Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Chapter 602: Roland, a Good Person
Although Roland didn't waste any time from tearing the space to walking out complaining, it was a completely smooth action.

But for the two girls who were in a fierce confrontation and had already prepared their ultimate moves, this was no different from a bolt of lightning.

Regardless of the tense atmosphere around them, which was like a life-and-death duel between western cowboys, the two of them turned their heads warily at the same time when Roland's appearance was more like a demon knocking on the door than a god descending from the sky.

"...Roland?"

After seeing the figure outside the crack, for some reason, Lorelaia's voice became somewhat doubtful.

The other person's face still had that warm smile like the sun when they first met.

But after seeing him tear open his trump card with brute force and walk in calmly, the girl couldn't connect him with his previous image.

"Hello, Miss Loreleija."

Roland greeted her with a smile.

"Although I also know that it is very rude to suddenly interrupt someone else's duel."

"But I have something I need to verify on this water demon, so I can only use this tough action to make you give her to me."

"……I see."

Although she was still upset about Roland's dazzling appearance, Loreleija had regained her original composure and calmness.

Under normal circumstances, the shame of having one's opponent or prey snatched away by someone else would probably make the girl faint from anger.

This is not a metaphor, but a reality that is really happening.

Even though she has reached the pinnacle of the modern era, Loreleija still cannot resist the deep hatred and obsession towards the Dead Apostles that is engraved in her blood.

But this is different from being ungrateful.

Her behavior now could not be considered hunting or fighting, but just a struggle to escape from the trap of the White-Winged Frog.

Loreleija could admit this frankly in front of Smeeley, a dead apostle, so she would not cling to that meaningless dignity towards her friends.

After a slight hesitation, the girl nodded.

"Although I am very reluctant, please allow me to accept your kindness."

Although her expression was calm, it was obvious that Loreleija was extremely unwilling to give in. She bit the index finger of her right hand with a "click" sound, regardless of Roland's presence.

But this is understandable.

After all, the girl who originally thought she was a hunter, out of the instinct of repelling each other, used an aggressive attitude to test Roland, who might be her competitor, when she got on the bus.

In the end, he found himself only playing the role of a clown, but had to swallow his anger and accept the help of his competitors in order to give his enemies revenge with blood and pain later.

For Lorelaia, who has been the center of attention and shouldered heavy responsibilities since childhood, the fact that she can remain rational in the current situation only highlights her excellence.

"I will go and gather the survivors first, and protect the treasures in the Ten Thousand Demon Eyeball Vault for you."

Although the skills and wealth of the Demon Eye's train collection are not inferior to those of ordinary monarch families, it is also a treasure that Barthemero must take seriously.

But Lorelaia had no intention of getting involved, even though she did make considerable contributions - it was not an easy task to suppress the train staff and a group of ill-intentioned magicians in Fuhailin.

"Then I will wait for you on the Magic Eye Collection Train."

After saying this, the girl left the place cleanly and neatly.

But before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Smeeley.

To be honest, the conjecture that must be verified by the ancestor of the Dead Apostles sounds very suspicious.

It wasn't that she suspected Roland was fooling her.

If the other party wanted to deceive her, they only needed to arrive a little later. Regardless of whether both sides suffered losses or a winner was decided, the situation would become much easier to handle for this saint.

But since he risked his life to save her and possessed the power to easily crack her trump card, there was no need to cover up with lies in this regard.

However, as the main force of the Magic Association in clearing out the Dead Apostles, the girl knows them better than many of the Dead Apostles themselves.

They are completely opposite to humans, and there is no possibility of coexistence between them.

It would be fine for a magician, but as an appointed saint, it is common sense for him to purify such unclean things, let alone approach them.

Verifying this statement is like a sign before a car rolls over, and

——A continuation of some larger conspiracy.

But... since he is a living saint in this world, there shouldn't be any problem, right?
It has to be said that the identity of a living saint and the performance of performing miracles may not be noticeable in a world like Toaru Majutsu no Index, but for Type-Moon, it is still quite outstanding.

Even Loreleija, who knew the working styles of the evil members of the Holy Church and the Burial Bureau, had never doubted Roland's purity.

At least, this would not change at all until it was discovered that Kurohime-kun was kept by the other party as a maid.

With this thought in mind, although Loreleija had a lot of thoughts in her mind, she left without any reluctance and in a cool manner.

"Oh...what a good woman."

Watching the other person's leaving back, Roland sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Her figure, appearance, and temperament are all impeccable.

Although he is a lackluster human villain, Roland's aesthetic sense is still on point.

