Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

However, the first people to learn the news were related people like Toosaka Aoi. In order to avoid causing any unnecessary suspicion, Roland did not intentionally look for the traces of the Toosaka mother and daughter. He did not expect to get such a pleasant surprise while working part-time.

"Well, it's time to prepare for the move. According to Toosaka Aoi, it will probably be around next week."

Roland bit his nails unconsciously, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Although he had no interest in the Holy Grail War and did not want to disrupt his peaceful life, Roland was still collecting traces of the Contracted Spirits, whether for maintenance or for future considerations.

As for how to find it, it is not a difficult task. The Contract Spirit is not a natural product, but a creation of the Key of All Spirits. Without the knowledge and help provided by the Key of All Spirits, it is impossible to successfully establish a contract with the Contract Spirit, or even digest his power.

The escaped spirit will follow its instinct and attach itself to objects or creatures that attract it. If it's an object, it's still okay, as at most it will gradually devour the user and drive him crazy, but if it attaches itself to a creature, it's very dangerous.

If the inspiration is lower, you will probably just often hear invisible whispers, and won't be able to utilize the power of the spirit. At most, you will gain some knowledge from other worlds that you can't understand, and finally develop twisted obsessions and gradually go crazy. This ending is not too bad.

What is truly terrifying is those 'lucky ones' who are very compatible with the price of the contract spirit and have higher inspiration. While borrowing the power of the contract spirit, their own souls and essences will be polluted by this power between life and death. Those who are luckier will just lose their own personality and become unreasonable lunatics. Those who are unlucky will directly become twisted monsters and even cause a disaster that affects the entire world.

But until now, Roland has not obtained any information about abnormal phenomena. Under the pretext of getting familiar with the environment, he has already visited several famous scenic spots during the fixed walking time in the past few days.

Pretending to be a tourist to visit Ryudo Temple, he accidentally passed by the vicinity of Tousaka and Matou's residences, and even took the time to take a walk in the suburbs. The Key of All Souls was still silent and did not give any information.

This can only mean two things. Either the escaped spirit was very weak and the impact it caused was minimal. Or, it had already caused a huge impact, resulting in Roland being unable to access the information due to information asymmetry and environmental reasons.

No matter how you look at it, this is not exciting news, but since the place where the Key of All Spirits crossed over is here, it proves that the main trace left by the Qi Ling is this city.

"In other words, is it possible that the Contract Spirit has possessed one of the Masters of this Holy Grail War?"

Roland sighed and felt a headache.

If it is not necessary, I really don't want to get involved in these things. Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. The rest of the things will be left to me to worry about tomorrow.

Looking at the store manager who was walking over with a slightly thick envelope, Roland smiled calmly but expectantly.

Today, he has something more important to complete quickly.

…………

On the street late at night, a tall, yellow-haired young man crushed the empty bottle in his hand, and threw it aside fiercely as if to vent his anger.

"Damn old man, you didn't die a happy death, and you still want to cause trouble for me? Those stubborn guys from the Fujimura Group are also a bunch of idiots. The house obviously belongs to me, but they refused to let me exchange it for money because of a dead man's request. And they asked me to cherish it?"

Having said that, as if something unpleasant had come to mind, the yellow-haired young man angrily opened a new can of beer and gulped it down.

In Miyama Town, he is considered a well-known figure, although in a negative sense. In this depressed society, there are many idle people, but when it comes to bastards, in the sense of ordinary people, he is second to none.

He was idle, bullied the weak, indulged in alcohol, sex, money and violence, and squandered most of the family fortune, causing his mother to pass away on her sickbed. After being kicked out of the house, within two years he returned home with a pile of debts - and a group of ferocious debt collectors.

For this reason, his elderly father had to sell the family's last assets, leaving behind only the ancestral home that had been passed down for generations, and then he passed away suddenly. Even his funeral was funded by his friends.

It is ironic that this wealthy family was not greatly affected by the bursting of the bubble economy, but was torn apart by its own heirs in just a few years.

But it was obvious that this incident did not bring any extra impact to the yellow-haired young man, and he was still immersed in the joy of his unexpected wealth.

Although the real estate industry is already in decline, this old house is an ancestral property with a good location and area, so it is considered to be in high demand and can be sold at a very good price.

After hastily putting it up for sale, the yellow-haired young man finally realized the impact of the past, because the price of the house itself meant that the people who would buy it were destined to be people with a certain social status, and those people, in Fuyuki City, which was neither big nor small, paid more attention to the issue of face.

No one was willing to take over this notorious hot potato. Even after the yellow-haired young man gritted his teeth and was prepared to lose several percent and sell it to the Fujimura Group, the largest underworld group in Fuyuki City, at a very attractive price, the other party rejected him mercilessly.

None of these buyers could make him act tough, so in the end, he could only drink cheap cans of beer alone on the roadside.

"Meow," At this moment a black cat walked slowly across the top of the wall with light steps. It seemed that because it smelled too much of alcohol, it made a somewhat disgusted sound.

The yellow-haired young man, who was in a rage, was undoubtedly enraged.

