Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"The Dark Six...?"

Hearing this name, Roland was speechless for a moment.

Although this seems to be common knowledge to the two girls, for him who is not from the Tsukihime world line, this name is just a casual mention in the setting collection.

"I remember that in the church's current ranking, it is still the second place, right?"

Even though the list given by the church was confusing, it was not randomly arranged. Even if those who were able to get a seat were not pure Dead Apostles, they were basically people related to them.

Given the threat posed by the primate killer, and the strong connection between him and Heiji as her pet, it was hard for Roland to imagine that anyone could push Fufu out of the top spot.

"Just in terms of reality, the church's list does have strong credibility."

Loreleija nodded and spoke softly.

"But the first seat here is not determined by factors such as threat or bloodline, but simply because of its significance and importance to the Dead Apostles."

——The six dark royal powers.

The first Dead Apostles.

All experiences are buried in history and are now in a state of resurrection.

According to rumors, when it comes back to life... it will lead the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

More orthodox than Lord White Wing and Lord Black Princess, the true King of the Dead Apostles.

But just like the first seat of the Dark Six Kingship, it was upgraded by removing some non-Dead Apostle monsters.

The twenty-seven ancestors here naturally cannot literally include Ort, Baozhu Weng and other monsters such as the current twenty-seven ancestors, but specifically refer to the ancestral dead apostles who were promoted with the Principle Blood Ring.

But even so, this is already very scary.

After all, the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor is now just a loose group, and most of the time he is engaged in endless internal factional struggles. However, he can still show his ability to compete with the two large forces of the Church and the Magic Association.

If they are successfully integrated, they will definitely become a major threat to human society that cannot be ignored.

This is not groundless worry, but a lesson from the past that we must guard against.

The last person who accomplished this was the Moon King. If it weren't for the extremely high value of the magic, the loser would have been humans.

From this point of view, the title of the first ancestor of the Dead Apostles is not an exaggeration.

Roland frowned and thought for a while before comparing the few words in the church documents with reality. He raised his head and looked at Loreleija in front of him.

"But even so, it's just a legend, right?"

"That's right," Altluchi confirmed Roland's judgment. "It claims to be in the process of resurrection, but no one knows or has any data to record when it died."

"The identity of the first Dead Apostle is also the same. This ancient existence, but no Dead Apostle, not even the Ancestor, knows its true identity."

Miss Heiji counted on her fingers and listed the doubtful points one by one.

Although they were born before the Christian era and have never occupied mainstream society, the history and experiences of the Dead Apostles are quite clear, and there is no complicated unofficial history at all.

On the one hand, the curse of immortality and the power beyond human are there. With such innate conditions, if they are more careful when eating and less reckless, most of the Dead Apostles can live for hundreds of years.

Furthermore, the oldest beings at the beginning of their history are still alive and well in the world today.

For example, Artluqi, who was created by Zhu Yue himself, and Baoshu Weng, who defeated Zhu Yue, were both eyewitnesses of this period of history.

In this case, it is okay for the ancestors of the new generation, but it is impossible for the ancestors of the old era to be unknown.

Then, the girl gave her conclusion seriously.

"Although what he said makes sense, the fact is that this guy's existence is full of mystery."

"If that's the case, why is it that the Dark Six's seat is higher than the Moon King's?"

Roland still couldn't understand it.

Even Zhu Yue, who was regarded as the origin by the dead apostles, was only given the third seat.

It is also in the process of resurrection and may make a comeback at any time. This legend, which sounds only a step away from being fabricated and has never been confirmed by anyone, is even ranked second by the church, a position that is higher than Zhu Yue.

A King of Dead Apostles who has never appeared but is recognized to be more powerful than Zhu Yue?

It's unreasonable no matter how you think about it.

"Because of Lord White Wing."

Lorelaia folded her arms over her chest and snorted.

"For nearly a thousand years, apart from fighting against the Black Princess faction, he has been tirelessly spreading the legend of the Dark Six Kingships."

White Wing Prince?
Roland was slightly startled.

"I don't know the exact circumstances at the beginning, but even if it was just a publicity stunt at the beginning, after working hard for it for thousands of years, we can't help but face it."

Lorelaia also frowned as she spoke.

