Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

[Xiao Mo, what are you doing, Xiao Mo? Is this how you play cover? ]

"Yes, the Master alone can easily handle it. He wouldn't let me take action before."

Mordred ignored Ethan and nodded innocently. He crossed his arms and continued to attack without mercy:

"And should I say he is as amazing as a Master, he was able to take on Archer's Noble Phantasm with his bare hands. He was able to do something that even I couldn't do with ease, it's really something that I admire and admire!"

[Fuck you, Xiao Mo! ]

Ethan immediately looked at his rebellious knight with a surprised expression as if he had accidentally discovered that the welfare girl he saw on the Internet was actually a good friend who used to joke around with him and be a father to each other in women's clothing.

You're backstabbing me now, right?

"Catching a Noble Phantasm with bare hands?!"

The girl stopped groping and took two steps back. The light in her eyes gradually faded as she looked at Ethan, and her tone became a little grim:

"Ethan... you've made it big! You caught a Noble Phantasm with your bare hands. When did you become so capable? What if you get hurt?!"

"It's not what you think. We were just testing each other. The other party didn't use his full strength!"

Ethan was sweating profusely. While comforting Alanna who might turn evil at any time, he shouted to Xiao Mo in his heart:

[Xiao Mo, why did you do this? Didn't we make an agreement before? Did you really betray me? ]

"Master, are you crazy? You actually talked about betrayal to a rebellious knight?" Mordred said jokingly, and then became serious again, "And this is a good thing, Master. You don't have to shoulder everything by yourself. Isn't it good to let others share your burden occasionally? It doesn't matter if you say it sooner or later. Why don't I be the villain and help you out?"

[Tiemie, you've planned this from the beginning, right? ]

"Yes, who told you to deceive my feelings just now? I am a kind person and I never hold grudges. I usually take revenge on the spot." Mordred's tone became more and more arrogant.

[Do you really have to go this far? It's not too late to turn back now. If you continue like this, you will never be able to go back to the past. ]

"That's just what I wanted."

[You fellow...believe it or not, I will use the Command Spell to make you run naked on the street at 15:30 tomorrow, Kora!]

"No, Master, I know you are a good person and you would never do such a heartless thing. And even if you really want me to run naked, that will be a matter for later. Master, you should just deal with the present situation first."

Mordred used telepathy to deal with Ethan, and his expression remained unchanged, adding the last straw to the camel's back:

"Well, don't worry. I saw that the Master and he were fighting quite comfortably. He shouldn't be a very powerful guy. And we also found out the real name of the Servant. It seems to be Hercules. Oh, I haven't even heard of this person. He must be some unknown third-rate Servant."

Mordred Pendragon has now learned the dark skills without any guidance.

[Xiao Mo, you are done. I tell you, I will not be a human being if I don’t avenge myself! ]

Ethan wailed one last time, turned around and looked at Alanna, who was almost emitting tangible black energy, with a slightly trembling voice:

"Alanna, listen to my explanation. Things are not what you think. Actually, if we have something to say, we should talk nicely. Don't take off my clothes!"

On the other side, in the dungeon under the high tower.

"...I failed to complete the task, sir. Please punish me."

Old Rozier, with one sleeve bare, stood trembling in front of the stone chair, reporting to the man in black robe in fear.

"You were so confident before, Rozier. Why are you so embarrassed now?"

The man in black robe turned another page of the book in his hand, without even raising his head to look at Rosier, and asked slowly.

"This... is for a reason, sir. I don't know what tricks Ethan used to fight Hercules so well, and in the end he used magic similar to the Lost Spell to blow my arm off."

Old Rozier clutched his empty sleeves with lingering fear, his face full of shock.

If it was just a normal arm removal, he wouldn't be so scared. The key point is that after he escaped, he tried to use the growth spell on his arm to regenerate the limb, but the spell didn't work at all.

The same thing happened with the potion. After drinking it, a new arm did grow out, but that only lasted for a moment. The arm that had grown out immediately shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been stimulated by something unknown, and became a withered limb that was not even as strong as a matchstick.

