I'm really not an old sword

"Why isn't he with me?"

Thinking of Lin Qingsu, Linglong Pavilion's Misaye could no longer calm down. She was now almost certain that this bastard was definitely hiding something from her.

"If I go back alive, you'll be in trouble."

"if..."

Looking at the dark night under the mist, Linglongguan Misaya left the street.

The city at this time was spacious, but also dirty.

The streets were littered with garbage and even a lot of excrement. After walking for a while, Misaya at Linglong Pavilion felt a little irritated. She didn't know what was going on here. No matter how she knocked on the door, even if she offered a jewel necklace in exchange for a place to stay for one night, those people remained unmoved and avoided her as if she were the plague.

After being rejected again, Misaya didn't care anymore.

She didn't know the specific situation, but she could see that it was very dangerous here. If she stayed outside any longer, she would probably become a corpse by tomorrow morning. Although she didn't know if these residents had any problems, it was better to go into the room than stay outside.

Just as she was about to use magic to blast the door open and rush in, a gust of wind suddenly blew past.

Linglongguan Misaye turned her head and suddenly found that the fog on the street had become much thicker. The houses opposite could no longer be seen clearly, and only vague lights could be seen.

Alarm bells rang in her heart. Just as Misaya of Linglong Pavilion was guiding her magic power, she was horrified to find that she could not use it.

The increasingly dense white mist absorbed all the magic power she had condensed like a magic-absorbing monster.

There is plenty of magic power in the body, but he cannot use it.

The strange signs made her increasingly uneasy.

There seemed to be a terrifying monster in the invisible white fog, and the feeling of being stared at made Linglongguan Misaya feel powerless.

"Are you going to die?"

Linglongguan Misaya doesn't like to admit defeat, but she understands her situation better.

Unable to use magic, she had no ability to fight back at all.

Like a deep whisper from the abyss echoing in the thick fog, Linglong Pavilion's Misaya watched all this with a calm expression.

When she was dying, Linglongguan Misaya suddenly felt her mind was much clearer - regarding the matter of Lin Qingsu, perhaps there were too many things to do in the company before, and she didn't think about it carefully at all. Now thinking about it, Linglongguan Misaya was very angry.

She suddenly figured out what Lin Qingsu was hiding from her!

"You bastard! You'd better expect me to die here!"

"Hehehe, hehehe, hahaha!"

A crazy laugh rang out from the fog.

Misaya of Linglong Pavilion gradually collected her thoughts.

Looking coldly at the increasingly dense fog that reduced visibility, and listening to the laughter that seemed to come from all directions, both old and young, both male and female, Misaya from Linglong Pavilion suddenly felt an unprecedented desire to survive.

She really wanted to go back and sink that bastard in Tokyo Bay!

Not only did he cheat on himself, he also lied to himself!

What she can't tolerate the most is being cheated on. But that's not enough, the person that bastard cheated on is actually my mom?!

Furious, Linglongguan Misaya's body was filled with a faint magical power, and she raised her hand and waved.

The black magic bullet shot straight towards the thick fog.

There was only an angry scream and the sound of breaking air. Misaya sneered and suddenly raised her leg.

As soon as the shadow appeared in the thick fog, he was kicked in the head.

Necromancer

By channeling some of the Heroic Spirit's abilities to the magician himself, even a weak magician can gain impressive melee abilities for a short period of time.

The figure immediately flew backwards at a speed even faster than when it came, while Linglong Pavilion's Misaya was still standing there.

Although she succeeded in one attack, she did not dare to rush into the white fog.

The magic power in her body that had just been broken for some reason was blocked again. Linglongguan Misaya was thinking about how to survive and go back to settle the score with Lin Qingsu, when she suddenly found that the white mist seemed to have dissipated.

The sound of iron armor colliding could be heard.

"Oh, you're just a woman, you did a good job."

The arrogant young man's voice rang out.

As the sound of iron boots approached, a blond figure in armor appeared in the thick fog.

The man was wearing red and white armor, carrying a large sword on his shoulder, with fresh blood dripping on the sword, and a wanton smile on his face.

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion was stunned and couldn't help but clench her fists.

"Arthur?!"

The young man was also stunned when he heard this.

He looked carefully at Linglong Pavilion Misaya and suddenly frowned. He felt the fluctuation of his father's magic from this woman.

"You are this king...my stepmother?"

Chapter 22: Father Kotomine, the Storyteller

"Ophelia."

Even if her magic power was not overdrawn, Ophelia did not think that she would be a match for this man with ridiculously high physical strength, so after calming down from her initial panic, Ophelia quickly answered his questions.

"My name is Ophelia Farmsolone."

"Sounds familiar, where have I heard you before?"

"I'm a student in the Spiritual Admonition Department at the Clock Tower."

After hearing this, Lin Qingsu looked at her for a while, and then she suddenly understood.

