Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"Classmate, can you show me?"

Chapter 18 A Different Combination

"I'm sorry, may I ask your name?"

Seeing Weber's stunned expression, Danic didn't get angry, but just asked again in a low voice.

"Weber, Weber Velvet, I'm sorry, I was so rude just now! This is indeed Teacher Kenneth's package... Do you want it?"

After realizing what he had done to the legendary great magician, Waver responded in a panic.

"It's okay. I can just call you Weber, okay?"

Seeing that Weber responded, Danic also showed a warm smile, quickly observed Weber's clothes and temperament, and did not continue to dwell on the package, but began to change the subject.

"You are a magician of lighter blood, right?"

Soon, he said in a firm tone.

"Yes, I only have three generations of bloodline..."

What does this guy want to do? Is he mocking me for being a country bumpkin? When he heard Danic's words, Waver lowered his head silently. Facing the disapproval of others, it was fine to complain in private, but to get angry in front of someone of Danic's level was courting death.

But unlike Waver's idea, Danic changed the subject and spoke forcefully.

"Bloodline and the like are just meaningless shackles imposed by the nobles on people of poor origin like us. They enforce corrupt rules and suppress capable people."

There is no strong emotion, but Danik's light description gives people a convincing and powerful feeling.

Weber couldn't help but open his eyes wide. This was the first time he was recognized by such a legendary figure. It was rare for anyone to resonate with his self-righteous ideas.

But he still said cautiously: "Actually... it's not that...

Danic looked at Weber's somewhat out-of-control expression, his eyes gleamed, and he patted Weber on the shoulder.

"Don't bother to lie to me, Mr. Waver. If you know me, you should understand that my family background is definitely not good compared to the nobles of the Clock Tower. I established the Thousand World Tree family because I wanted to abandon the corrupt Clock Tower and provide a place for truly capable magicians without using bloodline as a barrier."

Danic held Waver's shoulders tightly and conveyed a message with a smile that made people feel good.

"Weber Velvet, I feel a buried talent in you. Are you willing to join the Thousand Worlds Tree?"

"I, I...of course I do!"

Waver's face was flushed with excitement. The excitement of being understood by others for the first time made him forget everything else.

Anyway, his three generations of inheritance is nothing compared to the Thousand Worlds Tree, so there is nothing wrong with this.

"After you graduate, I'll be welcome anytime."

Danic smiled again and held out his hand.

"Well, can you show me Mr. Kenneth's package now? Let me give it to him later, and I won't bother you."

Hearing this request, Weber subconsciously wanted to extend his hand, but when he touched the package, he hesitated.

Being appreciated is of course a very happy thing, but Weber has not been completely overwhelmed. No matter how sincere Danic's praise is, it must be partly for the purpose of checking Kenneth's package.

The conflict between these two is already known to everyone. Although it is a good thing that betraying that annoying lemon head can exchange for a bright future, is this really what he wants?

In the competition called the Holy Grail War, whether or not the true name of one's own Heroic Spirit is revealed may be the key factor in determining victory or defeat. Danic may have come for this reason.

Weber just wanted to prove his ability. If he relied on this cheating-like method to make Kenneth fail, wouldn't he become a complete treacherous villain?

"I'm so sorry! I really have to hand this thing over to Teacher Kenneth myself!"

Weber closed his eyes and bowed to Danic to apologize.

"Tsk,"

Danic's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and he reached out to touch his chest. Although that thing was just an empty shell, it could still make people dazed for a while at a close distance. He didn't want to waste time talking to this kid anymore.

"Stay away from my students, Darnik."

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted Danik's actions.

Kenneth walked slowly and did not take back his package immediately. Instead, he pulled him behind him rudely.

His blond hair was combed neatly, but it also revealed a slightly worrying hairline. He had the reserved and proud demeanor of an old-fashioned aristocrat.

"Are you really just a guy with nothing but good words? Even though we have already established a rivalry, you still resort to such a dirty trick to gather intelligence."

After being exposed, Danic did not get angry, but looked at Kenneth naturally.

"It can't be helped. This is the Holy Grail War. There is no place for a new-age magus like you in this kind of old-age activity. Don't throw your life away there."

"I'll keep that in mind, in the name of El-Melloi. Now, you don't need me to ask you to leave."

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Weber, and Kenneth, see you in the Holy Grail War."

"Humph."

Only after making sure that Danik had completely left did Kenneth snort coldly and look at Weber with gloomy eyes.