It was as if I was under some powerful curse. No, this situation was probably much stronger than a curse.

"You think he can fight Hercules to a draw?"

The man in black robe closed the book in his hand and stared at old Rosier.

Old Rozier couldn't help swallowing his saliva under such strong pressure, and replied:

"Yes... yes, sir. He was able to hold his own in close combat with Hercules, and even caught Hercules's Noble Phantasm with his bare hands."

"Ah……"

The man in black robe chuckled in an ambiguous tone. Old Rosier saw it and kept muttering to himself.

As expected, no one would believe that an ordinary person could fight with a servant.

"Very good!" The man in black robe stood up from the stone chair, walked to Old Rozier and patted him on the shoulder. "It's not your fault for this failure. You have tried your best. It's just that Ethan was too strong."

"Sir...?" Old Rozier looked confused.

"Oh, right. It must be very inconvenient to lose an arm. This is your compensation."

A red light flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, and a stream of fluid like molten metal grew out of old Rozier's broken arm, gradually twisting and transforming into a left arm glowing red.

"The magic that Ethan used to blow off your arm contained some deadly force. He intended to kill you. Although you luckily survived, this deadly force also caused your lost arm to be like a congenital defect, unable to regenerate."

"The body knows what it is like, and it won't regenerate anything redundant or wrong. I'm afraid I can't do anything about this, so I can only give you this substitute for now."

"No...it's already very good. Thank you for the reward, sir!"

Old Rozier bowed tremblingly, his tense body shaking constantly.

"Okay, you should go down and rest now. The transplanted arm may need some time to adapt." The man in black robe remembered something and asked, "By the way, is there anything unusual with Hercules?"

"Reply sir, there is nothing abnormal at the moment. He does not seem to be averse to being hostile to Ethan."

Because Hercules accidentally killed his wife and children when he went mad due to a curse, this noble hero has a reverse scale that he will never accept the order to "attack his youngest son for victory". Anyone who gives him such an order will be unconditionally regarded as an enemy by him.

They were worried that Hercules would not attack Ethan because he was too young, but fortunately, Ethan did not seem to be considered as a target that Hercules could not attack. He even hinted that "I can't wait to fight that guy again."

"Well, it seems that the balance of victory has tilted towards us. Take Hercules to the Holy Grail's room. I have already instructed Caster that the Servant's Spiritual Base that was recovered earlier can be used to strengthen him."

"Yes! Then I will take my leave first."

Old Rozier bowed again and left the room.

The man in black robe paced back and forth in the room, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Ethan, it seems that you have grown very pleasingly. I am looking forward to it more and more."

-

"I was wrong."

Ethan, disheveled, sat on the sofa, curled up like a child who had done something wrong and was scolded by the teacher. Alanna sat on the sofa opposite him, with her hands folded in front of her chest, her little mouth slightly pouted, staring at him with resentment on her face.

Mordred got a bag of potato chips from somewhere and was now leaning on the sofa behind Alanna, watching the show with a happy look on his face while crunching the chips. Occasionally, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

The Master, who had never shown any sign of retreat in front of Hercules, was like a student meeting his teacher, not daring to make a sound in front of her. It was truly a rare scene.

Girl, so powerful.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"My mistake was meeting the wrong person and trusting the wrong person..."

"Um?!"

Realizing that the girl in front of him might go berserk at any time, Ethan decisively chose to follow his heart and changed his words:

"My mistake was being reckless and trying to show off..."

In a sense, an angry Alanna was more terrifying and scary to him than facing a hundred thousand Hercules!

"You still know! You always say that you know your limits, is this your limit?"

Alanna's tone was three parts anger and seven parts worry. She had just carefully examined Ethan's body from head to toe and found a red slap mark on his back.

Is this what he meant by being unscathed? Is this what he meant by handling it easily?

So relaxed that you could be attacked from behind by mistake, right? If the force was stronger, you would have been beaten to death!

Ethan pleaded for himself with a wronged look on his face: "But that slap mark was really made by Xiao Mo. Hercules never broke my skin from beginning to end!"

