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This was his goal. For this purpose, he spent more money to buy a building in Fuyuki City and turned it into his own fortress.

"I'm still a novice in the Magic Association, and I'm risking my reputation by participating in the Holy Grail War. Unlike El-Melloi's half-hearted, playful attitude last time, I want to win. After all, the investment is different."

Atram Galliastra sat on the sofa, hugging the beautiful women around him, and told the servants he summoned what he was thinking.

That was in the distant past, in the era of ancient Greek mythology, the treacherous witch Medea was very famous.

Even when facing the legendary existence, Atram was not too restrained or afraid. He even seemed calm and composed, with the pride of being a rich young man.

He asked like a middle-aged man who had experienced the ways of the world, "Do you think money can buy a title or glory?"

Even though he looked only 25 years old, Atram, who said these words, inexplicably had the vicissitudes of life of a man in his thirties.

Or it could be said that there is a funny sense of vicissitudes of life, which is obviously not that great, but it is pretending to be funny and vicissitudes of life.

Medea listened to these words, but she did not laugh at him. Instead, she answered seriously:

"No, anything that can be used, regardless of its value, is your power. If you use materials as weapons, then there will be corresponding strategies."

Atram scoffed and shook the cigar in his hand. "Don't make the mistake. As a magician, I am ready to suppress other Masters. Come with me, and I will take you to a place."

He stood up and took Medea to another place.

As the elevator continued to rise, they came to a blocked area. As the door opened, the scene inside made Medea's expression change slightly.

Inside was a huge machine, with tubes connected to the surrounding transparent glass jars. All the tubes converged in the middle, where there was a machine with a special structure, like a control console.

These are nothing, but what makes Medea most dissatisfied is that there are children imprisoned in those glass containers around her, curled up and without any consciousness!

And the total number of these children is six!

Medea recognized what this place was at a glance. She frowned and asked, "Is this the Alchemy Workshop?"

"My family's magic system uses a price to generate magic power, using the most primitive curse, such as living sacrifices. This workshop, however, uses a more modern and efficient system. I'll make one for you to see."

Just as Medea was wondering, at the instruction of Atram, the women beside her, who were obviously his subordinates, picked up the tablet in their hands and pressed it. Soon, the liquid in the jar rose, covering all the children.

Once covered, they will be refined and transformed into pure magic!

This made Medea frown. She turned around and said, "Can you stop? This gathering of magic power is unnecessary."

But it was obvious that Atram had no intention of listening to his servants. He did not allow them to stop, and his subordinates would not stop either. The speed of the machines was always very fast. In just a moment, all the children were turned into bloody blood. Without any residue, they flowed into the middle area through the tubes.

At that moment, with the operation of electricity, the magic was activated, and a small transparent crystal appeared on the middle platform.

It was a pure crystal of magic power, extremely rich and extremely precious.

"That's really strange. Didn't you kill your own children casually in the legend? Why do you care about the lives of these guys?"

Atram continued to proudly introduce the machine, "Fresh materials are always better. It used to take a month to refine, but now it only takes a moment."

The more he spoke, the prouder he became. He even pointed to the distance where many children were hanging. All of them were hanging like this. None of them were awake and it was obvious that they were all in a coma.

"Don't worry about the materials. They won't be found in Fuyuki City. They're all top-notch goods imported from other places."

"Ah, this really surprises me. So this is how I'm described in the legend? The witch of betrayal."

The sudden voice and Medea's words startled Atram. He looked at Medea with some confusion: "Don't you know what you did?"

"Jason? That blond, pretty boy? I did know him, and even participated in the Argonaut adventure, but the story you've recorded is completely different.

"He's also a smooth-talking blond kid, but compared to you, my Master, I think he's not that disgusting, he's even cute."

Medea raised her hand lightly with words full of ridicule, and tapped lightly on the base of the magic crystal about the size of a walnut that had just been generated with the lives of six children. Suddenly, a strong light burst out from it, and a huge crystal appeared on it, almost as big as a football!

Watching this scene, Atram's expression turned extremely ugly. He exclaimed, "What on earth is happening?! Why did magic appear out of nowhere?!"

"Nothing? Oh, for you modern magicians, you really can't see anything. The technology for generating magic power is still a stage, no, a dimension apart, right?"

