Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Just a challenge? Wouldn't it be better to just make a wish to the Holy Grail to become the king? You just claimed to be the only legitimate successor to King Arthur."

Alanna asked, frowning as she loosened her arms around Ethan.

"No, the king who made a wish through the Holy Grail will not be recognized by King Arthur. Besides, there is no way I can't pull it out."

Mordred put one hand on his waist and clenched the other hand slightly. His words were full of confidence, and he had no worries at all about not being able to draw the sword.

"I will become king with my own strength, and then prove to King Arthur that I am no less capable than him in swordsmanship or governing a country!"

Ethan sighed helplessly in his heart when he heard this.

So in the final analysis, Mordred was just a love-deprived child who longed for recognition. His challenge to extract the Sword from the Stone was not for the right to inherit the throne, but just to get the recognition of King Arthur.

If I can do what you can do, or even if I am better than you, will you put aside your prejudices and look at me with new eyes?

Getting along with this kind of love-starved naughty kid type character is very simple: don't talk about the past or the father (you can still be friends without mentioning the dark history), don't treat her like a female (lest it seems that you look down on her), and don't treat her like a male blatantly (lest it seems that you don't respect her gender), praise her more (she's so tsundere), listen to her opinions more (communication is very important), and don't be too weak, it's best to be the best among all the masters (Ethan: That's me).

Probably just treat it as if you and your bad friend are hurting each other shamelessly and going crazy.

"Okay, then I'm looking forward to it, your Majesty the future king." Ethan extended his hand to Mordred, "My name is Ethan, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

"Oh, you have good taste, Master!"

There was a strange light in Mordred's eyes. He held Ethan's outstretched hand tightly and shook it twice. The ponytail behind his head kept spinning. It was obvious that he enjoyed Ethan's address very much.

"Don't worry, I will definitely pull out the sword. When I become king, I will make you the court magician. What do you think?"

"A qualified king must know the right people and appoint them to positions based on their abilities. Is it really okay to just give an important position to someone else? Shouldn't you examine my abilities first?"

Ethan shook his head slightly and smiled helplessly.

"Well, since the Master believes that I can draw the Sword of Selection, then I must also believe in the Master's ability. Trust is mutual."

Mordred scratched his head and chuckled, then came over and put his arms around Ethan's neck and asked:

"So, Master, where are our enemies? What's the strategy? My great sword can't wait!"

"Calm down first. As the future king, you can't just charge into battle blindly..."

Ethan's expression suddenly changed and he looked towards the door.

Mordred's face also turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"Master, someone is coming!"

"Ah, it looks like a mouse is coming here following the scent."

Ethan raised his eyebrows: "Aren't the enemies here? This is your first battle after being summoned. Let me see how heroic you fight, Saber!"

"Oh!"

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Chapter 188 I only feel sorry for Giegie

On the lawn outside the basement, a middle-aged man in a black robe stared at the wooden villa in front of him with a sinister look. Dozens of bronze knights in armor stood quietly behind him, waiting for his order to launch an attack.

"This is it."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his fists in his sleeves tightened and loosened, and he gave orders to the bronze knight behind him:

"Search! Find them for me!"

The bronze knights who received the order moved like awakened robots, showing flexible movements that were not as good as those of heavy armored soldiers. Several of the knights directly unfolded the shield wings behind them and flew into the air.

In the basement.

"Master, what should we do now? Do you want me to go out and kill them directly with my Noble Phantasm?"

Mordred heard the command from outside and asked.

Ethan looked up at the armored figures outside searching back and forth. Although this basement had been protected by Alanna with various shielding and repelling spells in advance, it was only a matter of time before they discovered him if this continued.

"Don't worry, let's go out and play with them. You should transform into a spirit and stay beside me, and wait for my signal before taking action."

"I understand!" Mordred gave a thumbs up, and his body instantly turned into spirit particles and dissipated into nothingness.

"Alanna, don't go up there. Stay here and don't show up."

Ethan waved his hand to stop the girl who was holding a book and wanted to go up with him, and explained as he looked at the latter's rapidly puffed-up face.

"Hide yourself first. The enemy doesn't know how many people we have right now. We are going up to paralyze the enemy. I will send you a signal when the enemy relaxes their guard, and you can attack then."

"Okay, I understand. Then be careful. If you can't hold on any longer, let me help you." The girl smiled happily and stood there obediently, watching Ethan go out and climb the stairs.