"Damn it, everyone looks down on me, even a cat like you dares!" Young man Huang threw the beer can in his hand fiercely, but because he had only drunk less than half of it, he misjudged the weight and the can only hit the cat's feet.

The frightened cat rushed forward like an arrow, leaving behind the yellow-haired young man who had just stood up and couldn't find his balance for a while because of being drunk.

Then - the frightened black cat ran straight into the young man who had just walked out from the corner.

To the yellow-haired young man's expectation, although it looked like the cat didn't react at all, the young man's hand seemed to be possessed by something incredible. He accurately grabbed the back of the cat's neck and lifted it up.

Roland squinted his eyes, subconsciously protecting the bag in one hand and holding the cat with the other hand. He looked at the man and the cat in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"So, what is this situation?"

Even though it was lifted up in the air, the cat did not seem panicked. Instead, it licked its paws comfortably, rubbed its head against Roland's hand obediently, and made joyful noises.

"Meow--"

Chapter 6 I, Roland, just want to live a peaceful life

what's the situation?

The yellow-haired young man looked at the black cat, which was still responding to Roland's baby voice by its neck after being lifted up, with a confused look on his face.

When he was in school, he and other friends had gone to beat stray cats. Given the nature of these animals, once they were frightened, they should be very wary of people who came after them. However, the black cat, which had just been attacked by him, acted as if nothing had happened after bumping into that guy.

Is there something wrong with this guy? Huangmao turned sideways and looked at Roland, who was holding the black cat in a daze. His clothes were very neat, and the style seemed good and new. He was dressed neatly from head to toe, with a temperament between indifference and alienation.

The most impressive thing is probably the long nails, which are probably about three centimeters long. It has been a long time since he cut his nails. His hands are so clean.

At first glance, he is the kind of guy who has found a job, works in a high-rise company, and has a bright future. He is completely different from guys like me who are often fired.

Tsk, the yellow-haired man spat secretly, and a thought naturally arose in his mind.

——Let’s make some money from this guy.

As a guy with a notorious reputation, Huangmao is already familiar with this kind of thing.

He took out his stock of two cans of beer from his bag and walked towards Roland.

"Hey, are you okay? Did the cat hurt you?"

Roland glanced at the scattered wine cans around the young man and a wet mark on the wall where beer was spilled. He understood roughly what had happened before. He slowly squatted down, put the black cat on the ground, stroked it gently, patted its tail, and signaled it to leave quickly.

Obviously, this effect does not occur when dealing with other animals, but for some reason, Roland is always loved by cats recently. No matter how fierce the cat is, it will turn over its belly obediently in front of him and he can hug and pet it at will.

Until the end, Roland was unable to find the reason and could only attribute it to the influence of Killer Queen's cat ears.

Therefore, he had no intention of talking to the yellow-haired young man. After watching the cat walk away, looking back every three steps, he stood up, picked up the bag in his hand again, and walked deeper into the alley.

The yellow-haired young man did not feel embarrassed when his attempt to talk to him was rejected. He turned sideways, stood in front of Roland, handed a can of unopened wine to Roland, and spoke in a disgusting and slick tone.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, bro? Forget it, meeting is fate. I'm so bored drinking alone here. Come and have a drink. You won't even give me this little courtesy, right?"

Roland frowned, and moved his hand away through the corner of the other person's clothes without touching the yellow-haired man's skin.

"No, I already have an appointment today."

The rejected yellow-haired guy was about to get angry, but suddenly his eyes turned and he consciously gave way.

Seeing that the other party was sensible, Roland had no intention of causing trouble for himself. He ignored the other party and walked forward along the street lights. Then, when Roland had already walked past the yellow-haired young man.

The yellow-haired man moved suddenly and grabbed the paper bag that Roland had hidden beside him, with greed flashing in his eyes.

"You're bringing something home secretly at this late hour. It can't be something good. This won't do, little brother!"

Huangmao's fingers tightly grasped the brown paper bag, like a crow holding its prey. The bag was quite tough and not easy to snatch away, so his original purpose was to tear it into pieces.

"puff……"

Inside the paper bag, something tightly wrapped in foam fell to the ground. It was a display cabinet made of hard plastic. With the light of the street lamp, Huangmao squinted his eyes and saw the whole picture of the thing.

——They were a pair of delicate, pale, lifeless, broken hands.

"Ahhhh——!"

In the pitch-black night and under the dim street lights, the impact of a pair of severed hands was too strong. The yellow-haired man subconsciously took a step back, fell to the ground in panic, raised his head, and looked at Roland who was standing there in a daze.

There was no expression on the other person's face until this moment, but his pupils became deeper, like eternal ice that could not be melted.

Roland threw away the torn brown paper bag and spoke indifferently as he looked at the cowering yellow-haired man.

"That's why I told you, right? I have a date tonight."

Then, he ignored the yellow-haired man and walked towards the place where the severed hand fell. Seeing that the other party had no intention of killing him to silence him, the yellow-haired man's pounding heart finally relieved a little.