"So, what about the chant? I put all my effort into designing this to shorten the chanting time in this workshop. That's how the alchemy chant can be completed in just three days and three nights!"

As a result, this once again ushered in Medea's ridicule: "I don't need to chant at all. For me, magic is just a command."

Medea said this, looking around and saying, "Although what you did was quite excessive, as a contractor, please stop using this workshop and release these people."

"No, I really don't know much about servants." Atram said self-deprecatingly, smiling at Medea. Then he raised his right hand, and the mark on his right hand emitted a red light.

"I hereby order you with the Command Seal not to use your Noble Phantasm against me!"

There was no smile anymore, and the voice was even filled with hostility. At this moment, one of the three Command Seals disappeared with the order, but then an extremely powerful force began to restrain Medea, not allowing her to do anything that would directly use the Noble Phantasm to harm the man in front of her.

Medea looked at the other person in confusion, as if she had not expected this development. In response to Medea's reaction, Atram walked up to her with a smile and then swung his fist.

"If you get attacked by a treacherous witch, you'll be in big trouble!"

While swinging his fist, he even mocked Medea.

He wanted to make the other person understand that he was the master, and no matter how legendary the other person was, he was just a dog.

However, his fist was blocked, as if blocked by something, and had no effect on the woman in front of him.

He felt as if his hand had hit something hard, and the force of his punch was reflected back with almost no attenuation, making his facial expression distorted at this moment.

It hurts, it hurts so much, it feels like a punch hitting a steel plate!

"You called me a treacherous witch, but you were the one who took the initiative and broke the promise, my Master?"

The mockery came out of Medea's mouth. The hood on her head had fallen, revealing her pretty face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes were as if she was looking at a clown.

"And don't you know that as a magician, you should always be prepared? Otherwise, I would have been punched in the face by you just now."

Medea's words pierced Atram's heart like a sharp knife, stabbing his self-esteem.

"Although it doesn't match my own experience, this legend itself also gives me some convenience." Medea said, and a strange dagger that was curved like lightning appeared in her hand.

She raised the dagger and looked at Atram.

"You, you can't do anything to me. This is the order of the Command Seal!"

As a result, Medea attacked without hesitation, but the dagger did not stab Atram. In Atram's puzzled eyes, the dagger stabbed into Medea's own body!

"Are you stupid?!" Atram looked at a fool and laughed loudly, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish. Kill yourself, Medea!"

The Command Spell took effect, and disappeared with a shining red light, but Medea looked at the other party with mockery. She gently touched her wound, and the place where the blood was flowing began to heal.

This change startled Atram, and he felt a surge of fear.

"What's going on?! Why aren't the Command Spells working?!"

He shouted and raised his arm again, wanting to repeat the order!

Then, a cold light flashed!

A sharp pain came over him, eroding his brain and stopping his thinking!

Chapter 57: The Holy Grail War

Atram's arm fell to the ground, and along with the broken arm, blood spurted out. The blood also spilled all over the ground, filling the space with a pungent smell of blood.

"I'm sorry, I still have some use for the Command Seals. I can't let you waste them like this, my former Master."

The magic power gathered and turned into a rope, which bound the severed hand and brought it to Medea. Medea glanced at the women who were now facing a great enemy, and the smile on her face became even more intense.

She temporarily ignored Atram's subordinates and turned to look at the blond man who was rolling on the ground and wailing.

"You can live for now. I won't let you die. After all, I still need you to provide me with the magic power for my daily actions."

As she spoke, she even glanced at the glass jars around her. This glance made Atram forget the pain of the broken wall for a moment, and instead he felt even greater fear.

If I were thrown into this, I would definitely die!

"I told you I won't let you die. If you die, it will make the process of refining my magic power more troublesome. After all, I am just a Servant now, and I am subject to many restrictions."

The gentle smile frightened Atram, and he roared loudly: "Witch, treacherous witch! I, I shouldn't have summoned you!

"You, you guys hurry up and kill her!"

He frantically urged his subordinates, but none of these women dared to move. Under the pressure of the terrifying magic power, everyone felt as if something was pressing on them, and it was extremely difficult to move even a step!

"Witch? Betrayal?! Only the witch is right."

Medea looked down at Atram. At this moment, her eyes were majestic, like a king in a high position.