"I have to say, Master, you are really good at dealing with girls." Mordred's voice sounded in his ears, communicating with Ethan using the unique telepathy between Servant and Master, "You actually don't want her to participate in this battle, right?"

[See through it, don't say it, we can still be friends. 】

Ethan shrugged imperceptibly and replied silently in his heart.

"Hahahaha, Master is really not frank. According to the knowledge given to me by the Holy Grail, this should be called tsundere, right?"

[You are the tsundere! Your whole family is tsundere! What kind of weird things did the Holy Grail instill in you?! ]

"Nothing much. In addition to the basic common sense of modern times, a lot of extra knowledge like 'tsundere', 'yandere', 'big brain', 'open-minded', 'open mouth and closed eyes', 'pledge of allegiance', 'ultimate insult' etc. flooded into my mind. He also told me that these things would help in communicating with the Master."

"..."

Ethan clenched his fists silently with a dark face.

This kind of weird style... This is definitely the work of that old bastard Merlin! He also said that the clairvoyance can't see other worlds, in my opinion, it's all bullshit! If he really can't see, how can he know these jokes that should have appeared in a few years or even decades!

I'm putting this here, if Merlin didn't do this, I, Ethan, would have eaten this Fu Fu right there and then!

A certain flower magician: Haha, I just used a little insignificant authority, Ethan, you don’t have to thank me.

A fourth beast larva: Fu~Fu~! (Are you polite?)

The middle-aged man watched Ethan climb the last step silently, and then stopped on the grass not far in front of him. The muscles on his face twisted instantly, and he spoke with an extremely ferocious expression:

"Ethan~"

"Uh, who are you? Do we know each other?"

Ethan frowned. He had never seen this kind of person before. He didn't know why he was grinning when he saw him, as if he had killed his own father.

"I know you, but you may not know me." The middle-aged man twisted his neck unnaturally, his eyes full of resentment:

"But you should know my son."

Ethan frowned and stared at the face that he seemed to have seen before. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and shouted:

"Oh, you're the psychopathic dad!"

The visitor was none other than Rozier's father, Old Rozier, the psychopath whose ashes Ethan had just scattered a month ago.

Not long ago, in the dungeon beneath the tower.

The man in black robes sat on a stone chair, holding a book in his hands, reading it carefully. A member of the Fire Snake Party in crimson robes walked in from the door beside him, bowed and reported:

"Sir, Caster just sent me a message. The structural changes to the Holy Grail have been completed, and we can proceed to the next step."

"Okay, take me to see it."

The man in black robe closed the book in his hand, stood up from the stone chair, and followed his subordinates out of the stone room. Under the pit behind his stone chair, the withered mummies piled up into a small hill.

Deeper in the dungeon, the man in black robe looked up at the golden sphere that was suspended in the air and was more than a person tall. He raised his hand and shot a red light at it. The red light instantly sank into the surface of the sphere, and the originally flickering white light of the sphere turned red for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"Very good, even better than I expected. Now the Holy Grail is in our hands. All we have to do now is wait for the Holy Grail to absorb enough magic power. Then I will be able to return to this world in a complete form."

The black-robed man grinned with satisfaction, smiling sinisterly. Then he remembered something and asked without turning his head:

"Where are the Roziers?"

"I have already started to summon the Servant. As you requested, Caster used the Holy Grail to interfere with his summoning process, increasing the Servant's spiritual power to twice its original strength. However, due to the forced intervention, Caster's spiritual power has shrunk significantly, and his strength has been greatly reduced."

"It doesn't matter. Caster is just a tool used to transform the Holy Grail. Now that the Holy Grail has been transformed, he is useless. When the last moment comes, just use the Command Spell to make him commit suicide."

The man in black robe said nonchalantly.

hum!

At this moment, the sphere suddenly trembled, and golden spots of light emanated from its surface.

"Someone summoned another Servant?"

The Fire Snake Party, dressed in red robes, suddenly became nervous.

According to their plan, except for one spot reserved for the one named Ethan, the rest of the servants would all be summoned by the people they had.

Even though they had accidentally let another troublemaker summon an unknown Servant first, Lancer and Rider in their hands took action and both the summoner and the Servant were killed, and the Master quota was also recovered using the Holy Grail whose structure had just been changed.

