My mother's love song

Chapter 365: Amakusa: Hmm? Who is helping me provide magic to Assassin?

“Haaa, haaa…haaa, haaa…guh”

Semiramis's skin glowed creamy in the moonlight.

Her beautiful golden eyes were like a snake staring at its prey, revealing a fiery passion as she gazed at the handsome man in the small wooden house.

The beautiful cheeks were flushed, and the empress unconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick her cherry lips back and forth.

Her arms, which looked like lotus roots, were hugging her shoulders, and her long legs, wrapped in black garter stockings, were tightly pressed together under her skirt. The luxurious robe outlined her plump and exquisite seductive curves.

"What, what's wrong?"

The pleasant smell emanating from the empress made Rhodes feel a chill on his back for some reason.

He was very unhappy about being forcibly pushed away by Semiramis just now, but when he thought that she was the pampered Assyrian queen, he reluctantly tolerated it.

But what happens now?

Although it is indeed impolite to touch the empress's body subconsciously, there is no need for you to react so violently, right?

Is the murderous aura sprayed on my face? Is it necessary to be so angry?

"Caster... guh."

Semiramis swallowed and reached out a trembling hand to place on his shoulder.

"Ok?"

The graceful slender fingers, whiter than milk, gently teased the blond youth's shoulders.

"Master Caster, what do you think of me?"

"Uh... it's pretty good."

Seeing that Rhodes was a little confused, Semiramis crawled to the man on her knees like a hunting female leopard and continued.

"Thanks to you, I was able to survive tonight... Now, I want to repay you... Hehe"

""

Aha?

Rod's brows frowned slightly: Is she seducing me?

He already knew that Semiramis was a woman similar to Morgan and Agrippina, a vicious woman who would be cruelly treated if approached without raising the favorability to a certain level.

Although the love story of Rhodes and Morgan in this life can be said to be a pure development of the kingly way, in the previous life, Aleister Crowley was beaten half to death by Morgan and chased all the way from Western Europe to North America simply because he called himself the "Beast of the Apocalypse".

Ah... my lungs hurt again.

Although Semiramis couldn't hurt Rhodes at all no matter what she did, she couldn't even break his defense.

But it would not be good if she caused any trouble, such as having her X-photographed and sent to Ai Ge... It is better to have less trouble than more.

Rhode frowned, grabbed Semiramis's wrist from his shoulder, and said coldly, "Please don't do this, Assassin. We are just allies, and I am not such a casual man."

"Woo..."

Seeing Rhodes' rejection, Semiramis's charming face was covered with a layer of melancholy.

"Master Caster... am I so unattractive in your opinion?"

If this is also acting, then it is amazing, Rhodes exclaimed.

The slightly warm orchid fragrance gushed out from the empress's cherry-colored lips, hitting his neck and collarbone, making Rhodes feel a little itchy.

"...It's not true, Assassin... You are very charming.

Women as good as you are really rare.

If we were not caught in the vortex of the Holy Grail War, I would definitely pursue you."

be honest.

The cool and beautiful empress puffed up her cheeks cutely like a young girl: "Then why? Why did Lord Caster reject me? I just wanted to repay you."

"As I said, we are now in the Holy Grail War. We are in Tulipas, the territory of the Black Side..."

"Haha, I understand."

The Assyrian Queen stroked Rhodes' cheek with one hand and poked her chin with the other hand and smiled.

"You think I'm a whore who has slept with countless men, so you look down on me, right?"

"No, I don't think so"

"If that's the case, you're worrying too much, right?"

With her white hands on her chest, the empress said with an alluring smile: "My body is still pure.

My past husbands were just incompetent people who were controlled by me through magic and drugs. How could I let them touch my body?

But you are totally different from them.

He is powerful, protects me, and understands me.

I must have remained pure just to meet a man like you, haha."

Semiramis was not in love with Rhodes. She behaved like this purely because of Kama's influence.

But Rhodes' words and recognition of her tonight really touched the empress's heart.

If she didn't have the slightest affection for Rhode, even the arrow of the god of love wouldn't be so effective.

Semiramis's arm slid to the back of Rhodes' neck like a snake, pulled the man's upper body over, and whispered in his ear.

"The empress who once ruled the Assyrian Empire wants to be with you in this shabby little wooden house... You won't refuse, right?"

"!"