"He has been trying to secretly work for the resurrection of the Dark Six and win over his companions. He seems to be very secretive about this. Although there is no evidence, at present, this name probably refers to the result of some kind of ritual."

“That explains why no relevant deeds have been passed down, but it is currently being revived from the dead.”

"So that's the case, no wonder..."

Roland stroked his chin and pondered.

A simple legend is one thing, but an ideal that has made Lord White Wing fight for thousands of years is another thing entirely.

Compared to the Moon King, whose hope of resurrection is slim, the White Winged Duke, who cannot be conquered for the time being and whose actions can only be watched, is more worthy of vigilance.

However, Roland was more curious about what Prince White Wing did.

He clearly wanted to do something big, but he took the initiative to spread the existence of The Dark Six, so that the enemy knew his purpose clearly. At first glance, it was indeed quite subtle.

But on the other hand, if the White Winged Duke had not used his constant failures and efforts to reinforce this impression, the Dark Six Kingship would not have become a rule weirdness that even the church took seriously.

This practice of quietly turning an ambiguous conclusion into common sense gave Roland, who had just experienced the Magical Index, a familiar sense of déjà vu.

When Aleister was planning for the future, he used a technique called Archetype Control to create a conceptual boundary between magic and science.

The behavior of the White Winged Man is similar.

In fact, this process of gradually forming a common understanding when multiple parties participate in an event is the basis for establishing archetype control.

Although he did not have the extraordinary talent and skills of Aleister, relying on his long life and perseverance, it was still enough for Bai Yigong to achieve the same result using this rather clumsy method.

Moreover, while a good method certainly has its advantages, a stupid method also has its own charms.

From another perspective, this kind of slow and steady behavior is more suitable for the White Wing Prince who is a Dead Apostle.

This kind of plan, which requires planning with the changes of the times and is not significantly threatening, at least you don't have to worry about Alaya sending guardians directly to your doorstep and taking everything down on you.

"It seems I need to change my outlook a little bit."

Roland said thoughtfully.

The Type-Moon world has almost become synonymous with the Fate side nowadays. Compared with the diverse Heroic Spirits and Noble Phantasms, the Tsukihime side, which lags behind in commercialization, gives people a very simple feeling.

But as the company's first official and popular work, the effort and inspiration poured into it by the creators are no less than the other side.

It doesn't make sense that a group of Dead Apostles who live in reality, participated in major wars with UO, and started out as first-rate servants, would be weaker than FGO in their ability to cause trouble.

But Altruci obviously took this as a compliment to the White Winged Lord. "To persist in this ancient and moldy ritual shows that he is just an arrogant paranoid at best."

The girl shrugged her nose, looking quite unhappy.

“That’s a very accurate assessment.”

Lorelaia nodded, looking agreeable.

Her long ponytail swayed gently as her head moved up and down.

"But no matter what, even if it is just a paranoid delusion, as long as Lord White Wing wants to complete it, I will do my best to destroy it."

As long as it is something that is disadvantageous to Lord Bai Yi, we must help.

This is the principle that every Barthelmero has engraved in his personality.

Although she had just fallen into a trap and nearly lost her life, this not only did not leave Lorelai with a shadow of fear, but instead fully aroused her fire of revenge and strong sadistic heart.

"Although the preliminary preparations seem to be unstoppable, it doesn't matter. It's better this way. If the ceremony fails at the last minute, it will be the best way to enjoy the leeches wailing in despair."

Miss Marshal of the Demonic Path murmured in a low voice, and suddenly turned her face towards Roland.

"Your Majesty Roland, do you plan to participate in this hunting operation?"

"me?"

Roland thought for a while and raised his eyebrows.

"Because the church will most likely not stand idly by. Even if they are not as enthusiastic as you, they will probably still show up. After all, I am personally somewhat curious about the ritual of the Dark Six."

"So, this is a new hunting game."

The girl said softly.

She was obviously very satisfied with this trend, and even the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"In the name of the Demon Marshal, in this competition against White Wing, I will do my best to return the favor you have received this time, but even so, I will not give up my desire for victory. Please do not be careless."

"Your Majesty, it's almost time for me to leave. There are still many things waiting for me to deal with."

"……as long as you are happy."

