A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

Qianyu interrupted him.

After waiting for so long, the Dragon's Eye hasn't reacted at all.

This suggests that the talisman may no longer be here.

In that case, staying here any longer would be a complete waste of time.

"As you can see, I prefer quiet, and such noisy occasions may not be suitable for me."

Qianyu gently placed the untouched glass of champagne on the base of the Roman column beside her and straightened her collar.

"And I have something else to attend to, so I have to go now."

"I see..."

Valon was a shrewd businessman; he knew when to advance and when to retreat.

"That's a real shame, but it's alright, there's always next time."

He raised his glass and gestured to Chiba from afar, displaying the demeanor expected of a gentleman.

Qianyu nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk straight towards the exit of the hall.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been putting on an act the whole time, watched the figure disappear behind the door and followed suit, leaving the scene as if she had completely lost interest in the banquet.

After the two figures disappeared one after the other.

Valon remained standing in the same spot, gently swirling the red wine in his hand.

Is he your friend?

A deep baritone voice sounded behind him.

He was an English gentleman dressed in a well-tailored three-piece suit, his hair neatly combed.

He leaned on a cane, his face bearing the reserved air of an old-fashioned aristocrat, and stared thoughtfully in the direction Qianyu had left.

"No, Mr. Spencer."

Valon shook his head, his smile deepening.

"He is not my friend, but my business partner."

"Partners?"

The gentleman frowned, as if recalling something.

"Strange... Why does that figure look so familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."

"Is there a problem?" Valon interrupted his reminiscence at the opportune moment.

"nothing."

The gentleman shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I just feel that he is too young as your partner."

"what."

Valon chuckled, turned around, and clinked glasses with the gentleman.

"That's what you call being young and promising, my old friend."

"In this crazy world... sometimes, youth is the greatest asset."

Chapter 100 Medea

Shenshui City, Old Town

The city seems to be cursed by rain lately, with continuous drizzle.

In the old town, the rain seems to fall more heavily than in the affluent areas.

Large raindrops pounded on the dilapidated tin roofs, making an annoying noise.

Deep in a certain alley, the air was filled with the smell of rotting garbage and a faint stench of blood.

"Cough...cough..."

A purple figure was lying prone in the filthy mud, struggling to move forward.

Medea's (Caster) deep purple magic robe was soaked with mud and clung tightly to her body.

At this moment, where was even a trace of the arrogance of a goddess from the Age of Gods?

The once elegant hood hung limply to one side, revealing a head of light purple hair that was wet with rain and tangled messily against her face.

pain.

It hurts.

That kind of pain comes not only from the body, but also from the depths of the soul.

Without her Master's magical energy supply, her Spirit Origin is collapsing at an alarming rate.

Medea closed her eyes tightly, the man's last face flashing through her mind.

Just half an hour ago.

She personally used the Rule Breaker to pierce her Master's heart.

Because that madman actually dared to try to sacrifice the souls of children to an evil god.

After Medea refused, the man went so far as to use Command Spells to forcibly twist Medea's will and force her to commit suicide.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the value of the title "Witch of Betrayal".

Even Command Seals cannot completely control the survival instinct of a magus from the Age of Gods.

Moreover, Medea possesses the magic weapon that can sever all contracts—the Rule Breaker.

So in the end she killed him.

With that twisted dagger, she pierced the man's heart.

The pleasure of that moment is real, but the backlash that follows is also fatal.

Without her Master's magical energy supply, and with the drain from forcibly resisting the Command Seals, at this rate, she will completely dissipate from this world in at most ten minutes.

"Is it... going to end again...?"

Medea dug her fingers deep into the soil.

How ironic.

Abandoned three thousand years ago, still being used three thousand years later.

Was the fate of the betraying witch predetermined from the very beginning?

How ridiculous.

All she wanted was a place to belong.

I just want to be needed, so why do I always encounter scum like this?

Is the identity of a witch destined to be a cycle of betrayal and being betrayed?

So this is her fate in this Holy Grail War?

To die in the mud like a stray dog?

"I'm so unwilling to accept this..."

My vision started to blur.

The body temperature is slowly draining away with the rain.

Just when Medea thought she would die silently here like a rat in a sewer.

"Da, da, da."

A series of hurried footsteps echoed through the puddles.

Then the torrential rain suddenly stopped.

No, it hasn't stopped.

A black umbrella was placed over her head, blocking the cold rain.

"Are you alright?!"

A somewhat flustered male voice rang in my ears.

Medea struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

What comes into view is a somewhat worn-out transparent umbrella.

Looking down along the umbrella handle, there was a handsome face, but one filled with panic.

"That young lady?"

The boy's voice sounded frightened; he was clearly terrified by the woman in front of him, who was covered in mud and wearing a strange robe.

But instead of running away, he carefully crouched down.

"You... how did you end up lying here? Are you injured? Should we call an ambulance?"

Ordinary people.

Medea confirmed this in her mind.

There was not a single trace of magical fluctuation, and not even the most basic magic circuits could be detected.

This is an ordinary person through and through, a complete outsider, someone who has absolutely nothing to do with this insane Holy Grail War.

She should get rid of him.

She should warn him to stay away from her.

She should tell him that it's dangerous to be with a dying servant.

If other Servants were to come after him, this defenseless boy would be turned into a corpse within three seconds.

But when Medea opened her mouth, she found that she didn't even have the strength to speak.

My throat felt like it was filled with sandpaper, and every breath felt like my lungs were being scorched.