I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Her long, soft purple hair was scattered on the ground, and the scene in front of her was reflected in her purple jewel-like eyes.

A man wearing a dark blue tights and carrying a bright red spear stood in front of her, looking lazy.

But Medea smelled a beast-like smell from him.

—Lancer.

He was just a Caster, a Caster who couldn't even use offensive magic, a Caster whose magic power was almost exhausted.

Dead...

She clutched her small chest, showing a look of despair, and her long, thin ears were lowered.

"What? Finally stopped running? My little lady." Standing up from the ground holding the spear.

"Hey." The blue Lancer smiled.

Medea clenched her pink fist, gritted her teeth and looked at Lancer.

"What a lovely little girl, what a pity." A frivolous, but murderous voice.

Lancer stared at Medea in front of him, and pointed his spear at her.

He is a beast, and the sight of a beast is cold.

Medea only felt a chill down her back.

Dead.

The purple eyes flickered.

Betrayed, and finally become only one person...

Such a thing is really painful and sad.

Lancer swung the nearly two-meter-long scarlet spear over, setting off a blue whirlwind.

Wanting to escape, Medea dragged her injured tender legs backwards.

Even his hair was blown up by the whirlwind and cut off by the piercing spear light.

The spearmen who rushed over in an instant, their scarlet spears magnified infinitely in front of Medea.

Lord Hecate...

Medea closed her eyes.

How many times have I said in Chapter 3, I am not a lolicon!Will not covet beauty!

The corners of the mouth hung up, showing a slightly ferocious taste, and the scarlet spear fell towards the weak girl in front of him.

Lancer is a fighter who obeys his own beliefs, and once he makes a move, he must go all out.

As long as it is an enemy, no matter what, he will not show mercy.

He had already foreseen the scene where the girl in front of him turned into spirit sons and scattered all over the sky, but suddenly, an extremely ominous premonition surged in his heart.

In the howling wind came the sound of sharp knives piercing the air.

Lancer's real name is Cu Chulainn.

He possesses a skill called "Protection from Loss", and as long as he confirms the attack target with his eyes, he can evade even a Noble Phantasm from a throwing type attack.

The beastly scarlet pupils constricted, and he saw—

The pitch-black chain blade pierced through the air.

Then the next second, he frowned.

Can't escape?

The pitch-black chains whirled through the air, with a short blade on one end and a gun blade with a jagged edge on the other.

Clang——

After spinning around the barrel of the spear a few times, the blade pierced through Lancer's chest.

The chains were stretched straight, inserted obliquely like rivets, nailing Lancer to the ground.

"Hecate? I'm not your Lord Hecate."

The soft voice rang in the ears, followed by the sweet and greasy fragrance that made people sink.

With her heartstrings tensed, Medea opened her eyes little by little.

What came into view was a pair of beautiful feet wrapped in black silky stockings, following the curve of the calves that people couldn't help but want to touch, the figure of the girl in black and red tight vest and long skirt dominated Medea full view.

The long black hair was tied into two ponytails asymmetrically, one long and the other short, like two hands of a clock.

The round crisp shoulders and back lines are exposed under the moonlight, the waist is slender and the back is snowy, with beautiful curves.

Medea covered her heart and raised her head in a daze.

She watched Kuangsan turn around, her dark red eyes were leering, but at the same time there was a bit of tenderness.

There is an abyss in the eyes, people can't help but stare, and then sink into it.

dong dong——