Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"You guys...are just a country bumpkin who doesn't understand the true meaning of magic!"

Facing Roland's merciless and cold ridicule, Aruba frowned and looked at him with murderous eyes as if he was about to cry.

"No wonder she hangs out with a guy like Aozaki. She just got some power by luck and is just trying to get a lucky person who does not belong to her honor. That's why the association gave her the most suitable color. In the end, that guy is just It’s just a defective product called Red of Pain!”

"Did you know? In the Magic Association, the highest-level magician will be given the title of color, and the three primary colors are the highest honor. As the name suggests, the Aozaki people want the title of 'Blue', but the association does not give it. she."

"She was deprived of her inheritance rights by her sister, and even the familiar she carefully searched for fell into the hands of the other party. People who join the society for revenge are not suitable for pure colors, so what Aosaki got is the opposite of her surname. Orange, the same tacky color as her name, haha, isn’t this a very suitable title for that woman?”

Mentioning this matter, Aruba couldn't help but have a satisfied smile on his face, and he spoke like a machine gun, perfectly demonstrating his pretentious character.

When he really faced people like Aozaki Orange and Araya Soren who were stronger than him, he always used a polite appearance to disguise himself and did not dare to complain too much. But when he thought he had the upper hand, he And he will continue to use words to seek approval from others.

"That's right. Because of this, Aozaki always gave me too low a rating. I was the first to specialize in rune writing, and I also gained the reputation of being a puppet master first."

"Obviously, her attitude deceived those imbecile guys. Her belittling attitude made those guys think that my abilities were inferior."

"You will know if you think about it carefully! I am the next abbot of Schopenheim Abbey! I have been studying magic for more than forty years. Why should I be ranked behind a little girl in her twenties... !”

His words were so passionate that they resounded around him.

Facing this opponent who abandoned his pretended friendly attitude and began to spread curse words, Roland just looked at him with dull eyes and said heart-wrenching words.

"But in the end, knowledge has nothing to do with age. No matter what reasons you use to whitewash yourself, it can't change the fact that Aozaki Orange is much better than you."

Although this sentence is not mixed with unnecessary emotions, it is just an objective evaluation, but for Aruba, there is no more provocative insult than this.

After fifty, he still deliberately maintains the appearance of youth, which is the best reflection of his essence.

Among the magicians Roland had ever seen, Aruba was the most hollow.

He didn't care about Araya Soren's experiments leading to the origin. From the bottom of his heart, it was pointless to pursue facts like the unknowable realm of God. It was obvious that he only needed to know how to use the truth in this world, so why bother tracing back to the origin? ?

With such a view, he is more like a so-called "magic user" than Emiya Kiritsugu, that is, he only uses magic as a tool.

It's just that the two have different focuses. The reason why Aruba has not become a doer like Kiritsugu is simply because becoming a magician will make him feel superior and different.

This is really ridiculous. Among the magicians Roland has ever seen, there is no one more ridiculous than this.

There are also mediocre magicians, and magicians also have things they want to do but cannot.

Magicians will also be despised by others, they will also meet people who are much better than themselves, and they will also be bound by their own innate things.

A person who has an empty heart and always needs to rely on the outside world to fill his self-esteem, whether he is a magician or not, will be a weak, superficial and dismissive person at heart.

But Aruba has not even thought about such a thing.

"Originally, it was rare that I met a guy related to Aosaki. I wanted to preserve your brain and make it into a puppet to report to that guy Aozaki. But since you are so anxious to seek death, I will help you."

After hearing Roland's words, Aruba's face twisted in disgust.

He recited the incantation with a force that seemed to break his throat.

Only by completely destroying the other person's life and existence can his pathological pride be satisfied.

"It would be very difficult for you to do this alone, but since you have allowed me to see the diversity of human beings and have become a little disillusioned with my impression of magicians, I will give you a special reward. Bar."

Roland patted Asagami Fujino on the shoulder, motioned him to stay where he was, and walked forward alone.

"I won't make any resistance, I will just walk towards you at a normal speed, and before I touch you, if you hurt me, I will let you live, but if you fail to do it..."

Roland smiled and said calmly: "Then, I will take out your soul alone and fuse it with the stone, so that you can stay in this city forever and watch over everything."

The red magician's face turned completely gloomy, and he looked at Roland wordlessly. Roland's emotionless words were more like some kind of law than a threat.

