My mother's love song

"Hmm, it looks exactly like Stothiphon's face."

Rhodes opened his chopsticks and was about to enjoy the udon that looked like the evil god.

Clang.

Behind me came the sound of the restaurant door being pushed open again.

"Boss, give me some squid ink udon."

A sweet and sharp voice sounded.

Then, even though there were countless empty seats in the restaurant, Miyamoto Musashi went straight to the bar and sat down next to Rhodes as if no one was around.

What the hell... Slurp. Slurp.

Rhodes ate his noodles without changing his expression or looking away.

Well, the ink udon was unexpectedly delicious.

"It helped a lot."

Miyamoto Musashi placed one arm on the table, stared at Rhodes who was eating and said, "I'm not very good at dealing with those petty evildoers. If they are even worse guys, I can beat them up without any scruples.

Anyway, thank you for what you did just now."

"……that."

Biting off the noodles on his chopsticks, Rod turned to Musashi with an expressionless face.

"I'm sorry, miss. I don't know what you're talking about?"

The female swordsman said with a sly smile: “Hahaha! You were the one who helped me out just now.

Is that Yin-Yang magic or a spell like hypnosis? I made the three scoundrels who were bothering me leave obediently, thank you.

Oh, there was an opportunity to be a hero and save the beauty right in front of you, but you didn't do it. Instead, you quietly helped others out. You are really a gentleman."

Miyamoto Musashi narrowed her eyes happily. It seemed that Rhodes's secretive approach scored very high in her opinion.

"..."

But Rhodes on the other side was not happy.

why?

I clearly didn't reveal any flaws, so how could she have figured out that I was using magic?

The spelling process was omitted by using the spelling method, and the only sign of activation was the murmur of "no wonder".

Although Miyamoto Musashi possesses an extremely rare Mystic Eye called the [Heavenly Eye], it is not an eye that can see through things like the [Pure Eye].

"what happened?"

Miyamoto Musashi asked, blinking his eyes.

"No, it's nothing. I'm embarrassed that you found out. Those hooligans just now are the ones who have been hostile to our club recently."

Rod lied while smirking.

How did Miyamoto Musashi realize that he helped her? Let's put this question aside for now.

"My name is Iori. Miyamoto Iori, please give me your guidance."

Musashi gave his usual pseudonym and extended his hand to Rod with a sunny smile.

Rhodes held the pair of soft hands that made it hard to imagine they belonged to a swordsman.

"I'm Rod. Hello, Miss Miyamoto Iori."

Unlike Musashi who gave a pseudonym, Rod gave his real name.

I can't say I'm Aleister Crowley or Caster.

"Rod. Hey, that's a good name... Wow! This ink udon is really good!"

While they were chatting, Musashi's udon was served.

Looking at the energetic girl rubbing her hands together, Rhodes suddenly shuddered.

Is this my illusion?

Just now, when she heard me say the name [Rod], Musashi seemed to reveal a meaningful smile at the corner of her mouth?

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Chapter 342: Dry wood meets raging fire, fighting all night

After eight o'clock, in a noisy street noodle shop in Tokyo.

Looking at the porcelain bowl without even a drop of soup left, Miyamoto Musashi wiped his shiny little lips with a tissue and showed a satisfied expression.

"It may look a bit strange, but it's really delicious. I made the right choice. The delicious taste of the squid ink and the chewy texture of the udon are perfectly combined. It's great."

Rhodes nodded in agreement.

"Let's go, Miss Miyamoto Iori."

"Uh-huh."

The two walked out of the busy noodle shop and came to the slightly chilly street at night.

Rhodes pretended to look at his watch and said, "It's getting dark. If you don't mind, could you please let me take you home?"

"Eh? You're sending a lady home when you just met her for the first time?" Musashi said with a sly smile, "How suspicious~ He was so lukewarm towards me before."

Of course it's to investigate your residence, Rhodes answered in his heart.

We cannot rule out the possibility that Miyamoto Musashi is not a Holy Grail War Servant.

Having said that, Rhode didn't try to get her to say anything when they were eating noodles together. He just chatted about random things. It would be bad if he made her suspicious.

