I let the genie out of the bottle

"Who goes there?" Hearing a faint sound behind him, a magician turned around warily, as if facing a formidable enemy.

These magicians had no choice but to be cautious, after all, guarding this place was an order given by the Demon King.

however--

When he finally saw who the person behind him was...

"The Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne!"

The magician immediately let out a gasp.

Another god-slayer!

"I want to go in and take a look. You shouldn't have any objections, right?" The Black Prince glanced casually at the magician on guard and said in a nonchalant tone.

It was less of a question and more of an order.

"no!"

The magician, with a strong will to survive, shook his head repeatedly.

"Humph."

The Black Prince snorted coldly and walked towards his target location.

then.

Looking at the blonde figure posing seductively in front of him, the Black Prince began to wonder if he had made a wrong decision.

At the very least, you should put on a pair of sunglasses.

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Chapter Fifty-Three: I feel I won't lose!

"Hahahaha, Tony, you really have become like this."

Upon seeing the blond figure, the Black Prince immediately burst into laughter once again.

Mocking a god-slayer of the same caliber as himself to his face is an irrational act, that was the Black Prince's initial thought.

However, when he saw Salvatore Tony in person, he couldn't resist.

In front of him, a blond figure held a glass of tequila, drinking it with a somewhat depressed expression.

This renowned Sword King was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique. If he were to appear in public, he would surely elicit cheers from many young women.

but......

He was wearing a pink skirt on his lower body.

Although it looks ridiculous and funny, but—

The Black Prince silently turned his head away and rubbed his eyes.

One of those legs was still wearing white stockings, but golden leg hair stubbornly peeked out from the gaps.

On the other leg, the hair had only been shaved halfway.

In particular, this guy had heavy blush on his face—a stark contrast to the light stubble on his chin.

"Hey, Tony, what happened to you?" The Black Prince turned his back, refusing to look at the Sword King behind him, and asked in a deliberately serious tone.

Moreover, he only realized it now—

The amount of magical power in Tony's body is far too little.

Moreover, it feels different from the feeling of having exhausted one's spell power.

It seems that my fellow newborn is much more troublesome than I imagined.

Thinking about this, he even began to doubt whether he should have come at all.

"Or do you really want to... crossdress... become an idol?" He paused, then slowly said.

At this point, he turned around and glanced at Tony again.

That's really disgusting...

However, this guy doesn't seem to be under mind control.

“I’m puzzled too.” Salvatore Tony looked completely bewildered, raising a hand to rub his head. “I feel perfectly normal mentally, my memory is intact, and my thinking is very clear—”

"But, for some reason, I suddenly had the idea of ​​dressing up as a woman and becoming a popular idol."

"Because of this idea, I'm not even as enthusiastic about swordsmanship anymore—it's as if my interest in swordsmanship has suddenly shifted to this."

"My memory and logic tell me that I must have been tricked by that guy. But emotionally, I have a strange feeling that this is normal."

"It's as if I suddenly realized this hobby."

"I see, that's really troublesome." The Black Prince fell silent for a moment.

Very headache.

He wasn't just worried about how to relieve Tony's current state; he was just trying it out as a last resort.

What troubles him most is how he should deal with this power.

"Tony, how long do you think this power will last?" the Black Prince asked, clinging to a sliver of hope.

It'll be interesting to see Tony's reaction once the duration is over.

When that time comes, you must come and take a look.

“I don’t think this is time-limited.” Tony put down his glass, his expression a mix of relief and something else. “It’s good that this is the case, it’s good that I can stay like this. Otherwise, it would be quite unbearable when I recover.”

"But isn't this even worse? Never to recover?"

Tony paused for a moment.

He grabbed a wine glass and smashed it at the Black Prince.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter—speaking of which, I've already thought of my debut lines."

As he spoke, he stood up, his well-built muscles seemingly gleaming in the sunlight.

Then, I straightened the skirt I was wearing.

"Hello everyone, I'm Wang Dongni, an independent trainee who has been practicing for two and a half years. I like singing, dancing, rapping, and swordsmanship~"

My eyes are almost blind.

"By the way, if I debut as an idol, do you want to join me?"

