The Endless Shuttle

"He will not."

"So he will transform Sakura, ravage Sakura, and completely overdraw her body through the'worm magic', so that she can meet the most basic conditions for participating in the war. The result of this is the death of Sakura in the human sense."

After speaking, Luo Pei calmly watched the gloomy Jian Tong Yanye.

"Now, what should you do as an ordinary person who has no concept of a magician? Are you rushing to be killed by the dirty inkstone of Matsu, or silently watching the death of a young girl?"

PS: Give some flowers... It would be better if there is a reward, darlings...

Chapter 16 Purpose Achieved

After a long silence, Jian Tong Yanye finally raised his head and stared at Luo Pei closely.

"You said this to me, shouldn't it be purposeful?"

"Yes."

Rope nodded readily. "I can help you regain Jiantong Ying, and it may be a bit difficult to deal with Jiantong's dirty inkstone with my own strength, but..."

He untied the black cloth strip wrapped around his left hand, revealing the scarlet spell that symbolized the Master.

"No, I have already summoned the Servant. With the powerful power of the Heroic Spirit, we can easily achieve our goals."

"So what do I need to pay?"

Jian Tong Yanye is not stupid, when someone will help you somehow, then this person is either your father or has another plan.

—Especially the magician.

"Help me." Rope said after wrapping the black cloth again. "In the name of "Jian Tong Yan Ye", I became my ally in the Holy Grail War."

"Become your ally?"

Jian Tong Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed at himself.

"Just like you said, I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't even have a magic circuit. How can I participate in this magician fight? Can you turn me into a magician?"

"I can't, but Jiantong's dirty inkstone can."

"..."

Jian Tong Yanye was silent, and he was smart and quickly thought of the connection.

No one understands the evil of his own magic better than him. Once a bug is implanted in his body, he becomes a puppet of dirty inkstone, and he can no longer violate the old magician's will. Even so, if it can be qualified as a magician, Yan Ye with the blood of Ma Tong will immediately get the spell.

But as a price, Yan Ye had to pay his life. Even if the other masters did not die in this war, but if the engraving insects were to be cultivated in such a short period of time, Yan Ye's flesh etched by the insects would only have a few years to live.

"Shall I replace Sakura and become the Master of the Ma Tong family..."

"Ah, probably."

...This is also your original destiny. Rope thought with regret.

After all, I still admire this good uncle, but now I am constantly attacking his weaknesses with words, oppressing him psychologically and morally...

Sure enough, I am slowly changing... No, this is the inevitable future, I just advanced this decision a little bit for the sake of self-victory!

"What about your answer?" Rope continued to oppress. "While hesitating, that poor girl might be invaded by bugs. She's incomplete, isn't she?"

"…I agree."

In the end, Yan Ye made up his mind.

He stood up and looked at Rope firmly, with no retreat in his eyes.

"As long as I can save Sakura, even if it is my life! Rope, I promise your terms! If you abide by the agreement, then I will assist you in this war as a person in this war. Win."

"very good."

Rope nodded, showing a relieved smile.

"You should set off and return to Fuyuki City as soon as possible. If you go back earlier, you may be able to catch Sakura from the old guy's hand. If you summon the Servant, you will have a round with me. My Servant is Lancer. Then you will know how to find me. As long as we get together for a while, we will take action to kill the old guy."

The goal was achieved, and there was no point in staying, Rope stood up and prepared to leave.

But halfway through, he stopped again.

"Jian Tong Yanye, I don't hate you, so don't die."

After speaking, Rope ignored him and walked straight out.

—

While Rope was intensively preparing for the war, he finally got the holy relics they needed in Einzbern Castle in Germany.

"Unexpectedly, I actually found this thing..."

Weimiya Kiritugu was also quite surprised by this.

It is the scabbard.

Gold texture, decorated with dazzling blue enamel, such luxurious equipment, not so much. Weapons might as well be treasures that show the majesty of nobles like crowns and wat sticks. The engraved engraving in the middle is a long-lost fairy text... it proves that this scabbard is a craft made by non-human hands.

"...Why are there no flaws. Is this really a cultural relic from an era 1,500 years ago?" Eimiya Kiritugu asked suspiciously.

"This is nothing more than a conceptual treasure in itself. Of course it will be weathered as a material, not to mention a medium for summoning as a holy relic. This is a treasure in the realm of magic."

Alice Phil respectfully took out the golden scabbard from the lined box and held it in her hand.

"It is said that this scabbard can heal the wearer by just wearing it on the body; it can stop the aging...Of course, the premise is that its ‘original owner’ provides magic power."

"In other words, as long as the summoned heroic spirit uses it, this thing itself can be used as a'Master's Treasure'."

"Probably," Alice Phil said uncertainly. "However, the premise is that the'master of the treasure' must provide magic power."

"Oh...King Arthur..."

Eomiya Kirisu frowned and lit a cigarette in distress.

"Knight King, it sounds like it doesn't match me. Speaking of which, I hope it's Caster and Assassin this time..."

At this time—it was extremely inconsistent with the luxurious flame tree style interior decoration, and a thin electronic sound system came up.

On the heavy ebony mission machine, hand-held laptops are randomly placed, which is like a wonderful combination of sewing machines on the operating table.

It is rare to see a magician who does not have a sense of repelling the use of this kind of machine, and Kirishu is one of them. When he asked for telephone lines and generators to be set up in the city, the old patriarch was simply taken aback.

"... Then, what the **** is it?"