"The one standing before you is the princess who participated in the Battle of Guigantes, slew several sons of Typhon, befriended the gods, and ultimately became the Immortal Witch of Colchis. Does this little Command Seal give you the courage to speak so harshly about me?!"

Atram was filled with fear, confusion, and regret. He didn't know why he had failed and why the Command Spell had suddenly become ineffective. He was trembling, feeling the life draining away from his arm. He was already feeling dizzy. As the blood continued to flow, he would surely die from excessive blood loss!

As a result, Medea just raised her hand slightly, and Atram immediately felt extreme pain coming from his broken arm.

He looked at his broken arm in horror, only to find that flames were burning there. Under the licking of the flames, his wound was quickly scorched, and his blood vessels and other parts were scorched, and the bleeding was stopped instantly!

This woman is a devil, absolutely a devil!

Atram wailed in his heart, but didn't dare to say anything. He was trembling. Even though he still didn't know what was going on, he didn't dare to ask again, fearing that the other party would suddenly remember some tricks and then torture him!

Then, Medea gave the order.

She gave the order to these women who originally belonged to Atram.

"Release these children. Of course, you can take them hostage, but I only released them to make me feel good. If I'm not in a good mood, I don't mind killing you all."

With just a few simple words, these people immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking these children as hostages and then threatening Medea to release Atram.

The legendary witch who killed her own children most likely did as she said, releasing these children just for fun. If I do something against her wishes, then this place will most likely be massacred.

Everyone is going to die!

No one wants to try this kind of thing because no one wants to die!

After completing these things, Medea simply locked Atram in this place with a magic rope, then turned around and left, returning to the comfortable living room. She sat on the sofa like the owner of the place.

"As long as we rely on the power of the Holy Grail, we should be able to find him!"

The corners of Medea's mouth curled up, and a determined light flashed in her eyes.

"I must win this Holy Grail War!"

Then, she looked at the strange dagger in her hand and played with it carefully.

"The Ten Thousand Symbols will break the rules, causing all the magic of the person stabbed to break, thus ending the contract, etc. This Noble Phantasm represents betrayal. It's said to be a Noble Phantasm born from my own divinity, but I have no idea what it is. It's really... strange!

"Maybe if I find Morpheus later, he can give me some explanation."

The woman thought so and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

……

Located in the new capital of Fuyuki City, this area had to be rebuilt due to a fire ten years ago. This also made it lose its old style and turned into a jungle of steel and concrete.

This is a bookstore, but it is closed and there are no staff left.

Continue down and follow the stairs into the basement, where you can find a lot of people gathered.

All around, candles are lit, and the positions of these candles have their own characteristics, corresponding to certain specific directions.

On the ground in the middle of the room was a magic circle. The circle looked extremely complicated and was filled with various words.

Many people wearing black cloaks surrounded the magic circle, as if they were praying.

Finally, after finishing their prayers, the figure sitting at the front said in a deep voice, "The Holy Grail War has begun. In order to destroy this boring ritual that only brings destruction, we must act!"

Those people knelt down and expressed their respect to the figure.

"I will obey your will, Saint. May God bless us and wipe out this evil existence!"

The figure known as the Saint nodded slightly, and she said again:

"Although we are followers of the demonic path, we are different from them. We are driven by goodness. To prevent the tragedy of ten years ago from happening again, we must dig out the root of this evil and destroy everything, so that this world will never have to endure such sorrow again!"

Her voice was full of incitement, and those people made sounds of agreement one by one, and then turned into a unified shout.

"In obedience to your will, Saint, under the watchful eye of the great God, we will practice justice and spread the gospel of God, simply to bring goodness to this filthy world!"

Finally, these people stood up and left one by one. Soon, only the woman called the Saint was left in the basement.

She stood up and left as well. As she left, she took off her cloak, revealing her petite figure underneath.

She has long purple hair and purple eyes, and she is wearing the school uniform of Hogunhara Academy, and all of this foreshadows her identity.

She is just a high school student, a high school girl who is not taken seriously by others.

A voice appeared from the void and entered her mind.

"Why are you taking me to see these?" The woman's voice was full of confusion, as if she didn't understand why that happened just now.

Such secret things should be kept to oneself.