Chapter 433 Contradictory Spiral Aozaki Orange: Full Blood Resurrection
A few days later——
Linglongguan's cemetery is filled with an atmosphere of sadness. Even the sky is gloomy, with tiny cold raindrops falling. The elegant woman's face is haggard, her black hair has a lot of white, and her eyes are full of bloodshot eyes.
Reflecting the two coffins, one large and one small, in front of me.
The tears had long since dried up, and the throat was too hoarse to make a sound. No one could accept the fact that they lost their husband and daughter overnight.
Her heart suddenly started to hurt so violently that it was almost impossible to breathe. She couldn't help but cover her chest and gasp for breath.
"My condolences, ma'am."
The old man in a straight black formal suit handed over the prepared medicine, his slightly cloudy eyes showing sadness and helplessness. He has been the housekeeper of the Linglong Pavilion for most of his life, and has witnessed the succession of the current head of the Linglong Pavilion.
The marriage and the birth of Miss Misaya.
But all of this disappeared with the end of the so-called Holy Grail War.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me."
A smile barely appeared on the woman's face, but that smile was uglier than crying.
The tomb was ready, and the servants carefully carried the coffin and prepared to put it into the tomb. Suddenly, there was a knocking sound from the small coffin, followed by a subtle shout.
The servants were frightened, and the small coffin fell to the ground. But the woman was stunned, and then she rushed forward and opened the gap in the coffin with her hands.
"Is it Misaya? Is it Misaya?!"
She asked repeatedly, her voice urgent, not caring that her nails were broken and the coffin was covered with blood.
The housekeeper glared at the servants who dropped the coffin on the ground, then picked up the shovel that was put aside for digging, and raised the nailed coffin lid.
Miss Misaya, who was already dead, actually came to life again, and was hugged hard by Mrs. Linglongkan.
"Misaye, Misaye, Misaye..."
Tears dripped down her cheeks and fell to the ground. Mrs. Linglongkan hugged Misaya tightly, fearing that if she tightened her grip, she would leave her again. As a magician, she had never believed in religion, but at this time, she felt deep in her heart.
Thanks to the gods of all places, he returned his daughter.
"Mother……"
Misaya didn't understand what was happening. She could only feel that her mother's hug was so strong that it almost crushed her. Her mother's body was trembling, as if something terrible had happened to her.
"It's okay, mother."
Although it hurt, Misaya still reached out and patted her mother's back gently, comforting her, just like her mother comforted her every time she woke up from a nightmare.
"Everything is fine..."
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"Is this Tokyo, the venue for the Holy Grail War? It's really..."
The man wearing fashionable glasses came out of JR Tokyo Station and looked at the far east city in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.
What greeted him was an expensive-looking luxury car, which attracted a lot of people's attention. Of course, these two cars were actually very expensive and globally limited editions. But compared with what he brought back from the clock tower, this car
Cars are like garbage in a garbage dump.
After hesitating for a moment, unable to think of any suitable words to describe it, the man could only shake his head and got into the car.
"Go to Nishi-Shinjuku."
He briefly told the driver where his destination was.
"Are you planning to go home?"
"The company and my home are both in the same building, right?"
After answering jokingly, he reached for the car phone.
"Well, I've already arrived in Tokyo. According to the news from the church, the Holy Grail War is over. Even the Cardinal in charge is dead. It's really a failure."
"Hahaha, you are kidding me. If I were intimidated, I would not come to Tokyo. Although I failed this time, there should be a second Holy Grail War. No one will refuse the temptation of the universal wishing machine.
."
"Don't worry about money. Compared with what we are pursuing, no, it should be said that money is incomparable at all. If you can use money to obtain a powerful holy relic, then go ahead and do it."
The vehicle quickly drove onto the Capital Expressway. Looking at the skyscrapers passing behind the vehicle, he continued.
"That magician's name is Nigel Seward. Convert all the information purchased from him into data form and preserve it well. As for the body, dispose of it according to his requirements."
"The magician's family lineage and bloodline were originally thought to be just rotten things, but now it seems that they still have some use. At least without these things, it would not be possible to go as smoothly as it is now."
