You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

hum-

The atmosphere changed in an instant, invisible ripples of magic swept across the entire hall, several familiars lost their spirituality and fell to the ground, all kinds of debris were scattered in a pile, and the girl was surrounded by antiques of different styles from different eras, as if she was at the end of history.

boom!

The next moment, the glass dome was forcibly broken, and fragments of all sizes fell, among which were dozens of hideous undead creatures made up of sharp white bones!

"Dragon Tooth Soldiers?"

The girl raised her head, raised her staff and pointed at something far away: "What a 'tradition'~"

There is no visible casting action, nor can any spell be heard. This is because the girl's way of casting spells is beyond human comprehension. For her, who serves the Goddess of Night, spells do not need to be carefully woven, but all of her actions can be transformed into rituals.

Those are the low-level instructions that can directly reach the "magic" system, and their efficiency exceeds any modern magic!

call out!call out!call out!

Palm-sized miniature magic arrays floated in the air and unfolded, existing for just a moment before disappearing. However, in that short period of time, they shot out thin beams of light and accurately hit the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

These familiars, as the name suggests, are made of "dragon teeth". Although they look fragile, they are actually quite strong. However, they are meaningless in front of the girl's attack and have turned into scattered bones when they fell.

The girl did not stop, and gently smashed the staff on the ground. With a crisp collision sound, a series of integrated circuit-like array patterns flashed, instantly breaking the strange barrier covering the hall.

"It's very crude, is it just this low?"

"really?"

"Um?!"

The girl sensed something strange. As the barrier was broken by her, a complicated magic circle appeared on the ground beneath her feet. The symbols in the circle kept rotating like star tracks, giving the surrounding pillars, the ground, and even the air a vintage bronze color.

"The first barrier was just a 'trigger'... Did I jump in on my own initiative?"

Realizing that she had fallen into a trap, the girl was a little surprised at first. She had not expected that the opponent's skills were so sophisticated that he could hide the second-level technique so perfectly that even she could not see it.

But the girl didn't panic. Instead, she raised the corners of her mouth with interest: "It's been a long time since I had a decent magic duel. It seems that you have the ability to satisfy me."

"How shameless! I'll show you what real magic is~"

The enemy's caster dropped from the dome, holding a staff in his hand, his cloak moving without wind, spreading out like a giant pair of wings.

Similarly, the girl also raised her staff, spread a pair of hawk-like wings behind her, and her slender figure automatically flew up.

hum!

hum!

Magical circles condensing powerful magic power appeared on their wings, corresponding to each other.

The next moment, blinding beams of light pierced through the darkness. The great magic that modern magicians would have to pay a huge price to perform was manifested in their hands without any preparation. They were released one after another at will, and the shooting speed was almost as fast as that of a fully automatic firearm!

The museum hall was blown up in an instant, and all kinds of precious collections were destroyed. After several rounds of fierce confrontation, the two men stopped tacitly.

"..."

"..."

The girl snapped her fingers, and the lights suddenly came on in the messy hall, and the enemy caster in the sky also landed. He was wearing a dark purple robe, with the upper half of his face hidden in the hood. It was Medea from the black side.

The light also illuminated the appearance of the eagle-winged girl, with beautiful short pink hair, a sweet yet quirky look, and a thin figure draped in a white dress in the style of ancient Greece.

The betrayed witch "Medea" and the infatuated witch "Circe", two blood-related magicians met again in Romania thousands of years later.

What a fart!

They should pretend not to recognize her and kill her directly - they both thought at the same time.

Volume 121: The Coming of Death to the Holy Grail War: Chapter : Don’t offend petty women!

As the saying goes, "Meeting an old friend in a foreign land" is one of the greatest joys in life, but this is not the case for Medea and Circe.

The story of Medea is widely spread in the world. She was a princess of Colchis. She fell in love with Jason because of the arrow of Cupid, and then participated in the story of the "Golden Fleece Expedition". But she also committed a great sin for this paranoid and extreme love, and finally ended up with a very tragic ending.

By the way, the source of all evil in this story is the god of love who plays matchmaker... It can only be said that the number one troublemaker in Greece has once again proved his worth.

Circe's story is just as famous, but the tragedy in her story is much less intense.