As someone who skipped the plot, he could no longer remember the appearance of the members of Chaldea's Group A except for Yu Ji. He only vaguely remembered that the captain was Marisbury's student and that there was a "modern Valkyrie" in the team who had a crush on him.

Come to think of it, her Heroic Spirit is Sigurd...

"My name is Lin Qingsu, a student of the Modern Magic Department."

"what?"

Ophelia kept staring at him blankly with her cherry lips slightly parted.

Lin Qingsu explained: "My teacher is El-Melloi II, and my fellow disciples are probably the most famous ones in Linglong Pavilion..."

"It's not that I don't trust you," Ophelia explained. "I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect it to be you."

Lin Qingsu asked curiously, "Have you heard of me?"

"Um..."

Ophelia said this but didn't know how to continue.

After all, the two reputations she had heard of the other party were "a super waste with the best talent in the Clock Tower" and "a killer of the young lady", neither of which were good reputations.

"Okay, I understand."

Looking at Lin Qingsu's depressed expression, Ophelia couldn't help but burst out laughing.

As they exchanged identities, both of them relaxed.

Ophelia is a character in the plot, and she behaves very decently and is trustworthy. In this situation, having someone you can trust, even though it may not be of any use, is reassuring.

"Can I ask you why you don't look tired at all?"

"Oh, I run every morning at home, so I'm in good shape."

The effect of exercise is a bit too good to be true.

Ophelia's smile was a little awkward. Lin Qingsu didn't explain and changed the subject, "What's going on over there?"

"Ah, oh."

Ophelia was resting at home - she was separated from her parents and lived alone in London - when she saw the fog outside, she realized something was wrong, so she planned to go to the clock tower to seek help. Unexpectedly, she encountered a large group of zombies on the road, and then she met Lin Qingsu.

After she finished telling her experience, Ophelia looked at him hesitantly with a flicker in her eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Qingsu knew that she was still a little afraid of her, so she told her about her experience.

From the sudden incident at Linglong Pavilion, to going back to find Sakura Matou but discovering that she had left for something, and finally meeting her at the Clock Tower to look for someone, the story was told vividly with many details, and Ophelia felt a little relieved after listening to it.

"What do we do next?"

Ophelia, who has a domineering face, acts very weak.

"Let's see if we can get out of town."

"it is good."

The two of them groped their way along, and when they reached a corner of a three-way intersection and just turned the corner, they suddenly heard whispers in the fog.

Lin Qingsu glanced at Ophelia and found that she was also looking at her.

"It doesn't seem like an auditory hallucination."

The whispers came from men and women, young and old, as if coming from countless people, and it was impossible to tell their specific direction.

"I'm looking behind you."

Ophelia said this and turned around and stood back to back with Lin Qingsu.

He cast the "necromancy" technique, holding a spear made of condensed magic power in his hand and staring at the white mist in front of him.

Lin Qingsu didn't answer and held the Silin sword.

"Hey hey hey!"

A strange laugh suddenly rang out amidst the whispers.

Is it his side?!

Ophelia was startled when she didn't feel any movement from Lin Qingsu behind her. Just as she was about to turn around, a shadow suddenly emerged from the white mist in front of her.

Here with me?!

The incident happened suddenly, and Ophelia's attention was all on Lin Qingsu. She had no time to react and could only watch the dagger emitting cold light gradually approaching her throat.

'Bah! '

A sword whose blade could not be seen clearly and seemed to have merged with the white mist blocked the dagger.

The sound of metal clashing filled her mind.

The sword blade slashed across the dagger, and after a series of harsh friction sounds, Lin Qingsu stepped forward and swung towards his body.

The opponent twisted his body strangely, and the dagger accurately blocked Lin Qingsu's attack at an angle that was impossible for the human body to achieve. He used the force to step back and merge into the white mist again.

Lin Qingsu immediately picked up his sword and followed.

Looking at Lin Qingsu's back as she was about to rush into the thick fog, Ophelia stretched out her hand and opened her mouth.

When Lin Qingsu reached the edge of her vision, she stopped, hesitated for half a second, and then turned around to look at her.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay." Ophelia knew that he didn't catch up because of her: "Thank you."

"It's okay, just stay with me. This guy is a bit difficult."

"Ah."

Ophelia raised her hand to pull at his clothes.

The previous doubts disappeared.

The fight between Lin Qingsu and the shadow just now made Ophelia fully understand the gap between herself and them. It was definitely easy to kill her. If Lin Qingsu abandoned her, she would definitely die miserably.

Ophelia raised her hand and hesitated in mid-air. She pursed her lips, then raised it again and pressed it on the blindfold.

Just as she was about to say something, the noisy sounds around her suddenly disappeared, and Ophelia looked around blankly.

A clear sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.

Lin Qingsu and Ophelia looked there at the same time, and soon, a middle-aged man in priest's clothes walked out slowly from the white fog.