Tony wore a bright, sunny smile, just like the one he once wore when he saw a fellow countryman and raised his sword to strike.

"In that case, we can become a group, and I've even thought of a name for the group: Backstreet Girls."

So, the Black Prince Alec imagined himself being affected.

"Hello everyone, I'm your little cutie, Princess Alec~"

Grass.

He covered his face.

If that day ever comes, I'll probably be laughed to death by that woman.

"I'd rather you come and chop me with your sword." The Black Prince raised a hand to his forehead, his voice weak and feeble.

"Don't be so heartless, rejecting me so quickly." Tony shook his head, looking somewhat regretful, yet also seemingly holding onto some principles.

"Although I felt a little uncomfortable at first, and even scared myself with my own thoughts, after actually trying it, I found that it felt pretty good."

"You know, I'm planning to invite that old man over in a while, and then the three of us will be a team. If you agree now, you can become his senior."

mmp.

"I refuse. You can play by yourself."

The Black Prince shook his head and turned to leave.

but--

Just as he was about to leave at lightning speed, he turned back and asked a question.

"You idiot, you don't actually want to fight anyone anymore, and you're only thinking about these things, do you?"

"Yes, I feel that these things are more interesting than fighting."

The Sword King grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth.

"Hmph, is that so?" The Black Prince nodded noncommittally, and then his figure vanished in an instant, turning into a bolt of lightning.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Tony and threw a punch without any hesitation.

then.

"Of course I'm lying!"

The Sword King revealed a maniacal smile and immediately slammed a fist into his face.

"Hey, Alec! Want to fight? I don't think I'll lose!"

"Fighting you now? Forget it." Gently rubbing his face, the Black Prince suppressed the rising fighting spirit within him and said in an uninterested tone.

"Given your current depleted magical power, I have no interest in bullying you."

“Don’t say that! When we successfully killed the god, weren’t we in a much more difficult situation?” Salvatore Tony said, grabbing a broom that was lying next to him, removing the broom handle, and swinging it around a couple of times.

Although his internal magical power was depleted, it seemed that turning it into a demonic sword was still not a problem.

"Not interested." The Black Prince put his hands in his pockets, turned and left, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

Hmph, isn't this the same as before?

Although... it was indeed a bit disgusting.

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Chapter Fifty-Four: True Courage

"Although Tony himself seems to say that he's not bad looking now, but..."

The Black Prince slowly walked out of the gate of Tony's residence, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Once he recovers, his opinion will probably be different."

"So, if I can help him with this, I should be able to make him feel indebted—although it's also possible that he'll eventually stop fighting with me."

"But in any case, it's worth a try."

Everything is for the purpose of fulfilling one's own desires.

Known as the Black Prince Aree... the god-slayer of Aree, whose real name is Alexander Gascoigne.

Gascoigne heard the story of the Holy Grail from his father when he was very young.

His father was a not-so-powerful magician, but also an adventurer who was fervently searching for the legendary Holy Grail, which was said to contain the blood of a god.

Growing up in such a family, he learned countless things about the Holy Grail from his father from a young age, which instilled in him a strong longing for this legendary treasure.

His father died, and he, a weak magician, perished on his quest for the Holy Grail.

However, Alec had little time for sentimentality. Instead, he carried on his father's legacy and followed his own wishes, embarking on his father's path as a mediocre magician in pursuit of the Holy Grail.

It was during his pursuit of the Holy Grail that he encountered the God of Disobedience, survived by doing everything in his power, and became a god-slayer.

Becoming a god-slayer made him very happy, because with this power he believed he would be able to find the Holy Grail, fulfill his father's last wish, and also achieve his own.

"If there is such a thing as destiny, then this must be destiny's arrangement. Using the power usurped after defeating the fallen angels, we are searching for the Messiah's treasure."

Whenever he said this to himself, a childlike, innocent smile would appear on his face.

All his efforts after becoming a god-slayer were for this very wish.

He succeeded, discovering the whereabouts of the Holy Grail—the treasure he had longed for was in the hands of the goddess Guinevere.

For this reason, he once followed in the footsteps of the Divine Ancestor and fought against him.