She was Medea's aunt and her magic teacher. Both of them served Hecate, the goddess of the black moon. As a princess, she was also a priestess (in later generations, she became a witch).

Circe is a famous witch of temptation and fall in mythology. She easily falls in love with others and then uses her attentive hospitality to make them fall.

But it should be noted that this kind of "love" is largely the possessiveness caused by loneliness, which is so strong that it is distorted. She will treat human men who visit the island with delicious food, and after they are full, she will turn them into animals such as lions, wolves or pigs.

Then, these sailors and adventurers would never leave her side… Well, it is well known that Greece is rich in yanderes and weirdos.

In the famous heroic epic "The Odyssey", after "entertaining" the protagonist Odysseus and his entourage, the eagle-winged witch experienced a series of twists and turns and fell in love with the wandering hero, and then had a spectacular breakup...

Two witches who are related by blood meet in the modern Holy Grail War. There is no joy or happiness between them, but rather some embarrassment:

Neither of them wanted to see acquaintances.

Of course, Circe said she was an aunt, but in reality she was more of an adopted mother to Medea, and although she was somewhat unable to cope with the treacherous witch in her youth, in the final analysis they had a very close relationship.

For example, just now, they came up with the same idea of ​​"it's better to kill her", which can be said to be in the same vein.

Putting aside the complicated blood relationship and bond, Medea and Circe's magic level is roughly at the same level. As believers and disciples of the Black Moon Goddess Hecate, they are among the best witches in the Greek God Age. Looking at the entire [Caster] group, they are also quite outstanding.

Neither of them was sure they could defeat the other in a one-on-one fight, and this encounter was doomed to end in failure.

"My aunt..."

"Call me sister!" Circe tapped the ground with her staff in dissatisfaction. "How many times have I told you to call me sister? Just looking at your appearance, you are actually older, aren't you?"

"After all, I can't stay young forever like my aunt." Medea said lightly, "It's really enviable~"

"..."

Circe's eyes twitched, she always felt that there was a sting in Medea's words. Although Medea was a bit sharp-tongued when she was young, she was still a straightforward girl. But the current witch of betrayal gave her a dark and gloomy feeling.

"Where did my lovely niece go? I don't remember raising such an rude child... Oh, by the way, I heard you got married? No wonder you've changed so much."

"..."

Medea’s smile became very forced, and she quickly asked back, “Hey, did you cut your hair?

I remember you always had long hair. Your beautiful and smooth hair made me very envious when I was young... Why did you cut it off? It's such a pity~"

"..."

Both of them were silent and stared at each other for a long time. Medea's face was covered and her expression could not be seen, but Circe's expression did change several times. In the end, all her thoughts turned into a faint sigh.

"Ugh……"

The aunt and nephew sighed at the same time, and the tense atmosphere and conflicting magical fluctuations lingering in the air finally dissipated.

"What on earth is this? A class reunion? There are too many Servants from Greece this time!"

Medea complained mercilessly, and Circe nodded in agreement.

Among the servants summoned in this Holy Grail War, heroes from the Age of Greek Gods alone accounted for a small half!

There are even connections between them:

The calf was killed by Theseus, and Medea was Theseus' stepmother.

Atalanta once traveled on the same ship with Medea. The huntress had an acquaintance named Peleus, whose son was Achilles, who later became famous in the Trojan War.

Achilles' master is Chiron, and he has a comrade named Odysseus, who dumped Circe...

It may seem puzzling at first glance, but it is not surprising if you think about it carefully. After all, this Holy Grail War takes place in Europe.

Considering the popularity and difficulty of obtaining relics, it is natural that there are many Greek servants. Greek mythology is highly complete and the named characters can always be connected in many ways.

"I didn't expect that the caster of the red team would be you, my aunt... I thought it would be embarrassing to have an Atalanta."

Medea was quite helpless. Her memories with Atalanta were very beautiful and pure. At that time, she was not the witch of revenge that she would become later...

"I should be the one saying this... Alas!"

Circe complained, "Really, nothing good has happened since I was summoned!"

She was not only talking about recognizing Medea, but also about the fact that her Master was controlled by Amakusa.

Yes, although Amakusa has not yet revealed her cards to other servants, Circe, as a great witch, will not be fooled by the Empress's tricks. She has known that something has happened to her Master and roughly understands what is going on.

