Magician in Type-Moon

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Her skin became pale and translucent, as fragile and easily broken as porcelain.

His entire body exuded an aura of filth and tyranny.

Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile, her lips painted with blood red, making her look particularly ferocious.

"Spatial transfer?"

Iskandar looked at the Caster that had reformed before him and finally burst into laughter, though no one knew why he was so excited.

Perhaps only Webber Velvet, standing to the side, could understand it.

Caster ignored him. No, he's no longer Caster, he's now Avenger.

If one possessed the ability to discern true names at this moment, they would discover that the filthy being occupying the high sky now possessed the true name Medea.Alter.

This was originally a seed of revenge planted by Matou Ike at the very beginning of the summoning process in Caster.

Job changes can be made when there is interference from external forces.

What is external power? Matou Ike's answer is the Command Seals.

The Command Seal forcibly transforms Caster, plunging her into a cycle of tormented memories of her past, igniting her anger and resentment.

Then it is supplemented with black mud obtained from Angra Mainyu.

Thus, the artificial Avenger could be created.

But after three months of interaction between master and apprentice, and that dream... people are all made of flesh and blood, which made Matou Ike somewhat hesitant.

And so came that day's so-called "confession".

At this moment, Caster took the initiative to choose that path. The primal heart can also serve as an external force, and it inherently possesses the power of filth, even eliminating the need for the black mud.

And are they trapped in endless torment of memories?

This is even simpler; there's no need to use Command Seals. She just needs to actively unveil the veil of those unbearable memories.

Actively recall, actively immerse yourself, actively become absorbed.

Hatred and resentment surrounded Medea.

The arrow that struck him by Cupid! His brother, dismembered by his own hand! The contempt he faced from the heroes of the Argo!

And then there's Jason! Jason! Jason!

One-sided devotion only resulted in cold-blooded betrayal!

Chapter 138 Decision

Resentment and regret.

Emotions have materialized and invaded the real world, transforming into an ominous magic.

"I don't need anyone's pity!" Medea Alter growled, her voice filled with boundless rage.

Her eyes had turned pitch black, like a bottomless abyss.

The gaze slowly shifted from the illusion to reality.

The past is the past, and no amount of anger can change the history that has already been set in stone.

But now, something else has enraged Medea.

The enemy before her actually wanted to kill her Master.

What a joke.

What a joke!

What kind of joke is this?!

This is a place I've finally found to return to.

It was so rare to find someone she could be completely honest with.

This feeling of being genuinely treated.

Is this what you want to destroy?

A dark and ominous magic gathered around her.

A book appeared before her—the teachings of the City of Annihilation.

This is Berserker's Noble Phantasm, which she has kept in her possession ever since.

The book slowly unfolded under the guidance of magic.

Something radiating golden light slowly appeared on the pages of the book, standing out starkly from its surroundings.

This belongs to Medea, and is the source of all the misfortune that haunted her life—the Golden Fleece.

The legend that throwing it to the ground would summon a giant dragon has been elevated to the function of this Noble Phantasm.

However, due to the Caster class, this Noble Phantasm cannot be used in this way; it can only be used as a tool to restore mana and health.

Golden sheepskin covered the pages of the entire book, and foul magic gradually seeped into the wool from the bottom up.

As the corrupting magic eroded the Golden Fleece, its brilliance gradually dimmed, and its original golden light was swallowed by darkness, becoming obscure and indistinct.

This is the result of her research over the past few days.

Although she had already been transformed into an Avenger, it wasn't impossible for her to force the use of the Golden Fleece, but Medea clearly wouldn't be satisfied with that.

The opponent is a conqueror king with the blood of a demigod, and has somehow obtained the divine power of Zeus.

This forced her to be more cautious.

"Then let's start with you as the first step..."

The countless monsters gathered at Medea's feet kept piling up; they were sea monsters that had been raised together with the insects in the lake behind Ryudouji Temple and Matou Pond.

They slowly extended their tentacles together—surprisingly, the tentacles gradually swallowed up Medea's robed figure standing above them.

At first glance, the scene before us seems to be Medea's magic failing, causing her familiar to rebel against its master.

However, Medea, whose entire body was covered by tentacles, showed no fear.

Like bubbles rising from the ground, it expanded, pushing Medea, who was gradually being swallowed by the tentacles, upwards.

The horde of monsters beneath her feet had somehow grown larger and larger.

Considering how high this mountain is, just imagining their sheer number is terrifying.

The summons from the 'Snail Annihilation City Text' are truly endless. Tens of millions of tentacles intertwine and merge, gradually forming a large lump of flesh.

It was practically a bloody sandbar covered in nauseating filth and slime, an island of flesh. But the monstrous mass of creatures seemed unsatisfied, continuing to expand and grow.

The mass of filthy flesh had expanded to the size of a sphere.

The alien shadow stands tall against the backdrop of the night.

Even the blue whale or the giant squid, which dominate the deep sea, probably don't have such a huge body.

As for where the dragon, who was supposed to be summoned, is, only Medea herself knows.

The ancient demon god's gaze was fixed on Iskandar and Waver.

That one glance left Weber feeling as if his soul had been pierced, and he stood frozen in place.

The body trembled uncontrollably, emanating fear from its very core.

Iskandar gently stroked Webber with his large hand, which helped Webber catch his breath.

"What on earth is going on? Why is Caster..."

Weber's face drained of color as he looked up at Rider.

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

Iskandar did not answer, even though he had already seen what was happening through Zeus's position.

He just sighed a little at the whole thing.

Is this price really worth it?

As I said before, why not just die a quick and painless death?

"I suddenly remembered something I must ask."

"......What?"

"Weber Fairvet, would you like to serve me as my subject?"

What does that mean...? Could it be...? But now...?

Everything happened very suddenly today.

Whether it's rejecting Lancer and the others' proposal, attacking Ryudouji Temple, or now...

But when his gaze fell upon Iskandar's resolute eyes, he already knew...

So now all you need to do is answer this question.

The passionate emotions made Weber tremble all over, and tears flowed down like a dam breaking.

This was a question he knew was impossible, but he had always longed for and hoped for.

There was no need to hesitate, because the answer had already been prepared, hidden deep in his heart like a priceless treasure.

"Only you are—"

The boy, who was being addressed by his full name for the first time, didn't wipe away his tears. He stood tall and said in a firm tone:

"—Only you are my king. I am willing to serve you and sacrifice myself for you."

This oath made the tyrannical king smile. To his subjects, his smile was a reward that surpassed all rewards.

"Well, that's fine."

"It is my duty as a king to reveal dreams. As a subject, your duty is to see clearly the dreams displayed by the king and pass them on to future generations."

The Conqueror King appeared to be high above, unreachable even when he reached out.

“Live on, Weber. Witness all this, and then live to tell it all. Tell the world how joyfully your king lives, tell the world how swiftly Iskandar gallops.”

Weber was in tears, for reasons unknown...