"Webber Velvet, I originally thought that you were always so foolish because of your limited vision, so I was very tolerant of you. I didn't expect that you don't even have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. With this level, do you dare to boast that you want to change the Clock Tower?"

This guy! He always looks so superior!

Weber gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to punch Kenneth in the face. He had just escaped from temptation and protected Kenneth's fairness in the competition at the cost of giving up a seemingly bright future. Why should he be scolded here?

Driven by his youthful spirit, Weber couldn't help but start talking back.

"That's just because you have no vision! Senior Danic is very optimistic about me! He even invited me to join the Thousand Worlds Tree!"

"That's why I said you're stupid." Kenneth's eyes became even more speechless. "That guy's nickname in the Clock Tower is Eight-tongued Danic, which is a satire on his style of doing things."

"Inviting you to join the Thousand Worlds Tree? You really understand what kind of family that is, right? They divide up magic seals and give them to the downtrodden families regardless of the loss, and incorporate other people's systems and magic together. Under this premise, their seals can only have the function of identifying companions at most. The real core things still come from the technology before joining. This is also the capital for those families to seek a place in the Thousand Worlds Tree. As for those who don't have this kind of accumulation, I don't need to say what will happen to them after joining."

Weber pursed his lips. He knew, of course, that choosing a family meant choosing power. Once inside, it would be difficult to escape. After calming down from his momentary passion, Weber also realized why the Thousand Worlds Tree, although its power was already strong, still could not become a big family in the Clock Tower.

Danic's behavior of wantonly dividing up the magic seals that the family relied on for inheritance was completely against common sense. Such a family is like a hyena, relying on the selection of the leader and constantly eating the carrion of the magic world to survive. It cannot be considered a normal family at all.

But even though he understood this, Weber was still quite stubborn.

"So what if I know? I want to join the Thousand Worlds Tree because I admire Senior Danik!"

"How stupid," Kenneth glanced at Weber, "that guy is using his background to confuse people like you again."

"It is true that his family background is not outstanding, but his magic circuits and aptitude are very strong. Many families wanted to recruit him at the beginning, but he became unpopular after it was confirmed that his bloodline might degenerate in the next few generations."

"This is also the reason why that guy was able to create the Thousand Worlds Tree without a care in the world. Without his own efforts, his research and heritage would never be passed on to future generations. But even as an enemy, I have to acknowledge his talent."

Speaking of this difficult enemy, although Kenneth was very arrogant, his eyes were still serious. "In terms of soul research, that guy may have reached the level of the Grand Master."

"And you, Waver Velvet, I dare to assert that even if you really have some talent, you will never be able to surpass the level of Kaiwei in your lifetime unless you transform yourself into one of the monsters designated by the seal."

The overly harsh evaluation deeply hurt Weber, but he did not even have the courage to refute. He thought that Kenneth had poor vision, which was precisely the proof that he recognized the other party's talent. It was because he believed that Kenneth could see the level of his paper that Weber gave it to him at the first time.

"However, judging from your performance today, you are still my student, Kenneth. If you make a wrong judgment, it will also damage the reputation of El-Melloi. If you really want to prove yourself, how about having an extraordinary extracurricular practice? If your performance is outstanding, I will take back my evaluation."

Kenneth turned his face away so that Weber wouldn't see his expression.

Although it was just a boring magic competition, it was dangerous after all because he was facing an enemy of Danic's level. Although Kenneth did not think he would lose, he was not sure he could win easily. It would be too embarrassing for his fiancée Sora to see such a scene. Therefore, he had already thought of changing his assistant.

Although Waver's ability is not outstanding, for today's sake, Kenneth does not mind giving him a chance. Based on his contribution as an assistant in this Holy Grail War, he will let him join the branch of El-Melloi after the war as a reward for today.

Although he has a low emotional intelligence, perhaps because of his wealthy family background and his dedication to research, Kenneth is one of the few magicians who has a human touch.

"You, what do you mean?"

Weber's voice trembled again.

“Webber Velvet, I am asking you if you would like to participate in the Holy Grail War with me as an assistant.”

"Of course I'm going! I'll definitely prove it to you!"

Chapter 19 Kotomine Kirei Goes to the Wrong Set

On the other side of the Far East, Roland didn't know that a strange pair had been officially formed in the Clock Tower.

Perhaps because he had solved a lot of problems, Roland had lived a very peaceful life these past few days. Apart from his daily meetings with Kotomine Kirei, there was nothing to worry about every day. Under this premise, relying on his hand models, he could barely maintain a balance between the influence of his hand fetish and his peaceful life.

