Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

It's night, Linglong Pavilion mansion,

"Caster, these are my recent research on these Dead Apostles."

The owner of the Linglong Pavilion handed the notes that were half a palm thick to the caster in front of him, looking like a student waiting for the teacher to check the homework, looking forward to receiving affirmation.

"I found that these Dead Apostles are very different from the traditional Dead Apostles. Although the quality of all aspects has been weakened by half, they have increased the ability to infect, just like the flu, although the infected and transformed Dead Apostles are more powerful. Weak, but compared to the traditional transformation of the dead disciples, both the time and the success rate have been greatly improved."

He proudly introduced his recent research. As early as a week ago, when the Dead Apostles appeared in Tokyo, he and Caster secretly eliminated these intruders, and finally discovered the difference between these Dead Apostles. .

After all, the study of Dead Apostles is an enduring subject in the magic world. At the end of their lives, many magicians will transform themselves into Dead Apostles in order to continue their research on the root cause.

Although the owner of the Linglong Pavilion has no worries about lifespan for the time being, it is impossible to say that he has no idea about the immortal life of the Dead Apostles. After all, the time of being a human being is too short, and the road to the root is too long.

"Well, I have also done research on creatures like the Dead Apostle."

Caster flipped through the notes of the owner of the Linglong Pavilion, put them together on the table, and picked up the teapot.

Seeing Caster's flowing tea-making techniques, the owner of Linglong Pavilion couldn't help showing surprise on his face, after all, Caster has never shown any needs or hobbies in this regard.

After all, for a follower, only the magic power provided by the master is needed to maintain the present world, and there is no need for the rest of the material.

"Caster, are you also proficient in tea ceremony?"

"It's just entertainment in my spare time."

Soon the boiling hot tea was placed in front of the Patriarch of the Linglong Pavilion, and he took a sip lightly, smelling the water vapor with the strong tea fragrance.Unexpectedly, the seemingly hot tea is only slightly hot, just the right temperature for drinking.

"Darjeeling, caster, your tea art is not weaker than magic."

Before he could finish his compliments, his body suddenly became hot, his blood was about to burn, and severe pain ran through his entire body, as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder, and he would turn into a pulp at any time.

"Cough cough..."

The Patriarch of Linglong Pavilion fell to the ground weakly, a bloody world was in front of his eyes, and the figure of Caster sitting on the chair became blurred, it seemed to be far away from him, but also seemed to be very close to him.

He moaned, a tinge of red dripping from the corner of his mouth.

This smear of red quickly turned black when it met the air, exuding a rancid smell. There was no vitality in it, only dross remained.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a hazy figure shrouded in starlight standing beside Caster.

"You, have you betrayed me, caster?"

The Patriarch of the Linglong Pavilion tremblingly stretched out his left hand towards his servants. Although the words were questioning, there was still a tiny bit of hope in his heart.

Caster just looked at him silently, without saying a word, he just used his actions to prove his betrayal, and he had nothing to say to the Master who was betrayed by him.

"Yes, is it..."

Sometimes silence is the best answer. Blood flowed from the eyes, nostrils and ears of the Patriarch of Linglong Pavilion. He could no longer see anything clearly, even the pain that almost shattered his body seemed to be gone.

"why why why!"

His anger was full of despair, "You...why, why did you betray me? You, Master Paracelsus, who call me a friend, just because we are like-minded magicians, Walking on the same path, that's why we have a connection that other servants can't have, we, indeed..."

Strong doubts appeared in the mind of the Patriarch of Linglong Pavilion. He used to believe in Caster so much, and believed in every word he said. His words were always full of wisdom, but at the same time, there was also love.

That is the human nature that many magicians should abandon in their training, but the caster still has such a precious thing.It is precisely because of this that the Linglong Pavilion members really realized that this is the existence that is enough to stand side by side with the heroes in mythology and history, and it is an existence that modern magicians can't reach.

He originally thought that he could obtain the Holy Grail with Caster and fulfill the magician's great wish, but the bloody facts in front of him shattered his hope.

"Answer me, caster—!"

Still didn't answer, Caster just watched the owner of Linglong Pavilion shouting loudly, watching his body disintegrate.

Blood gushed out of the Patriarch of the Linglong Pavilion like a spring, soaking the marble floor, and the healing magic that was barely released had reached its peak. Further erode his flesh and blood.

The figure shrouded in the starlight also silently looked at the dying Patriarch of the Linglong Pavilion, without saying a word.From the time he drank that cup of tea, his life has come to an end, and even if he wishes to the Holy Grail, it cannot be reversed, and it will not help.

"Is it because of this person that you betrayed me? Caster."

The blood vessels protrude from the skin, looking like gnarled tree roots, which are in danger of bursting at any time.

"Oh, that's the case. Caster! Command my friend with Command Seals!"

The owner of the Linglong Pavilion shouted loudly, exercising his right as the master.

That person must be killed.

"kill……"

Even if the Command Spell of Light is used, the Linglong Pavilion family may lose the Holy Grail War, but it doesn't matter.

The judgment of the Patriarch of Linglong Pavilion was correct, but he could no longer continue speaking. The inexplicable force made him unable to make a sound, not only his tongue, but also his hands, feet and whole body were unable to move.

With the passing of vitality, the body and soul decline together, and finally fall apart.

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Beloved of our countrymen, of my teachings, descendants of countless children.

Aiko who is also studying magic in the Far East.

As the head of the Linglong Pavilion, and the participants of the [Holy Grail War] in the city at the end of Tokyo, you have dedicated everything in this cruel battle, just like the literal meaning, you have truly dedicated all of yourself.

I, Paracelsus, honor you.I have mercy on you too.

But the dream of holding the Holy Grail to fulfill your wish is no longer necessary.

However, there is no need to be sad, and there is no need to worry.

I wish the vision, awareness and feeling of your soul to expand properly.In this way, you will have a reason even without redemption.

That's right, just like me.

Even if the wishes of individuals and families cannot be realized.

But in a sense the wish is also fulfilled.

With dazzling beauty, connected to the root, the hand of a lovely princess.