However, she did not expose the conspiracy, but pretended to be unaware of it and diligently carried out Amakusa's mission.

"Then let's stop here today. I have waited so long for nothing..." Medea shook her head. "I'm sorry, I accidentally destroyed all these artifacts. Did it affect the construction speed of your magic workshop?"

"No, not at all."

Medea got an unexpected piece of information from Circe: "Maybe it has an impact, but it's not my workshop, so it doesn't matter."

"what?"

Medea was stunned: "The culprit in these days' strange thief cases should be my aunt, right? Isn't it to collect materials to build your magic workshop?"

"I don't care about these things, and the main force behind the Phantom Thieves is the priest!"

Circe sneered, "It's just the Master's order. Collect these to prepare materials for Assassin so that she can build her own 'Temple'."

Why did Assassin have a temple? Medea suppressed this question for the time being.

After listening to Circe's words, she felt a sense of superiority rising from her chest, the corners of her mouth curled up in pleasure, and even her voice became a little light.

"What? Auntie, you're such a great magician, but the Red Side didn't build a workshop for you, but instead built a temple for some assassin?

What a waste, leaving the original Caster unused, but letting him become a stumbling block for Assassin~

But this is not bad, having a workshop is not a good thing.

Look at me. Although I own the largest magic workshop in the Thousand Worlds Tree and even have the Holy Grail as the core of magic, I am also assigned a lot of work!

Making puppets and repairing the spiritual base are so troublesome!

I envy you, aunt, because you don’t have to be locked up in the workshop all day and can come out to play a cameo as a thief or something~"

"..."

boom!

Circe smiled, but her staff crushed a piece of the floor.

Medea quietly became alert, ready to have a magic duel with her teacher at any time.

But soon the tension disappeared, because Circe keenly caught a piece of information:

"Medea, you said you could touch the Greater Grail?"

"Uh, yes, what's wrong?" Medea frowned, as if she had thought of something, but her expression was quite hesitant.

"Aunt, do you want to..."

"Don't worry, I'm just curious and just asking."

Circe asked with a smile: "Am I the kind of person who does things recklessly just to vent my anger without considering the overall situation?"

Medea: “…”

At this moment, she remembered a saying that was widely circulated in Korsky and even in the entire Greek waters:

Never offend the witch Circe - this woman is petty!

Volume 122: Death Comes to the Holy Grail War: Chapter 4: Be willing to put down the bait when fishing! (K)

"That's it. I let her escape in the end. I'm so sorry."

In the hall, Medea bowed slightly and narrated her experience in a calm tone.

Vlad III, who was sitting at the top, nodded slightly and said nonchalantly, "The Caster class is not good at direct combat. This time, we sent you out only to collect intelligence and interfere with tactics. We didn't issue any combat orders... It's better to say that you attacked on your own."

"It was my mistake." Medea made no excuses.

"Fortunately, there are no adverse consequences, and this can at least warn the other party... In this case, I will not pursue the responsibility." Vlad III waved his hand generously, indicating that Medea could go back to making puppets and maintaining the barrier.

"Okay, I'll step down then."

The Phantom Thief incident was not successfully resolved. Although Chikaiju sent Medea to deal with it, the enemy was also proficient in magic. After detonating the museum, they escaped in the chaos. As a Caster, Medea was unwilling to leave her position and pursue alone, so she returned to the castle to report the situation to Vlad III.

Although Lancer was not satisfied with the result, he was not disappointed. The reason why he chose Caster was actually to move all the valuable items in the museum out first and turn the venue itself into a huge bomb.

Medea suddenly decided to use the "mystery" of many artifacts to temporarily create a simple but effective anti-spirit barrier in an attempt to retain the opponent's servants - this was beyond Vlad III's expectations.

But no matter what, Medea was safe and sound, and the enemy was said to have suffered some minor losses. As long as there were no major losses, this result was acceptable to the Thousand Worlds Tree.

As for the treacherous witch who acted against orders, she seemed to have realized her problem. She was originally proud and reserved, but after returning this time, her attitude became very humble and cautious. After apologizing to Vlad III, she returned to the underground workshop to adjust the Holy Grail.