When the other person raised his head and turned his eyes towards him, a strong chill made him hug his chest and take a step back subconsciously. His body was trembling slightly because of fear, as if he was holding the thing he had held before. Reservedness and pride are completely abandoned.

But the retreating movement only lasted for a moment and then stopped.

His instinct tells him that if he doesn't do what the other person says, everything he has will be denied.

"Then, Red Magician, I hope you are worthy of this title."

Compared with Aruba, who was trying his best to suppress the panic in his heart, Roland seemed very calm. He moved in the direction of the other party at a pace that was neither fast nor slow, as if he was walking.

The closer Roland got, the less Aruba could stop a chill from spreading down his back.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "You're just a nobody! Don't underestimate me!"

Although his personality value is a scumbag that even a guy like Roland, who is not picky about food, would be too lazy to bite, but with the accumulation of innate materials, the opponent's strength as a magician is first-rate, and he also has practical experience. Responded promptly.

"Disappear! Phantom, I will become invisible!

Forget it! Dark, invisible things will eventually be untouchable!

There is no doubt, the answer is obvious; I hold light in my left hand and truth in my right hand. "

Aruba calmed down and chanted the incantation at a speed close to the limit.

——For magic, incantations are just self-suggestions given to individuals, and are not something that can be easily copied. The nature of magic is that of wind, just like the person who has awakened the origin, it has been determined from the beginning that the ability will be possessed. The power will not change its nature depending on the user.

However, chanting can make it different. Through the hint of the spell, the magician can integrate the circuit and its own properties into the spell. Therefore, in addition to containing the keywords necessary to discover the magic, the specific spell The text is based on the preferences of each magician.

For example, the Tosaka family often adds the phrase "My ancestor and my master cultivated Bein Ogu" in the key incantation, which symbolizes their karma with the second magician Gemstone, thereby emphasizing their identity, strengthening their self-confidence, and guiding their own strength. Improve, other magicians don't use it, it can be more concise.

Therefore, magicians who like to exaggerate and are prone to narcissism often sing very long chants. However, it is also true that the power of the spell will increase because of the strong suggestion brought by the length of the spell.

From this aspect, Aruba's chants can be said to be excellent. Although he likes to sing chants that are longer than necessary and have many useless contents, in the specific combination, they are neither exaggerated nor too long. The minimal rhyme inspires a high spirit, and in less than two seconds of chanting, it forms a circuit connection with the movements in the material world.

Even from Roland's current perspective, the other party does have first-class technology in human terms.

"I am the truth of all things. Before me, you will eventually destroy yourself!"

Aruba stretched out one hand, and the atmosphere shook slightly, causing Roland's face to immediately burst into flames.

Like a mirage shaking and rising from the ground, the blue sea of ​​fire swallowed up everything around Roland.

Every time the flames emerged around Roland, they penetrated the ground and shot straight into the sky, just like geysers erupting in a volcanic field.

In just an instant, the sea of ​​​​fire robbed all the surrounding oxygen. In the face of the magic flame that exceeds thousands of degrees Celsius, no matter what kind of creature, it can transform it from solid to gas like butter, with the process of turning into liquid in the middle. , not even a thousandth of a second is used.

But Aruba saw the young man walking toward him in full spirits after the flames burned out.

"impossible……"

Being stared at by scarlet eyes, Aruba made a sound of fear.

"Oh," Roland exclaimed, "It's indeed good. He's probably only a little bit weaker than Kenneth. He's also one of the outstanding ones in the sex level."

Although the tone may be a bit teasing, Roland's praise at this moment is sincere.

The magician rating given by the Clock Tower is mixed with many factors of thesis results. To reach the level of the priest, a certain degree of performance is required. To further your studies, qualifications and wisdom are indispensable. A certain Egyptian who did not want to be named Ermero II was stuck in the level of canon for a long time, so you can imagine the difficulty of assessing the color level.

Of course, this rating only represents the lower limit of a magician at best, and cannot directly represent combat effectiveness.

When he was young, Matou Zouken, who was officially designated by the government to challenge Servants in single combat, and could even win depending on the situation, was not willing to waste time publishing papers and brushing up his resume, so his rating was only a canon.

Although Kenneth has always been criticized for his tactics, as a magician, his strength is quite terrifying. After all, even if he is not good at fighting, the combat power he has converted into his achievements is enough to span twenty years.

