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

“Lancer…”

Medea gritted her teeth, and magic began to gather in her hands.

"This is none of your business! Get out!!"

"Huh? You want me to get lost?"

Cú Chulainn seemed to have heard a joke.

"That won't do, ma'am. Although I'd love to go easy on you, my Master's orders are to eliminate all variables. Since you're not quite dead yet, I'll have no choice but to reluctantly send you on your way."

At this tense moment, when war seemed imminent.

"My...my floor..."

A voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere.

Cú Chulainn and Medea were both stunned and turned to look at each other.

Kazama Chiba, who had just been thrown onto the sofa, was kneeling on the ground in utter despair, holding a piece of the blasted wooden floorboard. Her face was contorted with heartache.

"Do you know how expensive the flooring is here?! And the landlady said we can't damage the building's structure!!"

Kazama Chiba suddenly raised her head, her previously somewhat bewildered eyes now filled with the anger of poverty.

He pointed at Cú Chulainn, who was still in shock, and trembled with anger.

"Look what you've done!! This explosion has completely destroyed the entryway!! We're definitely going to lose all our deposit!!"

"..."

Cú Chulainn's lips twitched slightly.

This kid...did his brain get blown out?

What time is it?

When faced with a supernatural being like a Servant, the first reaction isn't to run for your life, but to feel sorry for the floor?

"Hey, kid."

Cú Chulainn sighed and, unusually patiently, pointed his rifle at the gate.

"I'll give you a friendly reminder since you opened the door for me earlier."

"Get out of here now!"

"The battle that follows... is not something an ordinary person like you can get involved in. If you are hit by the aftershocks of magic, even if it's just a graze, you'll vanish into thin air."

"what?!"

Kazama Chiba not only didn't run away, but he was even more furious. He scrambled to his feet and stood in front of Medea.

"You're going to fight in my house?!"

"I don't care who you are, this is my rented house, and the contract states I'm the legal resident. If you want to fight, go outside! Go to the park! Go to the river! Just don't do it here."

The last shred of patience in Cú Chulainn's eyes vanished.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? Trying to use such a lame excuse to get rid of me so this witch can escape?"

"Don't even dream about it. My patience is running out. Since you want to protect this witch, don't blame me for stabbing you in as well."

He snorted coldly, and the murderous aura belonging to the mythical hero Kelsen instantly erupted.

"Caster".

Cú Chulainn then ignored Kazama Chiba, who was still chattering on and on, and stared straight at Medea behind him.

"Are you planning to hide behind this mortal like a coward forever? Or is this your new tactic? Using an ordinary person's life to buy time?"

"If that's what you think... then I'm truly disappointed. I didn't expect Caster to be such a despicable character this time."

"Qianyu..."

Medea looked at the thin, frail figure blocking her way, and her heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly by something.

I was terrified, and I had no idea what I was facing.

But he still stepped forward, though he said it was for the sake of this so-called family, how could Medea not understand the meaning behind his words?

"That's enough... stop talking."

She reached out, trying to pull him away.

"Go quickly, Qianyu. This has nothing to do with you. I'll handle it."

He is full of lies.

Medea barely had the strength to lift her arm, so how could she possibly deal with a Lancer at his peak? But she couldn't let this fool stay and die.

Kazama Chiba, however, seemed determined and shook off her hand.

Why would I leave?

"This is my house! And this person hasn't even paid me compensation yet."

"..."

Watching the two of them pushing and shoving each other, Cú Chulainn clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Is this some kind of Holy Grail War or a scene from a third-rate romance drama?

"It's so noisy!!"

The blue figure vanished instantly.

The next second, he appeared behind Kazama Chiba and delivered a swift chop to the back of the boy's neck.

"Uh……"

Kazama Chiba felt everything go black before her eyes, and without even uttering a sound, her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

"Stop rambling on... Go to sleep."

Cú Chulainn then kicked the slumped Kazama Chiba behind the sofa in the corner.

"All right."

After clearing away the troublesome minions, Cú Chulainn flicked his wrist, and the crimson magic spear finally pointed at its true target.

"The troublesome guy is gone."

"How dare you..."

Medea looked at Kazama Chiba lying in the corner, his life hanging in the balance, and her anger instantly erupted.

"Unforgivable!!!"

Countless purple light orbs gathered behind her and poured out like a torrential rain.

"Too slow!!"

Cú Chulainn laughed loudly, and his spear created a red whirlwind, deflecting all the light projectiles.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed and instantly closed in on Medea.

"It's over. Die, Caster."

Chapter 103 The Fake Holy Grail War

There were no fancy moves.

The scarlet spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, carrying an inescapable curse, pierced the witch's heart in an instant.

"Pfft-"

The red spear tip pierced through the purple-robed witch's chest without any resistance, emerging from behind.

However, just as Cú Chulainn was about to draw his gun, his expression suddenly changed.

"Ok?"

The feel is off.

There was no blood splattering, nor the tangible sensation of flesh being pierced; the Medea before him began to rapidly dissolve like mist the moment she was stabbed.

"This is an illusion?!"

Cú Chulainn suddenly turned around and looked out the window.

A night breeze carrying raindrops brushed against his cheek.

The living room window, which had been closed, was now open, and the white curtains were fluttering wildly in the stormy wind of the rainy night.

"Tch...that's fast."

Cú Chulainn spat in annoyance and sheathed his spear.

"You got away quickly, but with this kind of injury, how far can you run?"

"As long as you're still in this city... your magic shines like a lighthouse in the night!"

After saying that, he leaped out of the window and disappeared into the vast rainy night.

"..."

A few seconds later.

The previously empty air suddenly rippled.

Medea's figure slowly appeared.

She didn't run away at all.

The one who just escaped was the illusion, while the real her had been hiding in a corner of the room, holding her breath, using the optical camouflage woven from high-speed divine words.

Given Cú Chulainn's perception, he would never normally be deceived by an illusion of this magnitude.

But Medea made the right gamble. This spearman was too confident and too impatient. He never imagined that a Caster who was on his last legs could still pull off such a trick at the last moment.

"Cough cough..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Maintaining this high level of illusion magic is already the limit for Medea at this point.