[Comprehensive] Demon Fox Hiding Horse

Zangma stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

Even though the two protagonists of the magical drama that made him realize what kind of world he came to just now—Iskandar the Conqueror who came to this world with the rank of Rider, or the heroic spirit of Alexander the Great and His little Master, or His Royal Highness Weber Wilwitt had already left hand in hand (?) at this time, and Tuliu Zangma and Mokona were still hiding in place silently, and the demon fox did not do anything again. no response.

——It's not that he doesn't want to, but...

Since when did this world become so incomprehensible?

Seeing the black-haired man in front of him kneeling on one knee and kneeling in front of him in a completely docile attitude, vowing to dedicate all his loyalty and life to himself, Kurama began to think, even in an unscientific world It is also quite unscientific, how did it form...

At the beginning of the matter, he and Mokona were indeed silently watching Webber Wilwitt's Servant summoning ceremony.

When Kurama saw the huge blood-colored magic circle, Weber's appearance and his unique summoning spell, the inexplicable command spell that appeared on the back of his hand, and the mysterious power that sneaked into his consciousness before and affected his judgment. ...Wait, etc. By the time these factors are combined and concatenated to deduce what kind of [new world] he has come to, Weber's summoning ceremony has also come to an end.

The vortex of magic power in the magic circle drawn with chicken blood swirls, and Kurama would not say that he has always been suspicious of the King of Conquerors' overly bold and magnanimous character, as if he has been beaten with chicken blood all the time, which made Weber cry again and again. In fact, it is directly related to the drawing material of the magic circle.

But the feeling of watching the Servant summoning ceremony on the spot is really indescribable.

Even if Zangma's own experience is already bizarre enough, he and Mokona have embarked on thrilling legendary journeys again and again. However, at this moment, facing the projection of heroes from history and mythology, The Heroic Spirit witnessed with his own eyes that the other party came to the world again with the power of the Holy Grail. That feeling stems from a certain boiling and rushing feeling that has been rooted in the human blood since ancient times...

But no matter how rich and legendary the experience is, it is impossible not to be shocked by it.

Especially the heroic spirit appearing here is still Alexander the Great, a powerful king whom Zangma once admired very much and left a strong mark in the history of the world.

The feat of establishing a great empire spanning three continents in Europe, Asia and Africa is not something any emperor can do, and the man who conquered the king seems to be born to ride a horse in a heroic manner. Expeditionary attack, no city can't be broken...

——This is a kind of absolute charm of personality that seems to be very mysterious, but in fact it does exist. Even if people don't want to follow, they still feel admirable.

Therefore, when the King of Conquerors said that sentence, even though the lines were a little weak, but his tone and voice made people feel domineering and leaking, "Excuse me. Are you calling my Master?" At that time, Zangma was really emotional for a moment.

However, soon, this surging mood was replaced by another unspeakable emotion, not knowing whether to say shock or disbelief.

Because, the question that resounded in Zangma's ears did not come from Iskandar alone.

Two male voices with different high and low tones, but equally enjoyable to the ear, together constituted the query that Zangma heard.

One of the voices was that of Iskandar the Conqueror, and the other...

Lowering his head silently, Kurama looked at the black-haired young man who had been kneeling on one knee since then, silently waiting for his response——

The other one came from this handsome hero who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Slightly curly black hair, regular facial features, high nose bridge, awe-inspiring eyebrows, sharp facial contours, slightly pursed thin lips make people feel strict and abstinent, but those topaz-like eyes seem to hide countless emotions Eyes, but so full of charm and seductive sinking.Coupled with the charming tear mole under the left eye...

——Diarmuid Odina, the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights of Ireland, "The Shining Face".

Kurama couldn't figure out how the other party was summoned.

Magic circle, holy relic, magician, command spell, summoning spell.

Except for the second item, if it is not intended to summon a specific heroic spirit, there is no difference between whether it is present or not. There are a few other elements that are indispensable for successfully summoning a heroic spirit. Kurama feels that what he has here is probably... just Only the command spell ==

—he's not even a magician!

Even with the "gift of the world", he can freely convert his own demon power with special abilities unique to other worlds, but it does not mean that Kurama can become a magician with the existence of magic power in his body.

What about the magic circuit?What about the spells that must be mastered in order to use magic?

There are no Tibetan horses at all!

Rather than a magician, he was inexplicably involved in the Holy Grail War. It's already very depressing, isn't it?Please, God Gaia, stop making trouble!

Automatically sending a Servant without even summoning the summoning spell, is this a blinding of Kurama's consciousness before compensation?

Of course, Yaohu is just thinking about it as a joke. As the highest will (one?) of this main material plane, is it necessary to please him, a little outsider?

Or to put it another way, since you want to "show favor" in this way afterwards, why do you have to do such things to him in the first place?

His thoughts drifted away unconsciously again, Yaohu pursed his lips, and his mood fluctuated for a while.

However, he didn't want to, his expression was misunderstood by the knight of the spear as a refusal to accept him.

"My lord..."