After calming down, Huangmao subconsciously looked at the severed hand again. After being free from the influence of the atmosphere, he quickly discovered that something was wrong.

The cross-section of the severed hands was too clean, and the overall color was the same pale color, just like a model...

After discovering the clues that something was wrong, as if to redeem himself from his previous embarrassing performance, he quickly found the key clue.

In the corner of the box, the name of a store was engraved in an inconspicuous manner. The pair of severed hands were just a more delicate hand model.

Asshole, I was fooled by something like this!

Under the influence of alcohol, Huangmao wanted to do the same to the cat. He crawled a few steps and wanted to grab a can of beer and throw it at the hand model that fell to the ground.

Roland turned around and watched the yellow-haired man's actions without any reaction. The moment the yellow-haired man touched the beer, a silent thunderclap struck him.

“Ahhh! My hand…”

The yellow-haired man let out a wail that was countless times more miserable than before. He covered his hand that had suddenly exploded at the wrist, looked at the gurgling blood, and his heart was filled with fear.

Roland, at this time, slowly opened the box, put the severed hands gently against his face and rubbed them gently. It was not until this time that the yellow-haired man realized that the hand model was very similar to Roland's hands, and should have been customized based on his own prototype.

However, at this time, Huangmao could no longer care about so many things.

"Go call for help, go call for help, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

As the yellow-haired man's wailing became more intense, Roland slowly put the opponent model into the lining of his coat, walked slowly towards him, and then kicked the yellow-haired man who wanted to crawl out of the alley back.

"Do you know? This pair of custom-made hand models cost 60,000 yen. I spent all the bonus the store manager gave me and my previous salary to get them. And I can easily get more wealth, but I still live a routine life. What do you think this shows?"

"I don't know, help quickly..."

Before the yellow-haired man could finish his words, Roland kicked the man's cheek away.

"This shows that I am content with what I have, live a clean life, am upright, and honest. I, Roland, just want to live a peaceful life, so tell me."

Roland's voice became louder and louder. As if he was still not satisfied, he stepped on the opponent's severed hand and crushed it several times with his shoe.

"——Why should I be entangled with a lowly bastard like you?"

Chapter 7 Roland is so lucky

"Ahhh!"

The yellow-haired man's painful wail was only halfway uttered when Roland's next kick cut him off.

"You are a man, right? You are crying like this because of this kind of pain. Then won't it be difficult to deal with it next time? The pain I have endured is obviously many times more than yours, but I am still trying hard to maintain my image. Why don't you learn from me!"

Roland stretched out his palm and showed it to the yellow-haired man. Under the dim light, his nails were like new sprouts that were nourished, growing slowly but steadily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's incredible, isn't it? I just trimmed my nails yesterday, but today they've grown another three centimeters. But there's nothing I can do about it. I see so many customers every day, and I always meet a few that suit my taste. Whenever I see them leaving, I subconsciously want to follow them."

Roland spread out his long nails, which were the best evidence of the accumulated pressure in his heart.

"I don't know how many times I have calculated in my mind, following them home, avoiding sight, forcing my way in, and then doing my best tricks, and finally, succeeding."

"But every time I endured it, in order to compensate for my restless desire, I had to give priority to making my own hand model with precious money like a pervert, so I haven't found my new house yet. In case it attracts any attention, It's really against the code of my life."

Roland put his hand away, looked indifferently at the yellow-haired man who couldn't even utter a wail, and stomped on him fiercely.

"Because I think this is a test. If I want to grow, I have to defeat my past self."

"And you, a scumbag, wasted my precious time and made me expose the emotions I had been holding back. How are you going to repay me?"

Roland roared in a somewhat inappropriate manner, uttering a spell that drowned out the opponent's cries of begging for mercy and despair.

"Killer Queen: First Bomb"

In the explosion with flames, Roland crushed the ashes of the human figure in front of him with one foot, took a breath, then called out his stand with an expressionless face and began to clean up the remaining traces.

In front of Killer Queen, this supposedly tedious task seemed very easy.

His nails finally stopped growing. Although this scumbag's hands were not worthy of being trophies, Roland still felt a long-lost sense of relief during the action just now.

Apart from the fact that Qi Ling wanted to maintain a peaceful life and eliminate the influence of hidden dangers, the reason for venting in this way to reduce stress came from his heart. Today's incident was just an unnecessary fuse.

A person's life does not belong to himself alone.

Before obtaining the Key of All Souls, in his original world, when he was in junior high school, Roland lost both his parents in a traffic accident.

In a moment of loss and sadness, Roland suddenly realized another thing that frightened him.

He no longer had anyone to rely on. Although he had not encountered any troublesome relatives and the inheritance left by his parents was enough for him to have a lot of money left over after he grew up, for him at that time, the sense of crisis of watching the numbers decrease every day was unimaginable.

In order to survive better and to avoid being helpless in the face of sudden disasters in the future, he must carefully examine the consequences of each of his actions.

Traveling across the world is a miracle that countless people desire, even dream of, and many would even exchange everything for it.

But traveling alone through time is obviously a gamble that involves one's life.