"This is true. I can testify to it. The Master fought Hercules head-on the entire time and never lost the upper hand. He was never in a situation where he was ambushed from behind."

Mordred seemed to feel guilty, so he put down the potato chips in his hand and defended Ethan: "Master is really strong, he just doesn't want you to worry about him for no reason..."

"Xiao Mo, stop making excuses for him! I know you are his servant and want to speak for him, but he really went too far this time!"

"I……"

Ethan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked up and was about to explain when he saw the girl staring at him with a complicated and unfriendly look, so he quickly looked away.

This really can't be explained.

"Hmm?" Mordred's intuition reacted, and he looked up at the ceiling as if he was wondering something.

Why does it suddenly feel like it’s going to snow in the basement?

(Fill in the blank: The BGM at this moment should be _____)

Chapter 193 Hey, the potato chips in the supermarket next door are half price!

Facing the angry Alanna, Ethan felt guilty for no reason. He could only lower his head and remain silent, occasionally glancing at the girl in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Well, it's not like he didn't think of a way out of this predicament.

In fact, he could have turned the tables by using Alanna's own affairs. He had clearly secretly run out to fight in the life-threatening Holy Grail War without telling him, so how could he have the right to blame him for taking such a risk?

Or he could insist that it was all Mordred who framed him, that he was just paddling on the sidelines and providing remote support, and that the slap mark was really just an accident. And he was sure that if he dared to say it, Alanna would definitely be willing to believe it.

It’s just that words like this… I don’t know why, I just can’t say them.

How can this be called giving in? This is clearly... respecting women, yes, respect.

The atmosphere in the basement once again fell into a strange depression, with only the crunching sound of Mordred chewing potato chips echoing at an inopportune time.

After a long while, thinking that Alanna had calmed down, Ethan tentatively said:

"Ah...Lanna?"

"what happened?"

Alanna pouted her lips and looked at Ethan fiercely, trying her best to pretend that "I'm angry and nothing can stop me from being appeased." But she couldn't hide the concern in her eyes, and coupled with her naturally beautiful face, it made her look a bit cute.

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"Pfft~"

The fierce and cute girl in front of him was ultimately unable to keep Ethan calm. With his hilarious laughter, the depressing atmosphere in the basement disappeared.

"why are you laughing?"

Alanna didn't seem to realize that she was the source of Ethan's laughter. She still had a gloomy face and acted fierce, with an expression that said "I'll bite you to death if you dare to smile again."

Well, she's still cute no matter how you look at her.

"Okay, Alanna."

Ethan tried to hold back his smile, walked over to sit next to Alanna, held her hand and coaxed her softly:

"I already know I was wrong, so please don't be angry, okay?"

"Humph!"

Alanna groaned and turned his head away, unwilling to pay attention to the big pig's hoof in front of him. Yi Big Pig's Hoof Sen was not embarrassed at all, just quietly waiting for the girl in front of him to vent her temper.

To coax a girlfriend, you need to be half patient and half indulgent. It's not shameful to give in and admit your mistakes.

After being sulking for a while, Alanna leaned her head on Ethan's shoulder and spoke slowly:

"Ethan... am I being unreasonable? I have no right to be angry with you, but I don't know why... after knowing that you are taking risks again, I can't help but feel irritated..."

"No." Ethan shook his head. "I know you're just worried about my safety. How could you be unreasonable?"

He would still do such an obvious death-threatening question. If Ethan really dared to nod and agree in this situation, he would probably not be able to appease his girlfriend.

Not to mention that he had no intention of blaming Alanna in the first place.

In fact, he was just reflecting on himself. He thought that he might be too self-conscious. He did everything based on his own ideas and never considered the feelings of those around him.

Yes, he knew that nothing could hurt him, and that he had the ability to cover himself no matter how recklessly he acted, but others were completely unaware of this. What he considered a sure win might seem like walking on the edge of a knife to others.

Maybe I really need to change my style of doing things. I should be more stable at least, so that others can feel at ease.