Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"..."

Olga Marie was at a loss for words, so she could only glare at Samael a few times in anger before turning away gracefully, leaving him with the back of her head.

However, as soon as he took a step, a pattern of light lit up the sand.

"What is this?" Olga Marie turned her head stiffly.

“Explosive talisman…” Samael nodded gravely, raising his hand to cover his eyes.

"Boom!"

Immediately, a burst of fire erupted, and Olga Marie, who had unfortunately stepped on a rune mine, was sent flying high into the air before being swept away by the blast wave and slammed into the sand like a giant onion.

I told you not to do anything reckless.

Samael sighed as he pulled the utterly unlucky Olga Marie out.

"I'll fight you!"

As soon as she was freed, Olga Marie was overcome with grief and lunged at Samael, ready to fight him to the death.

"Aren't you afraid there are still explosive tags?"

However, a gentle reminder immediately deflated Olga Marie, who froze on the spot.

"Alright, wipe your face first."

Olga Marie pouted as she looked at the pack of wet wipes thrown into her hand and silently tidied herself up.

A moment later, Samael walked over from the Harley-Davidson cruiser parked nearby, carrying some snacks and two bottles of mineral water, and handed them over.

Olga Marie pursed her slightly chapped lips, did not refuse, squatted down, unscrewed the lid, opened the package, and began to eat.

At first, the former director of Chaldea was somewhat reserved, but as soon as the moist water entered her throat, she quickly abandoned her image and began to wolf it down.

After the girl devoured the water and food with lightning speed, Samael sat on the sand and asked her in an annoyed tone.

"Tell me, how did it come to this?"

Upon hearing this, Olga Marie, whose emotions had just begun to stabilize, immediately broke down and began to recount her tragic experiences over the past period.

Two days ago, during a spirit teleportation that descended over Snowfield City, she and her Master were ambushed and veered off course, crashing into this desolate desert.

However, they soon discovered that the place was not deserted, but occupied by a group of natives.

During their initial contact, the two sides became estranged for some reason and were forced into a physical fight.

As a result, the alien god residing in her body was severely injured and forced into a deep sleep, which is why it was her alternate personality's turn to take control of this body.

However, since she was completely unfamiliar with the power of the alien gods, Olga Marie had a treasure trove but didn't know how to use it, so she could only resort to sneak attacks in her current form.

"The alien god has been defeated?"

Upon hearing this explosive news, Samael's expression changed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

how can that be!

Olga Marie pouted in frustration, her face contorted with bitterness.

"I didn't want to either, but those natives also have a heroic spirit behind them, and it's a very strange and powerful one!"

"Even He is no match for him?"

"We were careless and got ambushed!"

Samael ignored Olga Marie's explanation and frowned deeply.

Even if it was a sneak attack, someone who could beat an alien god into a state of depression is definitely not a simple character!

It seems that the reason for the Snowfield City's singularity is indeed hidden in this desert.

Summoning his slightly agitated mood, Samael casually inquired about more details.

"By the way, how did you get into a fight with the locals?"

Olga Marie swallowed hard, her gaze drifting over the scattered pieces of sand scorpion carcasses around her.

"We accidentally ate the scorpions they were raising."

"..."

Samael stood speechlessly in the air filled with the aroma of meat and burnt protein.

Just for a bite to eat?

A deafening explosion echoed from behind the distant sand dunes, sending dust billowing high into the air. The weary ancient serpent rubbed its forehead, its brow aching, and waved its hand weakly.

"They're all on our side, let them stop."

Since Olga Marie is here, there's no doubt that the person opposite her is Fujimaru Tachibana.

Her little trick of turning the tables on him just now is quite in line with her personality.

Olga Marie responded, instinctively closing her eyes, preparing to call upon her Master to stop.

"Boom"

However, a giant hand made of endless yellow sand slammed down in front, the earth shook and trembled, and rolling air waves rose all around. The overwhelming sandstorm extinguished the sun's brilliance, bringing boundless chaos and madness.

wrong……

Samael and Olga Marie instinctively looked at each other, their eyes meeting, and they read the same answer in each other's eyes.

