Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Chapter 592 I haven’t gotten in the car yet!

"…It's really surprising that nothing happened."

The magic eye collection train has been stopped for an hour and a half, but everything is normal.

Roland had not anticipated this situation.

It was because Loreleija's attitude when she left was so decisive, and the train happened to stop at this time.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a storm is about to come and a fight could break out at any time.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the carriage, the Demon Marshal did not make any noise.

The staff responsible for operating the train were not affected in any way, and they could be seen coming in and out everywhere.

This made Roland, who had been ready to watch the show, a little disappointed. After all -

"If we don't fight, wouldn't I have been fanning the flames for nothing?"

Although he did intend to grant Caleb the gift, Roland deliberately took away his magic eye in public at that time in order to intensify the conflict and see the quality of the train organizer and Loreleija's intentions.

"You really want the world to be in chaos. You are a saint..."

Even Artluchi couldn't help but complain about this style of acting purely for fun, which was detrimental to others and not beneficial to oneself.

"This is also recorded in the Gospel of Matthew: I did not come to bring peace or a sword on earth."

But Roland was still quite confident.

“Sometimes, rather than maintaining a false balance, it is better to tear it down and start over again, completely destroying it and then rebuilding it.”

"What's more, sainthood is a rather complex attribute and cannot be generalized. An illiterate village girl and a female boxing queen can all become saints, so why can't I?"

"... a guy who is making unfounded arguments."

Altluchi stared at Roland silently with her deep red eyes and muttered.

She turned her head away as if in a huff, revealing a cold expression, and it seemed as if she didn't intend to pay any more attention to him.

Seeing Hei Ji's expression, Roland was not in a hurry. Instead, he picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip slowly.

Although it was a scheduled stop, the Magic Eye Collection Train was still quite respectful enough to set up several tables nearby and prepare meals such as black tea and sandwiches for guests who were strolling around.

But because she had to maintain her status as a maid, Artluci, who could only serve Roland, could not drink tea and enjoy the wind so leisurely.

If the girl didn't want to continue standing there bored, her only option to pass the time was to talk to him.

Therefore, at this moment, Miss Heiji will not continue to be so willful.

Sure enough, when Roland was feeding Fu Fu the third fruit sandwich, Artluqi spoke in a sullen voice, actively sending a signal of reconciliation.

"The reason why Bartmero didn't take action was probably to be on the safe side."

"Oh?" Roland supported his chin and quickly realized what was happening. "Because she came here alone?"

"Yes, the fact that the Mage Marshal has a choir called Clone, which is composed of first-rate magicians, is also quite famous in the world of the Dead Apostles."

Altuluchi said softly.

"After all, the number of groups that Lian Zu can fight against can be counted on the fingers of one's ten fingers. Even I have some understanding of them because of this."

"Although that girl was the absolute main force in the battle that defeated the two ancestors."

"But the intelligence provided by this group, the blockade of the area, and the assistance are the real reasons why Zu was captured - otherwise, even if he couldn't win, it wouldn't be difficult for him to escape."

Roland nodded and agreed with this statement.

After all, although Dead Apostles are aliens, most of them have human appearance and intelligence. With their strength and the instinct to create followers, they can easily create helpers or supporters in human society.

Not everyone can be like a certain scumbag boss who can make a max-level account look like a giant baby.

If the other party had used a little brains and used the lifespan and power of the evil spirits to infiltrate the upper echelons, illegal organizations like the Demon Slayer Corps would have been banned or even uprooted long ago.

Because of this, fighting is actually the easiest part of dealing with a Dead Apostle.

In the surface world where the church holds great power, there are always some who slip through the net, not to mention magicians.

In this group with an abnormally low threshold, there are many who use Dead Apostles for research.

For example, Kiritsugu Emiya's father took the initiative to conduct experiments on turning himself into a Dead Apostle in order to complete his family's magic.

Then, after making a mistake and triggering the island-limited zombie crisis, he planned to run away, thus indirectly prompting his own son to embark on the path of no return as a partner of justice.

But even though his behavior was so bad, he was actually considered a relatively low-brow person among the magicians, at least he used personal exploration to explore the transformation of Dead Apostles.

The more despicable magi would take the initiative to join the Dead Apostles, help them cover their tracks, and kill their own kind in exchange for the gift of not being a human.

Even though the Magic Association itself can no longer tolerate this kind of behavior and has been cracking down on it, it still persists.

