Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Then let's go to the Matou family next. The two of us should be able to handle the fighting."

No matter what the other party is doing in secret, we can just burn it all to ashes.

Surtr picked up Avalon, tossed it into his backpack, and headed out the door.

As soon as she opened the classroom door and stepped out, she saw a harmless-looking guy with blue seaweed-like hair walking towards her.

Shinji Matou.

Client: Shinji Matou

[Mission: To acquire magical talent]

[Reward: 50 Primogems]

Oh so cheap.

Surtr paused.

"what happened?"

Medea asked from behind.

"We've met the Matou family. Let's check if we have any information before we go."

Since the other party had come to her doorstep, she had no reason to refuse.

Surtr stepped aside, making room for Medea to cast her spell.

Five minutes later.

Surtr and Medea left the classroom, leaving behind the red and blue figures sleeping in each other's arms.

"Master, you really have a perverse sense of humor."

Medea gave her Master a strange look.

"I'm just worried that they'll both catch a cold."

Surtr shrugged, feeling like he'd done another good deed.

As for what strange rumors might circulate at school tomorrow, it's simply a matter of the students' imaginations running wild; it has nothing to do with her.

"But then again, it's not surprising that Zouken Matou also summoned a Servant. No, it was probably expected."

Surtr recalled the information he had learned from Shinji Matou.

The content is not extensive, but what is noteworthy is that Zouken Matou hired a butler in a black robe to take care of his daily life.

This looks exactly like Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

Another reason is that the atmosphere at home has become increasingly strange over the past few years, and the other party is considering whether to move out.

It's probably Zouken Matou's doing, but Shinji doesn't really know anything about it either.

After all, he has basically been abandoned, and there is not much information that can be found out about him.

But it's a cursed wrist.

Unlike heroes like Lancer who excel in direct combat, Hassan is destined to be instantly killed if caught by Surtr.

However, she has to wait for the other party to get close on their own. The other party is very agile, and if they are determined to escape, she may not be able to catch up.

It needs to be a fatal blow.

"Medea, you go first, I'll support you."

After a brief moment of consideration, she spoke to Medea.

"Hey, shall I go first?"

It seemed they had heard something incredible.

"Master, I am just a weak and powerless caster. You won't punish me just because I teased you."

Medea cried and sobbed.

Surtr would have believed it if she hadn't shed a single tear.

However, this feeling is not bad, I suggest having more.

"I just wanted to lure Hassan out. Don't worry, you won't be in danger with me here."

"Surtr said. Master protecting Servant sounds somewhat contrary to the natural order, but considering the direct strength of the two, Medea felt there was nothing wrong with it."

"So, Master is planning to play dumb to take advantage of us?"

Medea understood.

"Yes."

"Alright, but Master would be better off reining in your restless magical energy. Servants are very perceptive."

Medea understood, her gaze lingering on Surtr as she offered a reminder.

The most direct way to judge a person's strength is to look at the magic power they exude.

Ordinary people don't have magic, so they are weak.

Magicians store some magic power in their bodies, but not much, just enough to make them slightly stronger than ordinary people.

The Servants themselves are made of magical energy, and their strength is visible to the naked eye.

The magical power emanating from their own Master is in no way inferior to that of a Servant; there's something wrong with it no matter how you look at it.

"If you're not good at it, I can teach you the technique of concealing your magic."

This technique is meaningless to Servants, but Masters are human? There shouldn't be any problem.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

She was indeed not good at it, or rather, she was completely unable to do it, since fire giants would never need a skill like controlling their magic.

Finding a quiet corner, Surtr closed his eyes and began to try, following Medea's instructions.

If she were to be compared to a ball of fire, then what she needs to do now is to keep the total amount of fire within her body to a level that goes unnoticed.

Shouldn't be difficult

Not difficult

Medea stood aside, watching Surtr's expression change from calm to tense to distorted and finally to ferocious.

Those who knew her thought she was restraining her magic, while those who didn't thought she was encountering some kind of inner demon.