The last string of rationality that Rhodes was holding on to was about to collapse.

Just when he was about to push Semiramis away forcefully.

"Lord Caster, I will let you taste the wine of Semiramis, the oldest assassin."

Oops!

Rhodes thought to himself that it was not good, but it was too late.

The empress put her arms around the man's neck, stared into his eyes, and whispered in his ear.

"Noble Phantasm activated, the Prideful King's Wine [Sikera Usmu]."

The wine of the proud king, that is the second treasure possessed by Semiramis who lost the Hanging Garden.

Poison the surrounding environment and spread poisonous fog.

Not only can various attacks be given poison attributes, but even the air and magic power itself can be poisoned.

As humanity's oldest assassin, Semiramis can create any type of poison in the world into the atmosphere.

Whether it is the snake venom that killed the great hero in Greek mythology, or the poisonous flower in Indian mythology.

Of course, "All the poisons in the world" also include poisons that are not intended to kill.

For example, in British legend, there is a potion that a witch used to seduce the king.

"...Assassin, you should have realized what you did to me."

Rhodes, who had completely inhaled the aphrodisiac, had a fierce scarlet light in his eyes and said this in a cold voice.

As expected, this potion was developed by my beloved wife Morgan Le Fay. It has a 1000% special attack multiplier on me.

Even though his brain was about to boil, his mind was still unusually clear.

Semiramis smiled sweetly: "Yes... hehe. Please punish me well, Lord Caster."

Rhodes said no more. He easily picked up the Assyrian Queen and walked straight to the shabby wooden bed in the corner of the cabin.

……

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The sky garden without the hostess.

Below the bright throne, six figures stood.

The Crimson Servants were now immersed in the battle they had just witnessed with their foresight magic.

“Hey, hey, hey, is this true…the great Romanian hero Vlad III was killed instantly!

Father Kotomine, didn't you say that Black Lancer is the strongest enemy in this Holy Grail War? "

Rider Achilles's irritable voice echoed in the empty hall.

Shirou Kotomine nodded, his face tense as he said, "That's right.

The fighting power he displayed in the battle just now is undoubtedly worthy of the title of the strongest. You are most aware of this, Rider."

"It's not that Lnacer isn't strong enough, it's that Caster is too special."

Karna closed his eyes and said calmly.

As expected... Is this your true strength, Caster?

Karna actually had a premonition when they first met.

In his opinion, the solar aura emanating from the heroic spirit Aleister Crowley was even more powerful than that of the Father God Surya.

The calmness with which he killed the Black Lancer in an instant with ease reminded the hero of Kalki.

"Tsk... Caster, what a disgusting guy."

The usually silent girl spoke.

The cold and dry night wind unique to late autumn blew Atalanta's long hair. The Greek huntsman stared at the face of Aleister Crowley in the magic image, and her cute animal ears twitched slightly.

"What's wrong, sis?"

Achilles asked, crossing his arms behind his head and staring into Atalanta's face.

"What's wrong?"

"No... Big sis, your face is so scary. Is that Caster an acquaintance of yours?"

After Rider reminded her, Atalanta realized that she was biting her lips, frowning, and even clenching her fists tightly.

"do not know."

The huntress responded quickly and coldly, "I do not know the Black Caster."

"...Uh, really? That's right, he was a British man from 100 years ago. How do you know him, big sis?"

That’s right, I don’t know any mysterious king.

Atalanta stared at Aleister Crowley's face, a face she had never seen before.

The magic system he used was definitely not the one passed down from the magic goddess Hecate.

But

Caster's domineering expression in front of the city of Mirenia deeply hurt Atalanta.

That shameful attitude of not taking others seriously and treating a battle involving honor as a game reminded the girl of another person.

The guy who has been favored by Venus since the distant mythological era.

A young man who relied on the goddess of beauty's doting on him and obtained three golden apples from the goddess.

The boy who toyed with the girl wantonly and made her look ridiculous in a contest where the marriage contract was at stake... and then abandoned her and ran away after winning.

boom!

Atalanta gnashed her teeth and smashed the marble column of the throne room with one punch.

"I'm tired, I'm going back to rest."

After saying this, Archer, furious, turned into a spirit and disappeared without a trace.

"……oh oh."

Achilles stared at the marble that had been smashed into a big hole, and said with a smile on his face, "So you know him, right?"