The Endless Shuttle

"Of course." Rope confidently stroked his chest, and slowly sang a poem in a low voice.

"The love between the sea and the hero Peleus gave birth to him. He is the son of the sea. When he came, the whole of Greece was calling his name in a low voice. When he grew up, he was valiantly bathed in the waters of the Styx. Wushuang, invulnerable, was regarded as a hero by the entire Greek Allied Forces, even Peng The Silea, the daughter of the God of War, admires him, he is..."

"Achilles!"

Sora had desperately lowered her voice, but the high excitement in it spread out. "You got the holy relic of that existence?"

"exactly."

Rope nodded, and took out a cloth-wrapped item from his body.

After being disassembled, what was placed in it was an item similar to the wreckage of an arrow tip—it took Rope an hour to find it from a construction site somewhere.

"Forehead…"

Sora is not a fool. Although his level is not as good as Kenneth's, the authenticity of the magic item like the holy relic can still be seen. The scrap iron presented in front of him didn't look like the legendary arrow that shot through Achilles' heel.

"...Mr. Cornelius, did you make a mistake?" she asked tentatively.

"Wrong? How come!" Rope shouted loudly. "Miss Sola, please take a closer look. The metal shining with the sun is undoubtedly the arrow of Apollo."

Did you read it wrong?

Sora has always been not very confident in her magic. Hearing Rope's words, he approached him, wanting to observe this ‘Apollo’s magical arrow’ carefully.

"!!!"

Suddenly, the nerve endings issued a dangerous warning, and Sora wanted to turn his head but it was too late.

The attack from the avatar's "Crazy Hell", the force that exceeded the normal number of people, forcibly passed through the defensive defense on the back of Sola's neck, and hit her on the neck.

"Well…"

With a soft groan, Sora slowly fainted in Rope's arms.

"Ah...Sure enough, this kind of non-brained woman is much easier to deal with..."

Leaning down, Rope said softly in her ear: "If you want to hate, just hate Kenneth. If he hadn't brought you here, you wouldn't fall in love with someone you shouldn't love, and you wouldn't be here. Death in the Far East."

Afterwards, he shouted with an angry face, and focused the focus of the entire hall on himself.

"Waiter! My female companion has passed out, call a taxi!"

Finally, with Rope's support, Sora got into a taxi from his hotel together with him—of course, the money came from the Hyatt Hotel.

After more than ten minutes, the farce star Rope and supporting actor Sola already existed in Rope’s room. Although the passers-by and the staff downstairs were surprised by Sola’s appearance, the professional ethics and money were still Let them shut their mouths honestly. It's all here for fun anyway, it's not their business at all.

"Next, it makes you feel ‘fear’, Kenneth’s poor fiancee!"

Rope fiddled with the camera he bought from the street, looking indifferently at Sola, who was in a coma, who was locked by a chain that stretched out of "Crazy Hell."

PS: Rope: Come here, Sola, I will show you a baby (laughs)

PS1: Sora was quite normal before Director Ken summoned Gunman, until she was confused and blackened by the tear mole... She looked handsome and very powerful indeed.

Chapter 7 Kenneth's Fear

—Kenneth Archipoulud.

This genius child prodigy from the Spirit Division of the Clock Tower, from birth to emergence, can be described as having a smooth journey. Even the Master selected by the Holy Grail to be given a spell and become a Master with only seven people is a matter of course to him. This Holy Grail war is nothing more than a gilding ceremony to add pearls to one's crown.

But he never expected that even if the war had not yet started, his own troubles would appear one after another.

First, the sacred relic he had prepared, "Alexander's Cloak" was stolen, and then today, he found out that his fiancée Sola was missing.

"Damn it! I told her not to leave."

Kenneth hugged his head, looking distressed.

Obviously today is the time to be summoned, but she has been silent since early in the morning, and there is a limit to her willfulness, right? According to the plan, the Servant's magic power supply was carried out by her, and now that time had to be postponed.

"Oh. Forget it, Sora hasn't gone abroad for a long time. It's natural to be curious about the Far East. The summoning ceremony will be adjourned to tomorrow..."

In the end, Kenneth gave up blaming Sola and chose to condone her willfulness.

-咚咚.

Just then, there was a noise from the door, and Kenneth didn't ask who it was, but just stood up and walked to open the door. Because under the perception of the magic workshop he had completed last night, it was impossible for any hostile person to come up. It must be the waiter of the hotel.

—He is very confident in his magic skills.

"Mr. Kenneth Archipoulud?"

"I am, what's the matter?"

Outside the door was indeed a man wearing the costume of a Hyatt hotel waiter. He smiled and spoke fluent English inquiries. "I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but downstairs said that one of your items was sent here. It was a video tape. I sent it up specially."

Videotape?

Kenneth was a little puzzled. He didn't have any acquaintances in this country. How could there be video tapes sent?

"Have you checked carefully?"

"Yes, I have confirmed that the consignee did write your name, and the sender is..." Then, the waiter glanced at the name on the kraft paper bag. "Sora Nazele Sofiali."

"?"

Sora sent it, where is she?

"I see, let me get things down." Kenneth took the paper bag from his hand, and then waved his hand gently. "Don't come up again without my permission next time."

Closing the door, Kenneth took out the video tape and looked around, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"That guy Sola, when did you learn this thing? You used to swear'Never Touch' at the Clock Tower... Well, forget it, let her be happy."

Kenneth did not reject science like other magicians, but only ‘not reject’ it.

He put the videotape into the TV with great interest, then sat down on the sofa behind, picked up the teacup and smiled to see what his fiancée had taken.

The next moment, he couldn't laugh.

"Hi, can you hear me?"

The TV is not his beautiful fiancee, but an Asian man with black hair.

He laughed and greeted the camera.

"Kenneth Elmeloi Archipoulud. I've really heard of my name for a long time."