To be able to achieve this level of completion in modern times was, from a purely human perspective, very exciting, even to his increasingly critical eyes.

Not only could she be used as a pawn to mobilize magicians and even humans, but even as a beautiful girl, Lorelaia undoubtedly had great value.

Arriving at the right time was indeed the right decision.

Well... although the way he appears is more like a demon king breaking into the princess's castle than a hero, which is a bit subtle.

But for girls who grew up in an abnormal environment and for whom the evil in their hearts has become a part of their personality, this strategy may be more effective.

While Roland was lost in thought, on the other side, Smeeley, who had almost stopped thinking, finally understood the current situation from the conversation between the two.

"Are you the saint that Rita is targeting?"

The water demon's gaze was fixed on Roland, with cold murderous intent in his pupils.

From beginning to end, she never looked at Loreleija as she left.

This was not something difficult to understand, as she and Lord Baiyi were not in a relationship of superiors and subordinates, or allies of factions.

In the eyes of the ancestor of the dead apostles, the so-called neutral factions are nothing more than objects that have not yet started fighting each other.

Smily did agree to the commission from Lord White Wing, but agreeing doesn't mean she will really do it.

With Roland's interference, the fight that was originally going smoothly suddenly turned into an embarrassing situation where they could be attacked from both sides at any time.

Therefore, if the enemy takes the initiative to split its forces into two groups, why bother yourself with trouble?

Anyway, the culprit who will definitely lead to a fight is right in front of you, so you can just vent your anger on him.

Of course, such thoughts also flashed through Smily's mind.

But this was not the reason why she cast such a cold look at Roland.

"——How's that vampire who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun?"

Without waiting for Roland to answer the first question, Smily asked again, as if urging him.

On that beautiful face that was held high, the smile that was shown earlier when encountering an interesting and powerful enemy had completely disappeared, and in its place was an elusive solemnity and coldness.

Yes.

Rather than the important commission that was about to be completed, and the saint who suddenly appeared and made her fail, Smily was more concerned about Rita's situation.

Although the relationship between the Dead Apostles is basically one of mutual benefit, even their followers are the same, but there are always exceptions.

This is the case with the relationship between Rita and Smeeley.

Although one is a self-important aristocratic vampire and the other is a lazy and self-degrading shut-in, they have a very good relationship.

If one party feels bored, they will go find the other party and have a real fight with real weapons, using the fight to relieve their depression, and after the fight they can still chat together as if nothing had happened.

The reason why the White Wing Guild gave up recruiting them and chose to pay a price to entrust them was largely due to their helplessness about their twisted relationship.

"Let me ask you this first. What would you do if she died?"

Roland asked with a smile, without any nervousness.

"Of course I'll kill you."

Smily answered without hesitation. "Oh? What if she didn't die, but was captured by me and became my servant?"

"Then I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill her."

Smeeley slowly rose along the surface of the lake surrounding the woods, her expression so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out of it.

They blocked the surroundings tightly, fully demonstrating the girl's determination at the moment.

"That woman and I agreed that if one of us is about to die, that's when one of us will do the killing."

"If Rita has fallen to this point, it proves that she has stopped here. Rather than dying at the hands of some shady people, it is better for her to come with me and fulfill this promise."

Smeeley said in a deep voice.

After hearing Roland's second question, she realized that Rita didn't seem to be dead yet and felt relieved.

But having said that, the solemn atmosphere has not changed at all.

Obviously, she meant her answer seriously.

Roland had no doubt about this.

Although the other party had just shown that he was willing to give up his own interests and safety and prioritize Rita's revenge, which was a personal relationship that was even better than close friends.

But if Rita, who is now unable to move, is placed in front of Smeeley, she will definitely kill her completely and eat her.

This can be seen from the loving agreement that you are not allowed to die at the hands of anyone other than me.

For them, fighting is just an alternative form of caring, just like having a snack after a meal.

Smily bore no ill will or hostility toward Rita.

The only thing that exists in her heart is pure kindness.

——Rather than letting his best friend linger on with a completely defeated and distorted personality, it would be better to let her help him get rid of it.

In essence, it is a friendship similar to that between Naruto and Sasuke, where "even if my limbs are broken, I will bring you back."

It's just that since the people involved are the ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the expression is much more cruel.

So, I became Orochimaru?
Roland looked puzzled.

In front of such a pair of Dead Apostles with deep sisterly love, he arbitrarily broke the balance between the two, forcing them to kill each other to death even if they met in the future. In such a dark and cruel work, he is a complete villain.