Even though his family background, talent, and experience as a first-class magician like Aruba are not inferior to him, he still can't defeat Kenneth, who is a theoretical school. From this point, it is clear that he can be defeated at a young age. There is a reason why a monarchy like El-Melloi is determined to be the heir.

In the original four battles, he was in a state of embarrassment, but no matter whether it was blowing up a building or a sneak attack, he could not finish Kenneth with one blow. If there was no special attack like the Origin Bomb,

"That prodigy in the ore department? Isn't he dead..."

El-Melloi's decline was a big news in the Clock Tower, and the person who did it was also Danik from the Thousand World Tree, which caused quite a stir. At that time, he was still gloating about his misfortune, and Aruba had naturally heard about it, as if he had connected the clues. However, now he no longer even has the time to guess Roland's true identity.

Without even hesitating, Aruba once again launched his trump card, recreating the magic that required a long chant with short words.

"Repeat! (repeat)"

Accompanied by a tearing sharp sound, the sea of ​​flames spewed out again, and then disappeared in an instant.

Although Aruba has always behaved like a traditional magician, it can be seen from his dismissive attitude towards his roots that he is essentially a combination of traditionalists and reformers.

Compared with the old antiques in the clock tower, he doesn't care about any printing technology that will blaspheme the mystery.

What communication technology poisons mystery, this argument.

Copy and Repeat are all good carriers in his opinion. The words of starting to advance are spread through the ignorant people, and magic chanting can be done only once!

"Repeat!"

Aruba waved his cane vigorously, filling the spell with resentment and curses. When it touched the air, it burned like gasoline on fire, turning into flames and surrounding the enemy who should not exist in this world.

But... although the flames wanted to wrap around Roland, they failed before they could get close to him.

Roland, who slowly approached from the disappearing flames, also sighed, "It doesn't mean he has completely insulted the title of Red Magician by casting so many high-temperature flames instantly."

The horror before death made Aruba's barren brain finally understand some facts.

Would such a being also seek help from Aozaki Orange?

He immediately realized the reason for Araya Soren's overt performance yesterday.

Aranya, you plotted against me!

But in the face of the fear that engulfed even his thoughts, he just wanted to beg for mercy, but his knees felt as if their bones had been removed, and they fell limp to the ground, and he could only make a weak sound of denial.

"impossible……"

Hearing Aruba's words, Roland frowned, and his ruby-like eyes revealed the fact that he was tired of hearing these words.

"It's my turn, hand over your soul."

He didn't even bother to stretch out his hand. A white light appeared in his eyes, and he was ready to take out Aruba's soul. But what was incredible was that when the sheep's divine power touched Aruba, what came out first was not Aruba's soul. It was not the soul of the other party, but a strange phenomenon, as if it was trying to convey something to Roland.

——A disk with a special luster slowly popped out of Aruba's head.

Along with such signs, Aruba, who was still moaning in regret, his eyes became much more distracted, as if he had fallen into a dream.

"This...what is this!"

Aruba, who had completely lost control of his body but was still very conscious mentally, suddenly raised his eyes, looked at the weird but mechanical disc on his forehead, and let out a cry of horror.

"It's... an order. I see. You're just a 'letter'. No wonder it wasn't delivered until the afternoon. He started to carve the specific content into your body after I left the house."

Roland looked at this strange CD with a little joy in his eyes, as if it conveyed a certain fact that touched him.

"What are you talking about! I will go out at noon!"

Aruba's words were getting weaker and weaker, but after being awakened, he also found that there was indeed a strange blank in his mind. Since noon, it was clear that he had not come into contact with any strange people...

wrong……

There is still one person.

"Did I fall into his hands from the beginning? Am I a clown from the beginning!"

The young man in red made a sound of panic and regret.

But Roland no longer intended to listen to his call anymore. He turned his head, not intending to waste time here.

"Let's go, Fujino."

Without saying a word, Roland left Asakami Fujino, who was looking at the CD on Aruba's head with some curiosity, without any nostalgia, as if the other party was just a dispensable piece of trash.

But Aruba, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't feel even the slightest bit lucky about surviving the disaster. He moved his eyes that he could still control and looked down at him, watching the mud covering his flesh bit by bit, sticky. Orange liquid flowed on the surface of his body, quickly transforming him into a new life.

The man was not joking, he really wanted to turn himself into a living stone.

