"Caster, these are my recent studies on these Dead Apostles."
The owner of the Linglong Pavilion handed the notes that were half a palm thick to Caster in front of him. He looked like a student waiting for the teacher to check his homework, looking forward to receiving approval.
"I found that these Death Apostles are very different from traditional Death Apostles. Although their overall qualities have been reduced by half, they have increased their ability to be infected, just like the flu. Although the Death Apostles transformed by infection are more
It’s weak, but compared to traditional Death Apostle transformation, both the time and success rate have been greatly improved.”
He proudly introduced his recent research. As early as a week ago, when the Death Apostles appeared in Tokyo, he and Caster secretly eliminated these intruders, and finally discovered the differences between these Death Apostles.
.
After all, the study of Dead Apostles is an enduring topic 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 origins.
Although the head of the Linglong Pavilion has no worries about his lifespan for the time being, it is impossible to have no idea about the immortal life of the Dead Apostle. After all, the time as a human being is too short, and the road to the root is too long.
"Well, I have also done some research on creatures like Death Apostles."
Caster looked through the notes of the owner of Linglong Pavilion, then folded them and placed them on the table, then picked up the teapot.
Seeing Caster's smooth tea-making skills, the owner of Linglong Pavilion couldn't help but feel surprised on his face. After all, Caster had never shown any need or hobby in this area.
After all, for the servants, they only need the magic power provided by the master to maintain their existence, and there is no need for other materials.
"Caster, are you also proficient in tea ceremony?"
"It's just entertainment in my spare time."
Soon the scalding tea was placed in front of the owner of Linglong Pavilion. Sniffing the water vapor with the dense fragrance of tea, he took a sip. Unexpectedly, the seemingly scalding tea was only slightly hot, which was just right.
Drinking temperature.
"Darjeeling, caster, your tea art is no weaker than your magic skills."
Before he could finish his words of praise, his body suddenly became so hot that his blood was on fire. Severe pain shot through his entire body, as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder and would turn into mince at any time.
"Ahem..."
The owner of the Linglong Pavilion fell weakly to the ground. The world in front of him was filled with blood. Caster's figure sitting on the chair became blurry. It seemed to be far away from him, but also seemed to be very close to him.
He groaned, a hint of red flowing from the corner of his mouth.
This red color quickly turns black when it encounters the air, exuding a putrid smell. There is no vitality in it, only dross remains.
Vaguely, he seemed to see a hazy figure shrouded in starlight standing next to Caster.
"Did you betray me, caster."
The leader of the Linglong Pavilion tremblingly stretched out his left hand towards his servant. Although the words were questioning, he still had a tiny bit of hope in his heart.
Caster just looked at him silently, without saying a word, and only used actions to prove his betrayal. He had nothing to say to the Master who had been betrayed by him.
"Yes, really..."
Sometimes silence is the best answer. Blood flowed out of Linglong Pavilion's eyes, nostrils and ears. He could no longer see anything clearly, and even the pain that almost shattered his body seemed to be unfeelable.
"why why why!"
His anger was full of despair, "You...why, why did you betray me? You who call me a friend, Master Paracelsus, precisely because we are all like-minded magicians,
We have walked on the same path, so we have a connection that other followers cannot have. We, indeed..."
Strong doubts appeared in the mind of the owner of Linglong Pavilion. He once believed in Caster so much and believed in every word he said. His words were always full of wisdom, and at the same time, he was also full of kindness.
That is the human nature that many magicians should give up during their training, but Caster still possesses such a precious thing. It is precisely because of this that Linglongkan masters truly realized that this is what is enough to match the magicians in mythology and history.
The existence of heroes side by side is an existence that is beyond the reach of modern magicians.
He originally thought that he could obtain the Holy Grail with Caster and fulfill the magician's great wish, but the bloody facts before him shattered his hopes.
"Answer me, caster—!"
There was still no answer, Caster just watched the owner of the Linglong Pavilion shouting loudly and watched his body fall apart.
Blood surged out of the Linglong Pavilion owner's body like spring water, soaking the marble floor. The healing magic he had barely released had reached its extreme. The venom flowing throughout his body was absorbing the magic power while also strengthening his body.
Further eroding his flesh and blood.
The figure shrouded in the starlight also looked silently at the dying owner of the Linglong Pavilion without saying a word. From the moment he drank that cup of tea, his life had come to an end, even if he made a wish to
The Holy Grail cannot be reversed and will not help.
"Is it because of this person that you betrayed me? Caster."
The blood vessels protrude on the skin, looking like knotted tree roots, and are in danger of bursting at any time.
"Oh, that's the case. Caster! Use the command spell to command my friend——!"
The head of the Linglong Pavilion shouted loudly, exercising his rights as the master.
That person must be killed.
"kill……"
Even if the Light Command Seal is used, the Reilongkan family may lose the Holy Grail War, but it doesn't matter.
The owner of Linglong Pavilion's judgment was correct, but he could no longer continue speaking. The inexplicable power made him unable to make a sound. It was not only his tongue, hands, and feet that could not move, but his whole body.
As the life force passes, the body and soul decline together, and eventually fall apart.
………
………
My beloved compatriots, who have received my teachings, are the descendants of countless children.
My beloved son who also keeps studying magic in the Far East.
As the head of the Relic Hall, and as participants in the [Holy Grail War] being fought in the end city of Tokyo, you gave everything in this cruel battle, just like the meaning of the word, you truly gave everything of yourself.
I, whose name is Paracelsus, respect you and pity you.
But the dream of using the Holy Grail to realize a great wish is no longer necessary.
However, there is no need to be sad or worried.
I wish that your soul's vision, consciousness, and feelings can be properly expanded. In this way, you will have a reason even if there is no salvation.
Yes, just like me.
Even personal and family wishes cannot be realized.
But in a sense, the great wish has also been fulfilled.
Through the dazzling beauty, connected to the source, the loving hands of the princess.