In order to avoid mistakes in such an important matter as conquering the ancestors, even someone as noble as Loreleija could only trust the clone team she personally formed.

"Maybe she did it on impulse, or she didn't want to alert the enemy. She came alone this time, so we must be cautious and try to reduce all unstable factors as much as possible."

Altuluchi said softly.

"A high-speed train is undoubtedly a good battlefield."

"Can we minimize the enemy's home advantage and take control of the battle opportunity?"

Roland said thoughtfully.

This was a blatant conspiracy. As the party responsible for hunting, they did not take action after expressing their hostility. This behavior undoubtedly meant a simple test or warning.

If Roseanne felt a sense of crisis and fled the train on her own initiative, it would save Lorelaia the effort of looking for her. If she was not exposed, the girl could also use this time to regain the initiative in this not-so-big carriage.

A gun that is loaded but not fired gives people a much more oppressive feeling than when it is fired.

"But... even the proud Loreleija takes it so seriously. Is that train manager really Zu?"

In the legend of the Mystic Eye Collection Train, although the identity of the founder as a Dead Apostle is semi-public, the exact level of the opponent is unknown because there are no surviving challengers.

The only conclusion he could draw was that he was a high-ranking Dead Apostle based on the size of the enemy.

It's not that the imagination of the magicians is so small, but the fact that the ancestor of the Dead Apostles who can semi-openly own territories, castles and factions would actually become a train manager is much more outrageous than if she were just a senior Dead Apostle.

"Come to think of it, she calls herself Rojian, Altruci, do you know her?"

...This guy is treating me like a maid.

Such a thought flashed through the girl's mind.

Maybe it's because she's gotten used to it, compared to her initial complaints, Artluci can now calmly treat this as a trivial matter.

"Of course I don't know him."

"Why, aren't you the Princess of the Dead Apostles?"

"Are you underestimating the world of the Immortals?"

Artluqi gave Roland an unpleasant look.

Although he is a more indescribable monster than them, he always has human sensibility and childishness at certain moments.

"The ancestors of the Dead Apostles are enemies of each other. If they don't intend to fight each other, it's normal for them not to meet for hundreds of years."

"From the aura, she is neither a member of my faction nor of the White Wings guy, and she is not even from the Holy Church."

"And the struggle between these three factions is exactly the theme of intersection among the ancestors of the Dead Apostles over the past hundreds of years."

"So, I have no impression of her. It can only mean that she is the kind of centrist who has no desire to fight and is focused on herself. This kind of person who is isolated from the secular world and self-sufficient basically has no news about her. To put it bluntly, it is possible that her seat has been usurped by her subordinates."

"It would be fine if he gave his real name or revealed his true identity, but with just an illusion and a last name, it's really hard to tell whether he's a new ancestor or someone I've known before."

"Ugh——!"

Roland had just shown an expression of understanding, but before he could say anything, the loud sound of a whistle attracted the attention of the two.

Looking in the direction of the sound, in the dense forest, the locomotive standing on the track covered by grass had once again emitted white smoke. This was a sign of departure.

It was as if this temporary stop was not a station at all. Although the Magic Eye Collection Train had the shape of a classic steam train, its kinetic energy mainly relied on the magic power provided by the spirit veins.

Therefore, the pause time will not be so punctual, and they will usually set off when the magic power is almost replenished.

"It's time to leave."

Roland stretched and stood up from his chair.

Although many magicians who shared the same idea as him got off the car at first, they quickly returned to the car after realizing that no fight seemed to have broken out. No one really left as Rojian said.

This is not a station scheduled to stop in the timetable. Getting off alone in a wild spirit vein is less safe than collecting trains in the Magic Eye.

Anyway, whether as guests or as magicians, the train manager and Loreleija had no reason to attack them directly.

It would be better to seal the room completely to prevent being hit by the aftermath, escape when chaos breaks out, or hold on and wait until you get to the official station near the city before getting off.

After handing Fu Fu to Artelucci, Roland walked forward along the lush forest.

Although the grass was softer than the carpet in the carriage, it had no effect on him at all.

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However, with only half a minute left.

For an instant.

It was really just a moment.

Roland's hands had just parted the dense branches and leaves around him when the train, which had already entered his field of vision, rushed out roaring like a frightened horse after being whipped.

"boom--!!!"

It is like an arrow shot from a bow, or a bullet fired from a gun.