"Okay, that's pretty much it, I'll leave the rest to you.
After hanging up the phone, the man looked out the window at the newly built Shinjuku New City Hall, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
"A universal wishing machine?"
He stretched out his hand and held it, as if he wanted to hold the whole world in his hand.
"Then you are mine."
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Although the head of the family was lost, the Linglongkan family did not fall into chaos. Linglongkan Misaya took over all the family affairs and took care of everything in order. Even though she was extremely sad, she still encouraged those who lamented every day.
A mother who spent her time in poverty.
[This is the last batch of documents for today.]
At the beginning of the lanterns, the young head of the family put her pen aside, and her body was almost buried under the reviewed documents.
Rubbing the pain between his brows, he realized that since his father's death, some people have been eager to take advantage of the Linglong Palace family's weakness to tear off their flesh and blood and gain a share of profits.
She successfully fulfilled her responsibilities as the head of the Linglong Pavilion, using her outstanding talents to freely control Linglong Pavilion and everything below, blocking those prying eyes from outside, proving that the Linglong Pavilion family has not declined and will only grow forever.
Shining on the top of the Far East.
But no one knows what Misaya gave up, except herself.
Staring at her face in the glass, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Everything that happened in the Holy Grail War was like a fog. How did her father die, and where was Caster? Could it be that a follower raided the Linglong Hall house? She
What happened to him again?
No one could answer her. Misaya only knew that there was no winner in this Holy Grail War. The master who knew what happened was either dead or had left the far east.
"Do you want to know the answer?"
A misty voice rang in my ears, like the night wind passing through the city.
Misaya turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. There was only a shadow shaped by starlight. The shadow's face was shrouded in light, and all she could see were those breathtaking golden eyes.
.
"Who are you?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you want to know what happened in the Holy Grail War?"
After a brief silence, the girl nodded.
"Then you just need to wait patiently until the day when the Holy Grail War starts again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the radiant shadow disappeared like a bubble. Everything that happened before seemed like a dream, but only what appeared on the table proved that it was not a dream.
——That is the Holy Grail with golden light.
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"How is it possible?! Such a thing could happen!"
Kureno Tatsumi looked at himself in the mirror in shock, and then scanned everything around him. This was the apartment he rented, and he would never admit it, but shouldn't he have died in the Holy Grail War?
Could it be that everything is just a nightmare?
The calendar on the wall shows today's date. To be precise, it should be the day half a month ago. Because I have the habit of crossing out a day after it passes, it will never be wrong.
So is the Holy Grail War really just a nightmare?
But why do I remember this dream so clearly?
He opened the backpack placed on the chair and saw a worn black notebook lying quietly in it. Kuranosumi picked it up and looked through it. Among the messy and strange words, he found that familiar sentence
of mantras.
This was a relic given by my grandfather from my hometown. It was by reciting that incantation that I made a new friend with three names, got involved in the Holy Grail War that swept through Tokyo, and then died.
in.
【So everything in the dream is not just a dream?】
If all this is destined to happen, as long as I don't recite this mantra, I can escape, continue to go to school as usual tomorrow, look at the girl I like, and maybe confess my love, and there won't be anything at home.
Worry about yourself...
I am just an ordinary high school student, barely a half-baked magician, and I have no power to stop this. There is nothing I can do.
【But do you really want to give up? 】
Kurono Tatsumi couldn't help but clenched his fists, thinking of the families that were destroyed because of the Holy Grail War, the buildings caught in the flames, the little boy who protected his sister, and finally the new friend with three names.
, thinking of their vows under the stars.
Suddenly he laughed out loud. He was really so stupid that he was hopeless.
Maybe I can run far away and return to my hometown to escape this half-month period, but what about this city? This warm city has the girl I like, has my friends, and has those who smile at me.
What about the city? What should she do?
"So berserker, my friend, please help me one more time..."
"This time, I must stop the Holy Grail War!"
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Somewhere underground in Tokyo, a brand-new spell absorbs a steady stream of magic power and stores it. In the boy's embrace, the brand-new Holy Grail has condensed into an illusory form, waiting for the day it matures.