The Dark Way of the Egoist: A Serial

Chapter 108 Paracelsus
The evening breeze blew through the window onto Dake's face, dispersing the slightly stuffy air in the room.

Taking a deep breath, Dak calmed his head.

Dark prepared to use local materials for the summoning circle, and used the blood of Ryunosuke Uesugi.

Fortunately, the room is big enough, and after moving away as much useless clutter as possible, there is still some open space.

Frankly speaking, Dak felt uncomfortable using human blood directly. It wasn't that he was scared or disgusted, but this kind of thing was always left to his subordinates in the past, and he didn't expect to have to do it himself now.

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Wait till 12 midnight.

Dak prepares to begin the summoning ritual.

Close the windows and draw the curtains.

Place the prepared holy relic in the middle of the magic circle.

Activate the magic circuit, convert magic power, connect the summoning circle - fortunately, I got to read the old bug's collection of books.

“Declare…

... "

Make yourself part of the ritual and connect to the Holy Grail which is the main system.

Dak could sense that his own magic power was mostly used as a beacon, and the main magic power of the ritual was supplied by the Holy Grail.

The vast magical power was transferred from Ryunosuke Uzumaki's broken arm to Dark's arm, transforming into a surreal magic crystal - the Command Seal.

Its image is a spiral of three magatama gradually extending and entangled.

"Cross the wheel of inhibition and emerge!
Guardian of Libra!"

The summoning circle was shining brightly at this time, and then a somewhat thin figure appeared there.

"Come as summoned... Caster Paracelsus has answered the call, Master." The tall man had a feminine face and a gentle voice.

It's the Chaldean shady guy called Bean Dad.

“Thank you for answering the call, caster.

My name is Matou Shinji, and I am your friend, the descendant of Machiri Zorgen. "Dark's attitude was very polite. He would need Paracelsus' help in many areas, especially since most of the casters were knowledgeable magicians.

Dark felt that it would not be difficult for them to exploit loopholes in the rules of the Holy Grail War system.

Moreover, taking the initiative to explain one's background can bring both parties closer together.

Even though he was very tired now, he had to say everything he needed to say.

"I see. No wonder this exists." The blueprint on the ground automatically flew into Paracelsus' hands.

"Machili, have his experiences been passed down?" He did not doubt the possibility that Dark was deceiving. This was too easy for him to verify. Even with just a quick glance around, the bugs on the ground revealed familiar traces of magic.

Talking about friends who shared the same ideals, Paracelsus was somewhat lost in reminiscence.

That is a memory worth cherishing.

“That’s actually why I secretly wanted to summon you.

Your friend, my grandfather.

The former Machirizolgen, now Matou Zouken, has completely degenerated into a monster.

Now he relies on insect magic to transfer his soul and eats fresh flesh to survive. "After carefully observing Paracelsus's expression, Dark said truthfully.

I'm sure Paracelsus will be very impressed when he sees the old bug...

"Is that so... So he is still alive? I understand." Paracelsus' eyes were a little sad. The Holy Grail would provide the basic knowledge of modern times, including time of course.

If Machirizorgen had lived until now, having lived for more than five hundred years, it would be normal for him to decay without any special means of delaying his life.

The drawings in his hand were crumpled into a ball, and it was obvious that he was in a very uneasy mood.

After all, lofty ideals cannot withstand the torrent of time. Time is indeed a butcher's knife. The two sides had exchanged views on their respective magic ways. Paracelsus knew that what Dark said could indeed be done.

"So, I would like to beg you to free the evil ways of the Matou family from these five hundred years of obsession." After explaining the reason, Dark finally expressed his thoughts.

He had no doubts about Paracelsus's abilities, especially as a Master who could see the faceplate of the contracted Servant.

Field Creation A and Item Creation EX fully proved that Paracelsus is completely trustworthy in terms of magic level.

“Then leave all these questions to me.

Although I'm not good at fighting, please leave any problems that can be solved with magic to me.

Summoning me now has exhausted you, so take a good rest, Master." Paracelsus waved his hand lightly, and the magic of nature change completely decomposed the body of Uryu Ryunosuke.

"Thank you very much, Caster." After hearing Paracelsus's assurance, Dak no longer resisted the physical fatigue.

Even though his mind was clear, his body obviously couldn't take it anymore.

It should be noted here that even if Dark's magic circuit is activated, it is currently in a very fragile state, even weaker than Ryunosuke Uzumaki.

This is also one of the reasons why he is obsessed with summoning caster servants.

As long as the Master does not hold back, it is easy for most casters to solve the supply of magic power.

"Thank you for your hard work." Looking down at Dak who was sleeping on the bed, Paracelsus gently covered him with the quilt.

The blue light radiated from the treasure in his hand, covering Dark's body. In order not to waste time, Paracelsus took advantage of Dark's rest and planned to "fine-tune" his body.

Although Dak didn't say it, Paracelsus knew without a doubt how difficult it was for a young child to secretly summon him.

Especially since he could tell that Dark's magic circuits were not in very good condition.

Although it was normal for a magician's offspring to have abnormalities, most of that was due to congenital adjustments and modifications made by their parents, or blood reversion, but Dark had nothing.

As for abnormalities in the brain and soul, they are not so easy to discover. Paracelsus cannot just dissect Dakra. The rules of the Holy Grail itself also restrict servants from causing subjective malicious harm to their masters.

After the adjustment, Paracelsus sent out his familiars to prioritize intelligence gathering.

Well, the main thing is to find spiritual vein nodes that are suitable for magic workshops.

It is also true that the caster class is not good at fighting.

Paracelsus closed his eyes and meditated, projecting his consciousness onto the familiar for precise control.

"Hmm???" It felt like the consciousness was split into two halves.

Paracelsus found half of his consciousness appearing outside a dark lair.

Forgive him for using the word "nest" to describe it, but through the crack in the door in front of him he could see a huge space filled with insects.

"This is the Master's memory." He reacted immediately.

A decayed old man, a miserable girl, a frightened boy.

And... that magic circle that Hu Ping put together randomly but was strangely usable.

“I see.

Machili... No, Machili is dead.

Now there is only Matou Zouken." After the memory began to rewind to Shinji's childhood when he was studying hard, Paracelsus took the initiative to break free from the illusion of memory. There was no need to watch it anymore.

If there is nothing wrong with this memory, let me grant you liberation!

...Machiri Zorgen.

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