Zongman, the journey begins from the wrong place

The Master of this Holy Grail War is really weird. It would be fine if he was just an ordinary person who doesn't know magic, but at least he is an adult.

Since when can a little girl of five or six years old become a Master?

Although his qualifications were barely acceptable, in Medea's eyes, he was only slightly better than her own useless master, and the magic power he provided was almost non-existent.

After looking around, Medea suddenly felt grateful for Noah's existence.

Although Yazi is not very smart, he has excellent combat power when controlled by a little girl, which is enough to show his extraordinaryness.

If I use my own divine magic to provide him with magic power, he will surely become a very powerful servant, right?

Looking left and right, Medea had to admit that the two were truly allies made in heaven.

Among all the servants, Caster should be the type that is least picky about his Master.

It doesn't matter if you have low magic power, low combat power, or even if you are mentally retarded.

Caster can find his own magic power, summon his own familiars, and arrange his own tactics.

As long as the Master is not an idiot who uses Command Spells to restrict Servants, Caster can easily arrange a war on his own.

The only problem is that Caster can't fight in close combat, and it's not easy to summon a familiar that can rival the three servants, and it requires a lot of effort.

Especially Lancer, who has the highest agility and can even easily avoid magical attacks, can be said to be Caster's nemesis.

And now I have a very good and powerful Berserker who is short of magic power. This is simply the perfect combination, right?

When she thought of this, Medea almost wanted to laugh out loud.

But no!

Thinking of the heavy blow to her abdomen last night, Medea immediately suppressed her joy and maintained the cold arrogance of a magician from the Age of Gods.

Damn brat!

I have never suffered such injustice!

Of course, she thought so, but when Medea met Noah's gaze, she lowered her head honestly.

"The spiritual veins in this mansion aren't very good. It's more than enough for a magic workshop and a defensive barrier, but if you need additional mana and defense against other servants, I suggest going to the mountains to the west. I sense a very powerful spiritual vein there."

Damn it! Why am I being so honest?

When will I be able to get rid of this fear of being dominated by a berserker?

It’s so cold, I’m so angry that I’m shaking all over!

Although Noah also vaguely noticed that Medea's body seemed to be trembling under her robe, he thought about it and felt that there were more important problems to solve now.

"Medea, I don't understand any of this, so I can only leave it to you. But besides that, there's one more question I'd like to discuss with you first—do you desire the Holy Grail? Or, in other words, what's your purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War?"

Because there have been precedents of the Holy Grail choosing ordinary people as Masters, there are Masters who are not interested in the Holy Grail because they do not understand it.

But all Servants came into the world in response to the call of the Holy Grail, and they all have a very strong desire for the Holy Grail.

Therefore, there are almost no Servants who are not interested in the Holy Grail.

There is only one Holy Grail, which means that any pair of servants or masters cannot cooperate wholeheartedly. They must always be prepared to backstab each other and prevent themselves from being backstabbed.

Therefore, the question Noah asked was undoubtedly very sharp and unanswerable.

Where is this? The Holy Grail War!

If the Servant is not interested in the Holy Grail, then he might as well go back to the Throne of Heroes and dig sweet potatoes!

Feeling the air around her instantly solidify, Medea bit her lip, raised her eyes from under her black robe and stared at Noah.

"What do you want to say? Are you threatening me to give up the Holy Grail? Then you might as well kill me right now."

Although Medea spoke so firmly and decisively, there was nothing heroic in her tone, but rather a hint of resentment.

Because after Medea examined Noah, she discovered something she had to admit.

That is, although he hated this brat who beat him up the moment they met, he unexpectedly felt that he would not pose a threat to him.

It should be said that he did not have the usual wariness towards her that other servants should have, even after knowing her real name.

Medea was quite confident in her judgment on this point.

Well, it’s not about having confidence in judging people’s opinions, but about having confidence in being betrayed.

"Well, that's not the case. I just want to ask you for something."

Noah suddenly raised his hand and pointed behind him, "That's them."

Medea looked in the direction of his finger and met the eyes of two little girls who secretly peeked their heads out from behind the wall.

The next second, the two little girls shrank back behind the wall like frightened pigeons.

Medea knew the two little girls. After all, there were only a few of them who could breathe in the entire mansion, and the two little girls had pretty good aptitude for magic.

But what the hell was that look just now?

How come at such a young age, you have such a resentful look at someone who is looking at a thieving cat?

What did I do again?

"I don't have any aspirations for the Holy Grail. If I have to say what I'm looking forward to, it's to have a good, hearty fight with the others. After the Holy Grail War is over, I'll leave this world. I hope someone will stay and take care of them."

Take care of them?

Children do need care.

But what does this have to do with me, a cold-blooded, ruthless, and decisive magician of the Age of Gods?

Why are you telling me?

Medea, with a confused look on her face, met Noah's burning gaze, and her eyes widened when she understood what was going on.

"You, you want me to take care of them?"

Putting aside how she, as a Servant, could stay, the mere fact that she was chosen as the one to entrust the child to was enough to make Medea's brain burn out.

who am I?

The treacherous witch, Medea!

Are you crazy, or do you think I'm crazy? You actually want to entrust the child to me?

Under Medea's gaze, Noah nodded naturally.