He had to do something, he had to take advantage of the opponent's contempt. As a first-rate magician, even if he could only move his eyes, he couldn't give up on activating the spell.

Aruba took advantage of the fact that the connection between his body was not severed, and desperately sent hints to himself, trying to connect the circuit.

His thoughts kept flying, sorting out everything he encountered.

What kind of existence is that man? This is definitely not something that can be produced in modern times. Could it be that the root cause is real? That guy Araya has indeed found the right path, so the inhibitory force sends the guardian?

But would the guardian be so careless... He obviously has the power to directly erase himself, but instead of completing it immediately, he allows himself to slowly experience this torture-like torture.

It doesn't make sense to use bad taste, otherwise why would he leave? Appreciating his own performance under such torture is the key to this behavior.

Thinking of the 'letter' Roland said before, Aruba's eyes bulged and he suddenly looked towards the alley where Roland left.

Three minutes have passed, and my lower body has been completely petrified. If that guess is true, there should be something...

Just when Aruba's eyes widened and he was struggling like a fish on the chopping board, a figure suddenly appeared from the alley and walked towards him.

The figure looked very tall, but his steps were as if he had been trained. Each step was very smooth and without any unnecessary noise.

The visitor was wearing a black priest's cassock, and his heavy and depressed temperament seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Aruba's well-known old friend, Araya Soren.

Aruba recognized this guy, the priest who originated as a pleasurer but appeared to be more depressed than Araya, which left a deep impression on him.

This impression becomes even more profound after feeling how terrifying it is to gain new power after awakening from the other party's origin.

Araya was right, contacting this man was a real bad idea from the beginning.

The moment this man appeared, his body, which had been unable to move, regained control like a medical miracle.

The magician in red called out the other party's name with a trembling voice.

"Kotomine Kirei...it's actually you..."

He opened his mouth, preparing to use his last strength to recite a mantra to teach the other party a lesson before he completely lost consciousness, but he just opened his mouth.

That strange dream-like blankness once again put him into a trance.

When he opened his eyes, Kotomine Kirei already held two stacked discs in his hands.

"What did you do...my knowledge, my memory..."

Aruba's voice became weaker and weaker, and the incantation he had just chanted silently was interrupted.

It was not because of his lack of willpower, but because the knowledge, ability and memory itself were suddenly separated from his mind like ice in water.

"——[DISC] recovery completed."

Cold and solemn words came out of his mouth, and after putting away the two discs, Kotomine Kirei looked at the embarrassed magus in front of him coldly, without even the thought of explaining.

"Now, the most critical factors have been gathered together. Cheers, Magician, you will become a cornerstone on the road to true happiness. This is the highest honor."

Kotomine Kirei slowly raised his hand, stared at the pale shadow overlapping his wrist, then slowly opened another DVD box from his arms, pulled out a disk, and spoke with enthusiasm and expectation. words said.

"At this speed, it is estimated that there are still two minutes before you are completely petrified. So, before giving it to Lord Roland, let me make one last use of your value. How can I not celebrate the beginning of such a great cause? Woolen cloth?"

"Praise! What is born in our humble souls is heaven, and the new world is about to begin!"

Kotomine Kirei turned his wrist and threw the disk directly into Aruba's head like a dart!

But the physical disk did not cut his head in half, but slowly melted into his head.

The solemn priest didn't seem to be surprised by this fact. He slowly spread his hands as if he were conducting an orchestral musician, and closed his eyes in intoxication.

Aruba, on the other hand, opened his mouth in despair, and the tears in his eyes slowly flowed down his raised face. The clear sound coming from his throat was no less clear than that of a church organ.

"Ha~li~lu~ya, ha~li~lu~ya!"

Under the epic-like ensemble of oboe and grand violin, Kirei Kotomine's hands naturally danced to this rhythm.

"very good,

Praise this touch!

Praise heaven!

Praise Roland! "

"This is the masterpiece Handel created for the unfinished God, for our Messiah!"

In the dark forest, a voice that sounded like crying and laughing came out with determination.

"Lord Roland, I will definitely make you awaken!"

…I really shouldn’t have anything to do with these monsters.

This was the last thought of the magician in red before losing consciousness.

Two in one. I revised the previous article this morning and deleted some more in the afternoon. It is estimated to be about five or six hundred words. Please wait for a while. I will update it twice as usual tomorrow.