The scene before them meant that someone had performed the summoning ceremony again. If the summoner was not the person they wanted, they would have to manually reclaim the quota to participate in the battle.

The light spots condensed into an illusory three-dimensional scene in mid-air. It was a dark basement. A sword-wielding figure wrapped in armor stood in the middle of the room, and opposite him was a young man in a leather jacket.

"Hahaha, ok, very good!"

The man in black robe looked at the young man and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Ethan, I knew you would come. Now that you have finally stepped onto the stage I prepared for you, you can't escape. Dance and struggle to your heart's content!"

"Everything you have will be mine." The greed in the black-robed man's eyes almost overflowed. His tongue, which was not as long as a human's, stretched out from his half-open mouth and licked the corner of his mouth in circles.

"Sir, Archer's spiritual foundation has been adjusted and is now ready for battle."

Old Rozier walked into the room and saw the illusory young figure in the air. Resentment was revealed in his eyes and he gritted his teeth.

"Ethan..."

"I'm sorry about your son. He is a very talented person, and he is very adaptable to Lost Magic. What happened is not what you and I want to see." The black-robed man glanced at him and suddenly said, "But you must remember that you must not let hatred affect your judgment. This person is very important to me, and he must be kept alive, understand?"

"...Understood, understood." The muscles on old Rozier's face kept twitching and he agreed reluctantly.

Yes, ever since his son was ordered to go to Hogwarts to perform a mission a month ago but had no news since then, he had a vague feeling that his son might have lost his life. And the feeling made by the gentleman in front of him later further verified this point.

It was a pity that his family had only one son for three generations. In his generation, he had a child at an old age, and his wife died during childbirth. He had hoped that his son would be able to carry on the Rozier family, but he never expected that his son would die young. How miserable it was for the old man to send off the young man.

Although he did not witness his son's murder, he considered that his son possessed the power of the Lost Spell and ordinary magic was powerless against him. In addition, this gentleman once said that Ethan also had the same power, which meant that in this world, apart from the man in front of him, only Ethan could kill his son.

So when he saw the murderer, it was hard for old Rosier to suppress his emotions. But what could he do? All the status of the Rosier family was gone because of the trouble caused by his son. He could only flee with his son and give all the family's property, servants and house elves to the Fire Serpents in order to find a place to stay. If he showed any reluctance here, he would be kicked out.

No, maybe it's not his turn to be kicked out. If he dares to resist, he might become one of the mummies under the pit.

"Okay, it seems that you are a person who understands the overall situation, so I can rest assured. Ethan just summoned a servant and can't run too far. The Holy Grail has marked the summoning location. It's up to you to go there and bring Ethan back to me. Can you do it?"

"Yes, I will definitely live up to your trust, sir." Rozier nodded respectfully, turned and walked out of the room, a smile of understanding on his face.

Although the gentleman had instructed not to take his life directly, if Ethan fought back desperately, it would be inevitable that one or two of his arms and legs would be accidentally cut off in the fierce battle, right?

I'll show him what cruelty is!

Time goes back to the present.

"How dare you mention him!"

The corners of old Rozier's mouth trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.

"The culprit who killed my son is still at large. Since no one can stand up for my son, I will punish you, the murderer!"

"Huh? Didn't he do that himself?"

Ethan had the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone, and said coldly:

"You know the bad things your son has done. As a parent, you didn't turn him back to the right path in time, and you actually helped him to harm those students. You played an indispensable role in his downfall! With your son's behavior, if people don't get rid of him, then God will!"

"you!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't consider your feelings as a relative of the deceased just now. I'm really sorry."

Ethan began to speak in a skilled and sarcastic tone:

"After all, I just killed your son because I couldn't stand what he did. You must feel very sad, right~?"

"If you knew that I didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt after killing your son and even felt like laughing, you wouldn't be angry, would you?"

"If you knew that I killed your son before he could even break my defense, you wouldn't be jealous, would you~?"

"If you knew that I killed your son and scattered his ashes, you wouldn't come to take revenge on me, would you?"

"You Rozier family are so scary~, unlike me~, I will only kill the giegies who do bad things to provoke me."

“Hahahahahahahaha!” The spiritual Mordred laughed like a barbell in Ethan’s ear, “Master, you are really a talent! You are almost as bad-mouthed as Tristan, ahahahaha!”

[Shut up!] Ethan, who was annoyed by the noise, replied calmly.