Moreover, he didn't restrain himself at all; Medea felt as if he were a bomb about to explode.

He quickly retreated about ten meters and cast a shield on himself. It would be too hellish to be taken away by his own Master's self-destruction.

"Master, if it doesn't work, then forget it. I'll go and make you a concealment talisman. It shouldn't be a problem in a short time."

Medea said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Surtr's charged movement abruptly stopped, and then, like a deflated balloon, he slowly deflated.

Succeeded?

Medea blinked. In her perception, the power that had been as fiery and restless as the other party had become gentle and restrained, like a fountain turning into a lake.

Without careful investigation, one would only think of the other party as a slightly stronger magician.

Surtr opened his eyes and curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

"No need, but this is a bit tiring. Let's hurry over there."

It felt like trying to rein in a herd of wild horses; to be honest, it was a bit tiring.

"Why are you backing up so far? Do you think I can't control the explosion?"

Surtr gave Medea, who had retreated to the corner, a strange look on his face.

"Haha, how could that be? I have complete faith in Master."

With an awkward laugh, Medea quickly walked to Surtr's side and swiftly changed the subject.

"Let's hurry up, it's getting dark."

"alright."

Surtr didn't dwell on it much, shrugged, and walked straight towards the Matou family's residence.

half an hour.

Inside the dark basement of the Matou family home.

The gaunt old man stood on a high platform, with a black sludge covering the entire space in front of him, emanating a heavy sense of malice.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from my mind.

"Master, a Servant is coming. Judging from the direction, they are coming for us."

"Oh, which group is it?"

The old man asked.

His voice was deep and damp, as if he had a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat.

"It looks like it should be Caster."

"Caster? Heh."

As if he had heard some good news, the old man chuckled.

The wooden cane on his palm rests on the ground.

A deep sound echoed in the basement.

Beneath the old man, the silt began to churn and hiss. Crimson eyes peered out from beneath the mud, and a massive shadow loomed in the center, nearly filling half the space.

The old man's deep-set eyes were filled with fervor.

"Then let them come. Perfect timing, they can't wait to taste the flavor of Servants."

fsn: Chapter 10 is finally here!

The Matou residence is not far from Eiguni Academy, less than a ten-minute taxi ride away.

That's enough for now.

Surtr stopped the car when a luxurious villa came into view.

"Okay, that'll be two thousand six hundred yuan in total."

"That's expensive!" Surtr paused as he reached for his cash. It would cost over a hundred yuan in RMB, and it was only less than three kilometers away.

Their meager savings dwindled once more, and the two got out of the car.

"Ladies, although I don't know why you've come here, people often go missing in this area, so it's best not to stay too long."

Before leaving, the honest-looking driver suddenly gave a reminder.

This must have been made by Zouken Matou, Surtr thought to himself.

That old guy hunts humans just to survive. He's eaten countless people over the years; he deserves to die a thousand times over.

"Thank you for reminding me."

After bidding farewell to the driver, Medea set up a barrier around them to repel people.

The distant mountains swallowed the last rays of the setting sun, and night enveloped the earth.

At this time, bedbugs from the sewers often come out and become active, which is also a good time to get rid of them.

"What a disgusting place."

In front of the courtyard gate, Medea, who had put her black robe back on, subconsciously touched her nose with her hand, her face showing visible disgust.

The villa was quite luxurious, but for some reason it gave off a gloomy feeling.

Surtr could only sense that something was wrong with the mansion, but Medea, being a magician, clearly had a much clearer understanding.

The mansion was filled with a decaying, dark magic, like a garbage dump piled with rotting fruit, constantly emitting a nauseating stench.

The entire villa had been transformed into a paradise for the insect swarm, and in a way, it disgusted her in ways different from the workshop of her previous useless Master.

"Hehe, it seems my magic trick has displeased you two."

A hoarse, damp voice came from inside the door. An old man, leaning on a wooden cane, wearing a dark gray kimono, hunched over, and without a single hair on his head, walked out of the house and chuckled at the two people outside.