There are experts too!

~~~~

Meanwhile, magicians dressed in black robes gathered around the sand dunes, set up a barrier, and unleashed their firepower on the two uninvited guests in the center.

Leading them was a little girl with brown skin wearing a white dress.

As the girl gently waved her hand, the surrounding sand and dust instantly condensed into towering palms, crashing down to the ground. At the same time, a huge vortex of quicksand appeared on the dunes, trapping the two outsiders.

Clearly, this land has become one with the girl's life, manipulating powerful magic with maximum efficiency without any incantation, forcibly expanding magic circuits across the land.

They can also speak while silently organizing magical structures within their own bodies and providing themselves with a continuous source of magic power by connecting to the earth's ley lines.

Tiny Cherke, a child of God born from the despair and hope of this land.

She was a priestess created over generations to achieve her tribe's revenge.

A clan that has been guarding the land for generations, independent of the church.

Through the hands of countless magicians and a portion of those in power, tribes, kneeling under pressure from both sides on the outside and inside of the magic world, sacrificed themselves, literally, to the land they had guarded for generations, in order to one day reclaim their land.

A magic mark imprinted on a newborn.

It differs somewhat from the magic markings used in Western magic; these are patterns carved through reason. Through these patterns, the magic circuit itself is forcibly connected to the spiritual veins of the land, serving as a catalyst for magic.

It is a wish.

It is a miracle.

It was a shout.

It is a loop.

It was a sacrificial offering.

It is—a curse brewed from the lives of thousands upon thousands.

The magician's actions in managing the land are tantamount to entering into a contract with the land.

It is a pure curse, made in the name of a vow, and is extremely simple.

If one moves to a place beyond the reach of the land's spiritual energy, one will die.

In return, by assimilating the land and one's own life, one can wield powerful magic with maximum efficiency without any incantation.

Force the magic circuits to expand across the land and then pass them on to future generations.

Tini Clerk, too, was a device born as a sacrifice prepared for the next generation, as an inheritor who would pass on her genetic material and imprint to the next generation at the end of her suffering.

She had twelve older brothers and nine older sisters.

However, they were all sucked into the earth.

They were sacrifices necessary for the assimilation of the human body's magical circuits and the earth's spiritual veins, and at that end, Tini's body finally gained magical abilities sufficient to surpass her father's.

Then, she also bears the fate of ensuring that the next generation of descendants, whether sons or daughters, all of whom are of good character, must repeat the same process—

But the Holy Grail War disrupted this destiny.

That was the reason why the magicians wanted to take the land from Tiny's ancestors.

The usurpers are now planning to fulfill their desires.

The clan that guarded the land immediately entrusted her with a heavy responsibility, and began to instill in Tini the knowledge of the Holy Grail War and the magic needed for the battle.

In order to make Tini Cerque the Master of the Holy Grail War.

It is true that they respected her as the head of their clan.

Although there are dissenting voices and opponents within the clan, they are only a minority.

At the same time, they also understood that Tini was both a leader who should be respected and a sacrifice to complete the mission—a catalyst that had to be drained dry in order to fulfill the curse of "reclaiming the land".

However, she was not a pathetic puppet manipulated by the tribe.

She herself was prepared to give up her life in participating in this Holy Grail War.

Even if it wasn't the tribe's will, but rather the will controlled by a destiny passed down through generations.

In fact, Tini Clerk had accepted from childhood the fact that she was born as a curse placed upon usurpers by magicians.

Now, she is simply fulfilling her duty, fighting for the future of her tribe and reclaiming the land for her people!

Chapter 75 Call me brother? Call me dad, either is fine!

boom!

Two figures, struggling left and right in the sandstorm, were once again forced back to their original positions by the dense spells and collided heavily together.

How did it get like this?

As Xiao Ai spat out the sand that had been forced into her mouth, she glanced wistfully at the red-haired, orange-eyed girl beside her.

"See? I already told you it wasn't me."

Fujimaru Tachibana, with her hands shrugged under the Arabic-style hood, looked innocent and frustrated.

Originally, I just heard some noise today and went out hunting as usual, hoping to find some leftover food to fill my stomach.

It must be said that the sand scorpions raised by those natives are incredibly crispy and flavorful when roasted, with more than five times the protein of beef, making them an absolute top choice for replenishing energy.

As a result, instead of finding a bargain, they encountered a problem.

This little girl with gray hair and golden eyes first destroyed her Stand magic with a lightsaber, and then relentlessly chased after her, slashing at her.

I'm just out here trying to make a living, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

While Fujimaru Tachibana was feeling frustrated and annoyed, he looked at the black-clad magicians surrounding the sand dunes, and his bitterness deepened.

I don't know if these locals have fallen seriously ill, but they're chasing her and Mary around like rabbits all day long, making it impossible for them to eat or sleep properly.

"Ahem, let me make this solemnly declared: it was she who killed your monster sentinels. We don't know her, and we have absolutely no connection with her!"

Fujimaru Tachibana chuckled awkwardly, raising her hands above her head and cautiously asking, "So, may I leave now?"

A pair of eyes, hidden beneath the black robes, stared coldly as they slowly raised their wands.

"No? No way..."

Fujimaru Tachibana muttered sullenly, then turned to look at Xiao Ai beside him, his expression stern, and he suddenly rose up with determination.

"There's no other way, let's all attack together and capture the leader!"

In the critical moment, Xiao Ai instinctively responded, wielding her red and black lightsaber, cleaving through several chains of quicksand, and heading straight for Tini atop the sand dune.

"Protect His Highness!"

The local magicians instinctively gathered around Chieftain Tini, unleashing a barrage of spells at the two audacious intruders.

Under the intense onslaught, Fujimaru Tachibana, who was at the forefront, was immediately hit and his body exploded with a bang, followed by a thick white mist that caused a brief period of chaos.

At that moment, Xiao Ai, who was rushing headlong towards the sand dunes, suddenly paused, and a certain answer flashed through her mind.