His handsome face, which is almost a little strange, is very foul. Although the tear mole of a charming girl has no effect on Kurama, who is also a man, but those deep eyes with a hint of gentle and melancholy hidden in them, almost There is no need to do anything more, just staring at you quietly with eyes full of sadness, it will make people feel their hearts churning...

It was at this moment that Kurama really realized the true power of this Mr. Brilliant Appearance.

"I'm just a little surprised."

Blinking his eyes in embarrassment, Yaohu tried to explain his lack of response for a long time.

"There is no summoning array, no summoning spell, you suddenly appeared..."

Well, there is actually no need to continue talking about this. From the embarrassment and annoyance that also appeared on Diarmuid's face, it can already be seen that the knight of the gun himself has just noticed that there is nothing under his feet. Any magic circle that emerges ==

"I am very sorry, my master."

The black-haired young man who was already half-kneeling bowed his head deeply, and his tone contained absolute respect, a faint shame, and such a trace of almost undetectable joy and firmness.

"However, there is no need for a magic circle or a summoning spell to prove anything."

As the young man spoke, he raised his eyes again. Those amber eyes were full of determination and loyalty...

"You are my Master, as evidenced by your magic power flowing in my body at this moment."

"...!"

——Kurama was almost taken aback for a moment.

Although once the maintenance relationship between Master and Servant is determined, what the spearman heroic spirit in front of him said is indeed true, but this kind of statement...is it so misleading? !

Silently twitching the corners of his mouth, Yaohu nodded calmly.

"Then let's talk somewhere else."

No matter how confused Zang Ma was at the moment, it would definitely not be a good idea to stay in this small jungle not far from the city on such an early morning when the sun was about to rise.

Indicating that the handsome knight who had straightened up would transform into a spirit body and accompany him, Kurama hugged the worried Mokona, rubbed his soft belly with a smile, turned around, and walked at a leisurely pace. Go slowly towards the jungle exit.

***

This time, Zangma did not encounter any accidents.

Going straight down the sloping ramp all the way, on a small commercial street near the city center, the demon fox successfully found a hotel that was in business.

After entering the room, Kurama was not in a hurry to let the heroic spirit of the spear appear.

On the contrary, the first order he issued was to let the spearmen, who did not have much advantage in acting alone, go out to investigate the enemy's situation.

Diarmuid had no doubts about his master's orders.

Although the newly promoted Master and Servant have never had any formal communication in the true sense since they met.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are completely strangers to each other—as a Master, Kurama has never asked Servant Diarmuid's real name until now.

Diarmuid thought that his Master had his own considerations, but Zangma had no time to worry about it.

The magic group that represented the Servant in the perception was gradually lurking in the city, Kurama let out a sigh of relief, turned his head, and looked at Mokona who had been silent on his shoulder.

"This time...it seems to be in big trouble."

he said softly.

Bai Tuanzi blinked his eyes half understanding.

"Why did Kurama say that?"

He didn't know about the strange Mokona at the moment before Zangma, so he was a little confused when he heard Zangma say such a line at this time.

Seeing this, Yaohu sighed, and began to tell Mo Ke Na about his previous abnormal state.

"Let's not mention whether the world we have experienced before has self-awareness. Even if there is, there has never been such a direct interference with thinking."

As Zangma said, the expression on his face became extremely serious.

Despite having the "gift of the world" in his hands, Kurama never believed that any kind of cheats or tricks could withstand all accidents.

Yaohu is used to planning cautiously and making decisions before moving. He is used to controlling most situations in his hands and strategizing to win thousands of miles.

Perhaps to put it bluntly, Zangma is used to controlling his own destiny, especially his thoughts, and he is completely unwilling to give anyone else a chance to interfere with him—precisely because he tried to change his destiny but failed, and after the established fate line was broken, The horse will be more obsessed with not being entangled by the second fate.

Therefore, regardless of whether it is Gaia or Alaya, and what purpose this time, even interfering with Zangma's thinking, has violated the big taboo of the demon fox.

Even if you can't really take action to do something about this huge power equivalent to the origin of the world, but...

Seeing the command spell crest emerging from the back of his hand, Yaohu suddenly smiled.

"Since you dare to pull me in, you must be prepared...to be completely destroyed?"

The corner of Yaohu's mouth has a strange and captivating smile. Some information that has been corroborated in the two worlds of tutors and hunters before began to flash through his mind, and finally flowed to his lips, turning into blossoms that made people shudder. Han's wicked smile.

"Lancer."

He suddenly called softly.

Not long after the important conversation between Kurama and Mokona, the black-haired heroic spirit who quietly returned to the room but did not disturb because the master seemed to be thinking about something, heard the sound, and after a reply, slowly Slowly, that slender and tall figure appeared in the air...

"Yes, my master."

He stood upright with his head bowed, his posture natural and respectful.

Seeing this, Zangma raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I think... I don't know your name yet."

The smile on the corner of his lips became more and more gentle and kind, Kurama looked at this man who was entangled from life to death by E-rank luck, and a gleam of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes——

Change starts with you, okay?

"Dilmudo Odina."