Although hunting the ancestors of the Dead Apostles was just a hobby to kill time, the real purpose was to use it to indulge in intimacy with the two ladies and to bring their mothers into the harem.

But looking at Lorelaia, whose eyes were full of light, as if she was looking forward to the next meeting, Roland's mouth twitched, but he still didn't say anything to spoil the fun.

"Finally... this is my personal thanks for saving me before."

The girl glanced at Altluchi beside her and suddenly took a step forward.

Immediately afterwards, a fragrant breeze blew towards me.

After subconsciously hugging the person with his backhand, Roland quickly reacted.

Apart from her arrogant attitude and her elitist attitude, this Demonic Marshal lady is surprisingly quite sensible...

Although it was unexpectedly difficult to conquer her, he only got an active hug after he heroically rescued her from the powerful Dead Apostles and Futari.

If it were any other girl, even if she didn't fall in love with him, at least her liking for him would have increased dramatically.

but……

Roland's gaze gradually slid down from the girl's pretty face so close to him, from her swan-like slender white neck to her towering breasts and slender thighs, and his throat could not help but move slightly.

However, before he could get started.

"Letting Barthelmero suffer the humiliation of being humiliated by the dead is no different from death, so, to show my gratitude, I will turn a blind eye to the true identity of that maid."

The girl's voice was sincere and full of confidence.

The same is true for action.

Without waiting for Roland's response, she let go of his hand and left as gracefully as the wind.

She is indeed a good woman...

Be tactful in advancing and retreating, be moderate in responding, be principled but not pedantic.

The Queen of the Clock Tower is indeed worthy of her reputation.

In comparison, my house is...

Thinking of this, Roland glanced at Miss Heiji, who was still using her strength to restrain her aura and act as a maid, but had not yet realized that her identity had been exposed.

Although her acting skills are impeccable, she has no formal experience as a maid and is somewhat lacking in details.

The previous complaints could be described as arrogant, but when it came to the White Winged Prince, the invisible disgust and familiarity were clearly not something that belonged to ordinary church members, and it was normal that this could not be hidden from Barthelmero, a professional Dead Apostle.

But it seems that out of trust in the saint, and the fact that Arteluci did not bring any guards and was dressed as a maid, Loreleija has not yet suspected that the maid following the saint is the famous Black Princess.

"Don't look at it, that shameless woman has already left... Hugging someone the first time you meet is too ridiculous..."

I completely forgot that I had my first kiss on our first meeting, and that’s what Ms. Kurohime, who was pictured completely nude, said.

She just turned her head, ready to alert Roland, when she noticed the subtle expression on his face, as he was immersed in thought.

"Are you thinking about something bad again?"

Although she didn't know what the other party was thinking, Artluqi was still able to find the truth.

There was no need for any reason. The chill rising from her spine was the best proof. No one else but Roland could make her feel this way.

When the girl thought of Roland's undisguised brutality in front of her, but his gentle appearance in front of Lorelaia, her expression unconsciously darkened.

She lifted up the hem of her skirt angrily and kicked Roland's calves a few times.

Of course, the male protagonist, who is not a gentle type, would not care about this behavior which was no different from acting like a spoiled child. Before being kicked, he skillfully stretched out his hand, smoothly grabbed the girl's leg, and then neatly took off his black leather boots.

Although I hate white stockings, I can't wear them at all because the black pair has been stained white.

So the girl's beautiful and slender feet are now wrapped in a pair of pure white stockings.

Well, it feels very soft and silky to the touch, making you love it.

Because her feet were not on the ground, for a moment, Artelucci could only let Roland do what he wanted without any ability to fight back. She was half-forced into Roland's arms.

“Ugh! You, do you think about this kind of thing every day?”

While catching her breath, the blushing girl glared at Roland fiercely, using this symbolic struggle to express that she did not give in obediently, but was just forced into it.

"I am a healthy adult male after all. Besides, you have already paid a price for hiding your aura, so isn't it a good time to settle it now?"

"Humph, if it weren't for the restrictions of the contract..."

"Oh, yes, speaking of this,"

Ignoring the complaints that had almost become a catchphrase of the girl, Roland smiled and enjoyed the small pillow in her arms. She spoke casually as if she had thought of something.

"Alterluci, after this incident is over, I will set you free."

"...Huh?" (End of this chapter)