciously looked for another object. But the moment their eyes met, they both laughed out loud subconsciously. "By the way, I have found your mother's information. Although it is unfortunate, she passed away more than ten years ago. But before she died, she left you an inheritance. I will call you later." "......Yeah." "Of course, they are children after all, and their parents will remember it no matter what."
In response, Sigma just smiled slightly. He naturally understood that Novia was deceiving him. It couldn't be said to be deceiving, but only comforting. After all, the price of this employment was not money, but information about his past in the destroyed "facility". Because his employer was too careless, Sigma took a look at it secretly. I am just the product of my mother's forced union with several people. How could my mother care about someone like me? Although she didn't hate him and wouldn't hate him, her mother, who already had her own 'will', would involuntarily restore herself to her 'original environment' when she saw him, so naturally she wouldn't like him...but she didn't care anymore. Sigma's mother was a woman who followed Emiya Kiritsugu and was named "Kusu Maiya" by Emiya Kiritsugu. "By the way, Sigma, have you read the book I recommended to you?" “I’ve seen it, but I haven’t finished it yet.” "Where did you see it?" "The part where Jean Valjean is first converted by Bishop Myriel." "Oh, that's a good point to start with." "Actually, I'm not looking at it right now. I was just casually browsing the catalog. But judging by your reaction, I guess I'm right." "......Okay, I'm really looking forward to it. When you've really finished watching it, tell me what you think." A day later, the bloody incident that took place here became news, and based on this, most people knew that there were two magic mercenaries with strength comparable to that of a magic family. As for the original employer, due to his death, his subordinates and enemies divided his inheritance, and no one came to avenge him. Back to the present day, the swamp mansion. "Although he is very powerful, we can still deal with him if we want. After all, White Whale is strong enough to fight against Typhon, the founder of Greece." The 'shadow' behind Sigmar said so. It was the person he praised as the captain. These are his servants, the many shadows that appear in the world as special job Watchers. "What do you think, kid?" "That's not necessary."
Sigma shook his head and looked up at the sky. "This time, I will kill the culprit who destroyed my country, Francesca." 182: Amazing Operation and Flatt's Visit (3k) "I didn't expect that besides the dragon Typhon, there would be Albion." Altluchi, who was brought back to the cabin by Novia, said meaningfully. In front of her were three girls, two dragons and one human. "Didn't I already tell you that?" "I'm just a little surprised. There are dragons, aliens, dead apostles, humans, fairies, everything." After saying this, the black princess looked at Novia's reaction with great interest. Although Novia had introduced him to her on the way here, she was still a little shocked when they actually met. After all, although he and Typhon are both original dragons, Albion has existed since the birth of the planet. He can be said to be an old man who is much older than Typhon... However, now he appeared in the world in such a posture. What should he say? He didn't know why. After glancing at the four of them, Artluqi felt that the four of them had a very similar characteristic. As for Aika Sajo, as an Altluchi with the blood of the True Ancestor, she naturally also felt her extraordinaryness, but did not care too much. "I didn't expect there would be a hybrid of a Dead Apostle and a True Ancestor." Melusin looked at the proud Altluchi, thinking that although this dead apostle princess had infinite vitality, she did not have infinite energy. In this respect, she was not as threatening as the fool Typhon. Perhaps because she felt that even Arteluci was not dangerous, Melusin immediately said to her in an extremely graceful manner: "Welcome, Artluci, you are the sixth one." "Oh?" Artluqi didn't say much about this, but narrowed her eyes, "The sixth one?" "Because you are the sixth one to come, this is probably what Meilushin meant." Typhon said happily that she was very happy now because there was someone familiar to her again, and the only one missing was Attila. She also couldn't understand why Merry hadn't shown up even though she was already here. She just taught her how to do things through the same telepathic voice as before. For example, it was Merry who taught her to deliberately bully Albion before, and Typhon didn't suspect her. Anyway, she really didn't like Albion. Compared to being with Albion, it feels worse than being with Altluchi and Attila. As for Meli, in her understanding, this fairy doesn't seem to like Avia very much. She just likes to put him in some kind of "trouble" situation, and then she feels extremely happy. "That's right, Typhon, you are quite smart now." Melusin folded her hands and said proudly, "Now I am the undisputed number one! The title of the strongest comes from me!" She said this with great pride, holding up her flat chest which had not changed at all from the past. At this moment, facing the declaration of the Silver-haired Dragon Girl, Artluqi and Sajo Aika couldn't help but laugh a few times in their hearts. But thinking that her great cause had not yet succeeded, Sajo Aika just smiled as always and spoke to the silent Kyouko beside her. But Artluki was different. After all, among the scents from Melusin, Typhon, and Sandy Aigo, she smelled the same scent from the two dragons as Avia, which was self-evident. Anyway, she was very unhappy, especially after seeing Meilushin still being so complacent, the black-haired girl became even more unhappy and in a very bad mood, so - "I see. I totally understand."