"Yes, I think you have seen that these two little girls are quite talented. The person who will take care of them must not only be trustworthy, but also have sufficient magical attainments to teach and protect them. At the moment, I think there is no one more suitable than you."

Seeing Noah becoming more and more confident as he spoke, with his fists clenched and his hands hanging down, and an expression of "as expected", Medea felt like she was about to go crazy.

The question is not whether the magic is strong or good!

Although I am a little bit confident in my magic, shouldn't the key to this question be why you believe in me?

I'm the 'Witch of Betrayal'!

I don’t believe in myself as much as you do!

As a 'witch of betrayal', this kind of self-righteous trust is the most unreasonable thing in the world for Medea!

What she wanted to ask most now was, of course, "Why do you trust me so much?"

But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them.

Noah could naturally see Medea's shock at the moment, and could imagine what she was thinking.

After all, it was he who asked Matou Kariya to travel halfway around the world to search for Medea's relics, so naturally he had studied her history.

When Noah was summoning, he had considered that if he felt something was wrong, he could just kill it with a single strike of his sword.

After being summoned, Noah felt that something was wrong the moment he saw Medea, so he acted on instinct.

However, as soon as he threw his fist, Noah realized the problem.

Although he felt something strange, it was not that he felt that Medea was unreliable or dangerous, but rather a sense of déjà vu as if he had seen another mama-san.

Yes, Noah felt that this Medea was very suitable to be captured and raised as a child!

If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life!

Seeing that Medea was obviously stunned by his straight shot, Noah temporarily slowed down his attack to give her some time to think.

After all, raising a child is a long-term commitment and requires careful consideration.

If he is tricked into agreeing to it now, and then changes his mind after I leave, I will be doomed.

"Besides, I always have a bad feeling about the Holy Grail."

Suddenly realizing something, Noah looked up and saw a plane flying overhead.

90 King Arthur couldn't be a girl!

For Kenneth, an Englishman, the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table can be said to have been heard since he was a child.

After all, Britain is not a big country, and the legend of King Arthur combines almost all elements of the British Isles, including Celtic, Germanic, tournaments and magic, knights and princesses, witches and elves.

Regardless of which country or nationality, little boys basically have the dream of having an adventure, becoming famous at a young age, commanding an army on the battlefield, and wielding a sword to slay evil demons and dragons.

In European and American countries, this kind of youth fantasy is almost directly incorporated into the legend of King Arthur and highly condensed into the three words "knight dream".

Kenneth was naturally no exception. As a genius, he naturally had a dream of being a knight when he was a child.

So when King Arthur was summoned, although Kenneth was reluctant to admit it, he was actually quite excited to meet his idol in private.

Humph, if that stupid and arrogant student hadn't stolen his holy relic, Kenneth might not have noticed that a holy relic of this level was almost defiled by a disgrace to the magic world like the Magician Killer.

However, Kenneth's ambition turned into fear when he saw a little blonde girl appear in front of him.

If he hadn't seen those excellent attributes that were almost all A's, Kenneth would have wanted to push the other person back into the magic circle, go home and have a good sleep so that he could tell himself that it was all an illusion.

However, what really shattered Kayneth's illusions was that after talking with Saber, he learned that her wish was to go back to the day before the king was chosen and deny the existence of King Arthur.

In Kenneth's opinion, this behavior of wanting to deny his past was ridiculous.

So after arriving in Japan and checking into the hotel, Kenneth just set up his magic studio by himself and didn't even bother to talk to the blonde girl who was looking at the skyscrapers in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Altria could naturally sense her Master's dissatisfaction, but she pretended not to know and continued to look at the foreign land that was completely different from Camelot.

Not only is this place far away from her kingdom geographically, it is also out of reach in time and space.

Camelot has been destroyed since the Battle of Camlan, and is now occupied by its former enemies, the German Saxons.

Although the Celts were still famous in the world, they had been almost completely assimilated by their enemies in terms of language and culture.

In Altria's view, this is her responsibility.

In this world, there is no undefeated king and no eternal kingdom.

Even when the Great Source and the gods faded, how could Artoria dare to hope that Camelot would remain eternal?

However, the demise of a country does not mean the death of a nation. Many nations have experienced regime changes for dozens of generations, but their culture and language have been passed down to this day. This shows that the decline of the Age of Gods does not mean that the entire civilization of the Age of Gods will be destroyed.

Other nations can leave their own heritage, so there is no reason why the Celts cannot do the same.

If it wasn't his own fault that the kingdom suffered heavy casualties due to civil war and was conquered by foreign races, then even if Camelot was destroyed, its culture should have been passed down.

This further strengthened Artoria's determination to seize the Holy Grail, return to the day of the King's Choice, and change history.

However, Artoria also knew that her wish must be ridiculous and stupid in the eyes of others.

But Altria didn't care.

Having persevered for so many years for a kingdom struggling with foreign invasions and various natural disasters, her hands are not so clean.

Whether it was plundering village food reserves for war or resolutely sending part of the troops into the battlefield as cannon fodder, Artoria had done it many times.

The road to becoming a king is full of blood and gore, as well as being cursed and spit on.

To Altria, the Master's dissatisfaction and disregard were not even malicious.

What's more, this Master is a very good magician, and his personality is also simple and pure in some aspects. There is no conflict between the two in their fighting concepts.

The most dissatisfied person in the whole room is——

"Really? How long are we going to stay here? I need to go out for a walk!"