Rhodes replied: "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. A lady as outstanding as you doesn't need my protection."

"Yeah, that's right."

Miyamoto Musashi crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was holding up his plump and firm breasts, and spoke leisurely.

"If a girl you meet for the first time directly asks 'Let me take you home', she will be scared, right? Well, then please take me home, Mr. Rhodes."

"..."

What's wrong with this woman?

Looking at the smiling Musashi, Rhodes rolled his eyes: I always feel like she is teasing me.

But it's really pleasant to chat with a girl like Musashi who has a silly personality.

Rhode immediately responded with a smile: "Then it's better to obey than to be respectful."

In this way, Rhodes followed Miyamoto Musashi to the hotel where she was staying.

……

……

……

"By the way, Miss Miyamoto Iori, are you sure this is the way to go?"

Rod questioned after they had been walking for about twenty minutes.

Although this is indeed an area outside Shinjuku, Tokyo, we haven't seen any vehicles or even any pedestrians since then.

"Yes, that's right here."

Miyamoto Musashi turned around and faced Rhodes.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you just now. My name is not Miyamoto Iori, but Miyamoto Musashi."

As she spoke, the girl's aura suddenly changed.

His eyes were bright, his breath was steady, and a gorgeous kimono woven with magic power wrapped around Musashi's entire body.

"Saber, Miyamoto Musashi. I have come here under the orders of the Master to fight you. The Yugdomirenia clan has already determined you to be enemies."

Rhodes shrugged: "I thought we could be friends."

"That's not the case. It's better to say that we are friends only if we can fight with swords, right?"

Looking at Musashi who said this seriously, Rhodes replied.

"Is it okay even if I'm not a swordsman?"

Opposite Musashi, he also changed into combat uniform.

Magicians usually have a special set of attire for showdowns, such as a black hat and black coat with beads.

Rhodes's is a little more exaggerated.

The black Lion King cape that covers the entire body, the red spinel witch crown, the imaginary cloth wrapped around the left arm... and so on. In short, it is a 2P color collection of the elements of Rhodes' harem.

The mysterious attire and accessories, coupled with a nearly perfect figure, exude a mysterious presence in the middle of the night.

His originally sunny and handsome appearance completely reversed after he entered combat mode.

Rather than calling him a magician, it would be better to call him a demon.

Just like that, Black Caster Aleister Crowley revealed his true form.

“…Let’s get started.”

After Rhode said this, Miyamoto Musashi nodded expressionlessly: "Saber Miyamoto Musashi, let's fight it out fair and square."

Rhode looked straight at her, gently pushed aside her cloak with his left hand, and said, "Ah, please show mercy."

Both sides had declared war, but fighting did not begin immediately.

They stared at each other, without any unnecessary movements except breathing.

at this time.

"Do it! Saber!!!"

A rough male voice sounded, and Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing in front of Rhodes, suddenly released an incredible aura.

A flash of knife light appeared in the field of vision.

It was as if even the space was cut apart, and a chill passed across my cheeks.

Of course, Rhodes would not be shaken by this.

He jumped up with great calmness and landed steadily on the asphalt road.

"Is the Master here too?"

Rhodes glanced at the fat figure in the distance.

"Don't be distracted! Am I not enough to satisfy you, Rod?"

The roaring girl took a firm yet light step befitting a swordsman.

The moment she approached, Rhodes saw Musashi's smile.

That is the joy of battle.

Miyamoto Musashi was by no means a bloodthirsty heroic spirit, there was only one reason why she smiled during the battle.

Rhode frowned slightly: "I see, is that the case..."

then.

The moment before her blade fell, Rhode grasped the front of his cane with his right hand and drew his sword.

Cane-sword. Due to the many restrictions and limitations on weapons in Victorian London, the hidden cane-sword became a trend among some people at the time.

Naturally, Aleister Crowley is also a master of staff and sword self-defense.

The swords clashed and the sparks dissipated.

One, two, countless moonlit sword tracks filled the entire space between them.

"When did you realize that I knew swordsmanship?"

Dancing with the countless combos he unleashed, Miyamoto Musashi raised his eyebrows and replied, "Who knows? Maybe this is what you call a woman's intuition? It's love at first sight~"