Its speed was so fast that people couldn't help but worry that the red-embroidered railway would fall apart, causing this terrifying steel behemoth to derail and turn into a ball of twisted flames in the explosion.

But with great risks come great rewards.

In a flash, the violent power pierced through the atmosphere, and the surging air waves centered on the car body, messing up Roland's hair.

No...I haven't gotten on the bus yet—

For a moment, even with Roland's mental strength, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What's happening here?"

Artluki stared blankly at the Magic Eye Collection Train, which seemed to have escaped the constraints of gravity, following the rails that merged with the forest and disappeared into the layers of green. She was no less confused than Roland.

In today's turbulent atmosphere, it is not surprising that the train suddenly left.

No, it is better to say that such behavior is a natural development.

But where is the reason that is sufficient to support the behavior?

Because the carriage doors were not closed in time, Artluchi could clearly perceive that there was no fighting or unrest inside the train.

The surrounding environment is also peaceful, and there are no enemies to be wary of.

Even just a second ago, someone in the car in front saluted Roland through the window. It was a peaceful and everyday scene.

But the next second, it started like an overloaded machine.

It gives people a feeling of...can't wait.

It was as if they had deliberately taken advantage of this time difference and left Roland, the saint, behind.

But what is the meaning of this behavior?
The miracle that Roland performed in public using Caleb as an example is still fresh in the memory of Eltluchi, who knew a lot about him, not to mention others.

Even if it is to avoid trouble, it is a bit too frivolous to pin everything on the fact that a saint with such a miracle cannot catch up with a train running at full speed.

It would be fine if it was just the staff on that train, but since the value of the item had been certified by Loreleija and the ancestor of the Dead Apostles possessed extraordinary physical abilities, it was impossible for him not to realize this.

Thinking of the other party's previous words, Altluchi's pupils dilated slightly.

unless……

"I see. It's me that's being targeted."

Roland raised his eyebrows and directly stated Altluchi's guess.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

As if to prove his words, a voice echoed in the forest.

On the other side of the bushes, in the gap between the thick fog and the cool breeze, the phantom of a woman gradually emerged.

Or, faded would be more appropriate.

The originally illusory veil gradually turned into bright petals.

The smell of fermented grass is replaced by a sweet aroma that is like poison, tempting you to indulge in it.

With an action similar to tearing clothes, the female phantom who called herself Rojian easily tore off the magic wrapped around her body, revealing a pair of beautiful arms.

"It took me a lot of effort to meet you in person to show my sincerity. That bad-tempered woman is really difficult to deal with. She is indeed as bad-tempered as her reputation makes her. As a result, we were a little later than the scheduled time."

As she slowly pulled off the phantom on her body along the curve of her chest as if teasing, Luo Jian explained in her ethereal and beautiful voice.

"Therefore, in order not to be late, I can only appear in this form first, and then change to my real form. Please forgive me."

"It's ok."

Roland shook his head generously and spoke bluntly.

"But it's only an hour and a half to prepare. Isn't that too short? Even if I'm prepared to sacrifice the entire Mystic Eye Collection Train, I don't think this will accomplish anything."

"Instead, you couldn't get away with it even if you planned it out. You should be thankful that you could stop her for a while."

"What a disappointing statement... When talking to a woman, mentioning another woman is a social taboo, right?"

This overly straightforward comment made Luo Jian's movements stiffen slightly, and she finally managed to squeeze out a response through her teeth.

But the next moment, she adjusted her mood and smiled again.

——That smile was full of arrogance and even a little contempt.

"However, if you are worried about whether the next meeting will be interrupted, you can rest assured."

Luo Jian said in a casual tone.

"Since he didn't get off the bus just now, Barthelmero has become a prey that has fallen into a trap."

"Oh?"

Roland's eyes flickered slightly, and for the first time he showed an interested expression.

And Luo Jian did not keep anyone in suspense.

She didn't answer directly, but just tilted her head slightly.

Suddenly, the fog dispersed mostly as if it had received some command.

But what emerged was not the clear sky, but crystal hexagonal wafers.

snowflake.

Like swaying water waves, the dancing snowflakes turned into rolling waves, interweaving with the white mist.

Transform the world into a single hue.

And in this pure white, there is a scene that looks like the abyss of hell.

——Countless blood-colored vines and tree branches, as if they had self-aware lives, bared their fangs and claws, and soared into the sky.

(End of this chapter)