"Caster, it's over, let's leave." Ignoring Irisviel who was left on the spot, Roland walked towards the alley on his own. "Hey, don't you want to take away her Command Seal?" Medea, who was still confronting Saber, turned her head in doubt, and when she saw Irisviel, her pupils shrank, showing a playful expression. "So that's the case, it seems that I really don't need to do anything extra." "Irisviel!" Saber rushed to Irisviel immediately, ignoring Roland who left calmly. "By the way," Roland turned to Irisviel as he walked halfway, as if remembering something. "I didn't see the artificial maid and your luggage. Those guys should have gone to the castle in the suburbs with Illya ahead of time. Remember to say hello to her for me and tell her that I still need a little time to get back to the castle." Take her away." Hearing Illya's name, Irisviel's eyes suddenly became complicated, and the trance on her face was swept away. She clenched her fists and looked at Roland. "That child belongs to no one, she is free!"
"It doesn't matter what you said. After all, Einzbern owed me and I haven't paid it off yet. Do you think you can calm my dissatisfaction with Roland by yourself?" He shrugged, and said word by word as if mocking: "Right, dear wife?" This title made Saber glared at Roland, but Irisviel, who had seemed very strong before, fell into a strange silence when she heard Roland's words. She put her hands on her chest, bowed her head, and said nothing. "Let's go, caster." Medea's gaze moved back and forth between Roland and Irisviel curiously. After hearing the call, Medea responded and obediently followed behind Roland. Saber was about to pursue, but was stopped by Irisviel. "Let them go, Saber." She pursed her lips, looked at Roland who was gradually walking into the shadows, and said, "After all, he is...Illya's father." "Master? That child named Illya, who is yours?" "Well, how should I say it?" Roland was a little helpless when he mentioned this question. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that Einzbern would give him such a trick? "She is... a daughter I have never met." Medea blinked, but did not continue to ask. "Now, the Little Holy Grail has also been reduced to the palm of your hand, although it is a bit rough." Medea followed behind Roland, and the two chatted casually, "I'm not proficient in artificial humans, but the little holy grail is a special product made according to the power of the master." "Yeah, there are so many surprises today. Speaking of which, I have to thank Ilya for being born." Thinking of what happened today, Roland couldn't help but laugh. The entire Einzbern family exists to revive the third law, and the third magician is the master engraved in their genes. In the last Holy Grail War, when he was possessed by the spirit of the Holy Lord, although Ahad, as a man-made human, did not have a mental breakdown, the master in his mind had been replaced invisible.
It's not that the obsession has been changed, but that the person who can achieve relief and become the third magician is the person who has the soul of the Holy Lord. He believed in this fact so stubbornly that he ignored everything else and used Einzbern's technology to obtain the remnant of the demonic energy of fire while being possessed. But ordinary people can't use the power of magic energy normally, but as the family background left by the disciples of the former third magician, he still thought of a tricky way. Based on the former Saintess of Winter, clones are created to assist the return of the master. I'm afraid Irisviel didn't realize it, but in her underlying settings, she was written to obey the fire demon's order. Therefore, after discovering this, Roland easily polluted Irisviel with magic energy and obtained the highest authority of the other party. "And what's mine is mine forever." Roland said indifferently that the demonic fire energy he gave to Irisviel is not only a symbol of ownership, but also an insurance to control the other party. In this way, he holds the right to make a wish, and then, he just needs to hurry up and send the follower on the road. "However, it seems that even if I don't do anything, they will fight in full swing, right? In this Holy Grail War, compared with the disputes between the winners, the masters seem to have absolute respect for each other. Killing intent." Roland stretched and said casually. "But it doesn't matter, even if the acrher is still the King of Heroes this time, I have a trump card in my hand to deal with him." "Is that King Arthur? That guy looks very decent, and I'm afraid he won't obey you easily, Master." "It doesn't matter, who wants the obedience of the male King Arthur! As long as the holy sword of the star can be used by me, I don't need to remind me of this, Irisviel will understand it herself. " After Roland's figure completely disappeared, the temporary barrier that lost the caster's offering was finally shattered after a period of time. During this period of time, Irisviel has been looking forward silently, if not for the faint sound of breathing, she would have looked like an exquisite doll. "Irisviel?" Hearing Saber's call, Irisviel squeezed out a smile. "Sorry, I'm a little distracted." "Shall we go back to Einzbern Castle next?" Saber skipped the previous incident, although the honor of protecting women is very important to knights, but after Roland left, after thinking about it, he probably understood that there was something else hidden in it. "No need, tonight is the first battle, no matter what, I must get that child out of this Holy Grail War." Irisviel rubbed her brows, and subconsciously stroked her lower abdomen. Obviously, as an artificial human, no abnormalities were found in the self-examination methods, but the burning sensation of those lines on her skin was the same as before. —— On the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel in Fuyuki City, on the 32nd floor, Weber was standing in front of the window looking down. Although he had heard before coming here that the central building to be built would be taller, but for Weber who had never had such experience , which is surprising enough. He subconsciously sighed, and turned his head to look at Kenneth who was sitting on the leather sofa. If it wasn't for the favor of the other party, he would never have such a luxurious enjoyment in his life. "Don't be so dazed, how is the operation of the enchantment?" Kenneth glanced at Weber, "It's just a rural place, it's just a luxurious hotel in a luxurious coat, you are my student, don't lose my face."
"Yes, Mr. Kenneth, the barrier is in good condition, and the magic furnace is also in normal operation." After getting along for a while, he knew that this guy didn't seem to be deliberately targeting him, but because of his personality, Weber faced Kenneth's from time to time. The poisonous tongue can be dealt with very calmly. Although the other party gave him all the miscellaneous pistons, it still made people feel uncomfortable, but the process of establishing such a powerful magic workshop, just by playing a hand, benefited Weber a lot, and he couldn't complain. After all, the more advanced a magic workshop is, the less accessible it is to a magician of Weber's level. From this point of view, he is still very grateful to Kenneth. "Hey, let me say, what kind of magic workshop is this? Is it very powerful? You have been busy with this matter for a day." On the other side of the room, a strong man with a sharp-edged appearance and a huge body was sitting cross-legged on the ground, watching the TV in front of him intently. After hearing the conversation between the two, he asked. "Hmph, is that the only knowledge of the legendary King of Conquerors?" Kenneth let out a cold snort, and said with some pride: "In this 32-story building, there are 24 floors covered by the enchantment, and there are three magic furnaces. Even the sewers, I don't know. It has been alienated, even if you are a follower, don't even think about breaking in easily." Listening to Kenneth's proud words, Weber looked at the daunting height outside the window, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised a question with his simple knowledge. "But, Mr. Kenneth, what if the other masters don't come to attack the magic workshop at all, but directly blow up the whole building, what should we do?" Ask for a ticket! ! ! It’s time to add more, let’s write in a subtle manner in the future, so as to avoid having to change it after entering the small black room, and write it directly in the group post when you have time. Group number: 569137393