But it was rare to meet a vampire slave who was almost mentally collapsed and who let himself do whatever he wanted. Roland, who had already planned a training plan, did not intend to let go easily.

In this case...he can only be a good person to the end.

Although restoring this broken friendship was essentially as futile as putting the broken pieces of a vase back together, it was not a problem at all for Roland.

In fact, with his rich experience, he had already found a solution.

——Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds if we could deal with Smeeley as well?

No matter how cute or twisted the girls are, no matter what conflicts there are between them, when he hugs them, the barriers between them will be eliminated immediately, and they will transfer their firepower to him out of a common hatred for the enemy.

Even a combination like a magician and a witch is no exception.

Therefore, as long as Smily can experience Rita's feelings, the two will definitely be able to understand each other.

"no way."

Roland sighed softly, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again.

Smithee frowned at this strange behavior and was just about to take the initiative.

Suddenly, she forcibly stopped the attack order, opened her eyes wide in surprise, and stood there in a daze.

the reason is simple.

Deep in Roland's gem-like pure pupils, a high-speed rotating magic circle had already emerged, and crimson flames were constantly blooming like flying rose petals.

"Rose Demon Eyes?"

Looking at the familiar pair of evil eyes, Smily came back to her senses from her shock.

As a being whose will has always been connected to the world, her sensitivity to the erosion of the Law of the Principle Blood Ring is also unparalleled among the ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

In addition, she and Rita have a close relationship that is like a replica of each other's trust in life and death. The two of them have long broken the taboo that the Principle is unique to Dead Apostles and must be strictly guarded, and have demonstrated the Principle to each other.

Even Smily has several Rose Mystic Eyes, which are simulated weakened versions of the principle blood ring.

Therefore, she could be sure that it was Rita's Mystic Rose Eyes.

Why can the saint use Rita's principle?
Although the principle blood ring can be inherited, even if we ignore the premise that Roland is a genuine human being, even if the successor is transformed by Rita herself, it is impossible to achieve exactly the same interpretation.

She couldn't understand.

So, after confirming the authenticity of the scene again and again, Smily quickly came up with the only answer -

"So you're okay, Rita?"

The water demon's expression looked much more relieved.

If it is Rita's magic eye, as long as the conditions permit, it can indeed achieve such a perfect disguise.

"I thought that when you were trying to capture the Saint, you used your magic eye to connect with his mind without thinking of the consequences, and then you provoked a being that you shouldn't have provoked in the depths of your memory, and that's how you ended up."

"You specially appeared as a saint and spared that Barthelmero. Is it because you encountered some unexpected gains and were so happy that you went crazy and planned to replace the White Wing Duke?"

As always, Smithley expressed her welcome to her friend with harsh sarcasm.

A mocking smile appeared on Roland's lips at the right time.

Then, like roses, layers of female shadows slowly appeared on his body.

Seeing this scene, Smily was slightly startled, but quickly reacted.

This illusion, which comes from memory but can actually exist in reality, is the best proof of Rita's identity.

If an outsider wants to replicate it, he must not only perfectly replicate Rita's principle blood ring, but also connect to Rita's mind in reverse.

The other party probably wanted to use this action to mock her reaction of being deceived by the magic eyes that she had seen countless times before.

This kind of sarcastic counterattack is really in line with the other party's style.

The girl completely let down her guard and prepared to get out of the water to greet her friend.

However, at the moment when Smily moved her body out of the water.

Her body suddenly stiffened, and her eyes suddenly became as sharp as a blade.

"No...you're not Lita!"

"What are you talking about? Could it be that you've been soaking in water for too long and even your brain has been filled with water? You haven't seen me for such a short time, and even I can't tell you apart?" The phantom paused and said with a sneer.

"It is just as you said."

"Whether it's the aura or the strength, or this kind of complacent reaction..."

All the information that Smithley perceived in her mind indicated that the other party was not a fake, but the real Rita Rojian.

Not to mention flaws, there isn't even a difference.

but--

Smeeley gently covered her chest.

Although it was hard to explain and even completely contrary to reason, the throbbing that arose in her heart at this moment was by no means false.

"My soul denies this answer!"

Smeeley said sharply, with a ferocious look on her face.

"You are definitely not Lita, answer me! Saint, what have you done to her!"

Hearing this, 'Rita' raised her head slightly and looked at Smily, as if trying to understand her words.

After a long silence, the phantom reached out and casually tore off the haze on his head, causing the camouflage on his body to quickly fall off as it withered.

"How disgusting..." Roland's mouth gradually widened, revealing an extremely evil smile.

"——Why can you see that?"

(End of this chapter)