"Fuyuki City, what a beautiful city."

Leaning against a tree deep in Central Park, Roland put the hand model in his hand, using it as a kind of cutlery, and took small bites of the sandwich.

A thin layer of yellow mustard was spread on the toasted bread, and buttered eggs were placed on top of the crispy fried bacon. There was another layer of bacon on top of the eggs, and not a single vegetable was added. This was an indulgent sandwich that Roland would only make once in a good weather.

Kira Yoshikage's contracted spirit is also being digested steadily, so it seems that by the end of this Holy Grail War, his influence will have completely disappeared.

The trace of the contracted spirit that caused the unknown impact is about to be revealed. Next, if we make good use of the Killer Queen's first sight kill and aim to seize the contracted spirit instead of the Holy Grail, the pressure will be much less.

Moreover, if he really encountered an extreme and irreversible situation, Roland still had a most crucial trump card.

The third bomb: The loser eats dust. This is magic that is enough to reverse time. It can be called a small spring and autumn cicada. Don’t be too wasteful. It is still enough to save the situation.

Although Roland was not particularly interested in this ability, after all, the conditions for using it were too complicated.

"Well, forget it. I won't think about it too much. I'm not a righteous partner..."

In the rare warm sunshine of winter, Roland was enjoying this comfortable time comfortably. However, uninvited guests always came unexpectedly.

"Roland, I'm disappointed."

The hunchbacked old man appeared on the other side of the tree at some point and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ok?"

Roland raised his head and took a look at the sandwich in his hand. "This is delicious. I made it myself. If I sell it outside, it will definitely become a signature dish."

Who asked you this?

Matou Zouken roared in his heart, and his eyes full of malicious intent seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"What?" Roland shook his head in annoyance. "Even if you look at me like this, I can't do anything. I only made one portion and can't share it with you. If you really want to eat it, I'll send you the recipe later."

"cough!"

Matou Zouken knocked the cane in his hand heavily, with a look of regret on his face. Every time he was with Roland, he felt something was wrong.

Even though they are all in the dangerous Holy Grail War, this guy still seems to be standing aside, with an unusual sense of indifference.

"I'm asking about the Holy Grail War! The peace of the past few days is the last calm before the storm. The relics of other masters are almost all here. I'm afraid the time to summon the Heroic Spirits is imminent, but you're still so lazy."

"It doesn't matter. Your goal isn't the Holy Grail anyway, right? Me too. Finding fun in as peaceful a state as possible is the true meaning of the Holy Grail War."

Roland's attitude was lukewarm.

"Hehe," looking at Roland's look full of evil humor, Matou Zouyan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Although I hate the way you look, we are indeed the same kind."

"Why do you say that?"

Roland slowly put away the sandwich, sealed the bag, and prepared to eat it later. The rotten smell on Zouken Matou had already affected his appetite.

"When pursuing a certain goal, you are always distracted by other things, right? Obviously, it is more correct to abandon unnecessary emotions for the first goal, but I have long understood in my long life that the scenery on the road of pursuit may bring more fun than the distant goal."

"In the eyes of ordinary humans, people like us are more like monsters that we can't get along with, rather than magi who can understand logic."

Matou Zouken glanced at the hand model in Roland's hand and the other party's somewhat intoxicated expression, and said in a low voice.

“I just felt like it was a mockery of me.”

Roland sighed, "So, what is the purpose of your visit today?"

"Confirm your progress and prepare for the help I will provide later. At least, you should have determined the class of the Heroic Spirit you want to summon. Otherwise, how can I prepare the Holy Relic for you?"

Although he hadn't thought about this matter in the past few days, Roland had already thought of the answer to this question.

"Caster, just prepare me a relic for this."

"Are you sure? This is one of the two weakest classes."

"Whether you are weak or strong depends on who you are competing with. In the Holy Grail War, no one would really believe in king versus king, general versus general."

After watching many Holy Grail Wars, Roland didn't dare to say that he understood the game, but at least, from an ordinary person's perspective, caster was an excellent choice.

The most important thing is that, as long as they are not guest stars, the orthodox casters basically have the ability to cheat. Compared with the gradually degenerating mysteries in modern times, their knowledge and power are the few that can bring changes to the present world.

Whether it is making props or acting as a teacher, these are real benefits. Aren’t they better than some illusory holy grail?

"I was right about you," Matou Zouken was very satisfied after hearing Roland's answer, "An ordinary Master cannot be a match for Caster. This is even better than Assassin."

The person who knows the magician best is the magician himself.