Suddenly, Altruci continued. The next moment, she turned her head, stood on tiptoes slightly, and put her face closer to Novia. Gently, the young man's lips seemed to touch something soft and vaguely warm. Then she slowly moved her face away from Novia. "The answer is 'yes'. I hope you will give me more advice in the future." Altluchi proudly showed a mischievous smile and looked into the golden eyes of the Strongest Dragon with her blood-red eyes. Meilushin raised her eyes. Although she had already done a lot, in her opinion, Black Princess's behavior was undoubtedly like an ant trying to shake a tree. It's just a kiss. My tongue can still reach into my stomach! And I've done everything I should have done! You are a dead disciple whose gravity is not as strong as that guy Nero, and you dare to be so conceited? Then you just wait! Therefore, the silver-haired girl gave Altuluci a 'violent' look in her eyes and answered him. Looking at the situation, if Novia wasn't here, these two people might just start fighting. No matter what, in Novia's opinion, he couldn't stand such obvious tit-for-tat. "Beautiful Luxin." Hearing this deliberately rational voice, Meilushin blinked continuously. "What, what's wrong? Novia? Why are you so serious all of a sudden? I don't think this is good." "By the way, you should understand what I want to say next." "Yes, yes, of course, it's no problem at all, don't worry." Perhaps it was because of the serious expression of the silver-haired young man, the originally violent Melusin regained her composure, and even Artluchi seemed to shrug her shoulders with a guilty conscience. "By the way, Typhon, I asked you to destroy the Bull of Heaven before. How do you feel about that now?" After taking care of Artelucci and Melusine, Novia asked Typhon. The reason why he let Typhon's true body destroy the Bull of Heaven of the goddess Ishtar was not just because he wanted to, but because he remembered that in the world of Type-Moon, there was a dispute between the bull and the dragon among the major gods. Typhon is the dragon in Greek mythology, and the corresponding bull is the god-king Zeus. The bull in ancient Babylonia was the Bull of Heaven, and there was no corresponding dragon. If we insist, in Novia's opinion, the dragon of Babylon may refer to Tiamat who was trapped in the imaginary space. In short, the reason why Novia asked Typhon to kill the Bull of Heaven was to see if this would have any effect. "I don't feel—" Just as the red-haired girl was about to give a serious answer, her face suddenly turned red with shame. Before Novia could ask what was going on, she grabbed Novia with her right hand and accused him with tears in her eyes: "Ah, this is too much, too much, Avia. You used sweet words to lull me into a state of carelessness, and then did something like this to bully me. Woo, what if I can't kill Zeus in the future?" ".....Is there any connection between them?" "What if a dragon can only kill one bull? I won't be able to kill Zeus in the future."
Typhon's nonsensical words left Novia speechless. While he was still struggling to decide what to say, Typhon's actions froze him the next second. Typhon was seen sitting on the sofa with his knees hugged, looking up at him with tearful eyes. “Maybe, it’s really bad.” Seeing this, Novia had no choice but to follow Typhon's words. After all, he still didn't like the person he loved to cry. The red-haired girl ignored the looks from Melusin and Altruci and muttered: "You're such an idiot, but it's okay. After all, everyone makes mistakes sometimes." Ok? The silver-haired young man always felt something was weird. He would go to comfort Typhon because of his always carefree and rather insensitive character. How come now he is the one who apologizes, and then is forgiven by Typhon with “there’s really nothing I can do about you”? Definitely weird. As Novia was thinking this, he noticed that Typhon was looking up at him, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he was smiling gently. Then, before Novia could say anything, Typhon threw himself on him, stretched out his hands and placed them on Novia's chest with great care. "After thinking about it, it's okay. It doesn't matter if I can't kill Zeus. When I remember that I have killed the Bull, I will repeat the wish three times in my heart. I hope that no matter when, I can be with you, Avia - and, Avia, I like you, I like you, I like you the most!" In addition, Typhon looked at the people next to him who had clenched their fists with a provocative look. To be honest, Novia really didn't expect Typhon to do something like this. It was totally unlike something her personality could do... And the more she watched, the more she felt like Merry had secretly taught her something. Could it be that - Novia, who had already made some guesses, said nothing. He just straightened his back and stared at Typhon, whose face was flushed, with calm eyes. "No, no no no no, stop staring at me like that, idiot." The red-haired girl said this while biting her lip with hot cheeks. "Cough cough." It was such a quiet birthplace, but the one who broke the silence was a fanatic who was completely an outsider. How should I put it? Although she had a heartfelt respect for this gentleman since the first time they met, even higher than that for Altuluchi, she still knew her limits and knew that it was best to keep her mouth shut at times like this. but-- "Sir, a servant has arrived. He is at the door. Should I open it?" In response to Fanatic's question, Novia, who was still being pinned down by Typhon, nodded. Those who come to visit at this time are either Servants and Masters who cannot enter Thunder, or Masters and Servants who want to reach some kind of peace agreement with him. After a few seconds, a voice came from Fanatic who returned from the door. "Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you. Please understand my visit, Saint Novia. No, I should actually say forgiveness..."
The blond, blue-eyed boy still had a refreshing smile on his face that was unlike that of a magician. His name is Flat, and he is one of the students in El-Melloi II's classroom. Although Flatt has an eccentric personality, he had already contacted his teacher El-Melloi II before coming here, so he is extremely cautious towards the strongest man in this Holy Grail War, as well as Novia, who is suspected to be the same person as Avia, one of the ancient monarchs of El-Melloi.