You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"Assassin, how does the new arm feel?"

Caster was a tall and voluptuous beauty shrouded in a magnificent purple-black robe, but her voice carried a mature charm.

——Witch.

Although Caster herself doesn't like being called that, it's undoubtedly the most fitting description.

“Very good, much better than nothing,” Assassin replied with a half-smile.

Caster ignored the sarcasm in her words. She knew that the assassin had suffered a great loss at the hands of the enemy and was in a state of cynicism. It was better not to provoke him.

"There's no way around it. You have a connection with that Servant. It's not just a simple matter of being injured. It's almost impossible to restore a Spirit Origin that has been 'plundered'."

"I know you have done your best, but it is not enough. If I want to take revenge on that man, I must not only recover from my injuries, but also become stronger than before!"

"Then I wish you find a solution soon." Caster Medea remained noncommittal.

"I need your help with a small favor right now."

"Hmm?" Medea looked down in confusion and met Shuten's gaze.

The great demon chuckled, but his voice became more subdued and playful: "I really need something from you."

Medea narrowed her eyes slightly, hidden beneath her hat: "What do you want?"

"That depends on what you brought with you!"

Is it 'that'? My intuition shouldn't be wrong:

—Some kind of treasure that will attract 'dragons'!

Chapter 120: Aunt? Pretend you don't know her!

At 8 p.m., outside a national museum, there were quite a few pedestrians due to its location in a bustling area.

For some unknown reason, starting at a certain point in time, passersby suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy, as if some disaster was about to befall them, but they could not see anything unusual around them, so they couldn't help but quicken their pace and leave in a hurry.

Passersby also subconsciously avoided this place. There was no special reason; it was simply a matter of "feeling." Many people even willingly took a detour and did not think there was anything strange about their behavior.

The guard in the security room yawned, his eyelids heavy and stiff as if coated with lead, and he had to exert great willpower to open them again each time they closed... After repeating this several times, he simply lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Gradually, the area around the museum became deserted, with only the chirping of insects in the flowerbeds and the gentle breeze blowing through the courtyard.

bass!

At the end of the road, a street lamp suddenly went out.

bass!bass!bass!

Like the first domino falling, the streetlights went out one after another. With the two large lights in front of the museum going silent, this land was completely embraced by darkness. From the air, it was the only place in the entire city without lighting, as if the brilliance of civilization had been devoured by some invisible monster.

"Hmph~~Hmph~~Ugh~~Eee~~~"

In the darkness, a slender girl, whose face and clothing were obscured, walked over, humming an unnamed tune that brought joy to those who heard it.

She walked lightly across the long street, then climbed the steps like an ordinary tourist and pushed open the door to enter the museum.

It seemed as if I could see in the dark, and the whole process went incredibly smoothly without any obstacles.

Behind the door is a structure combining a long corridor and an exhibition hall. It is too spacious for an individual. In the dead of night, there is not a sound. Even the moonlight can only shine in a few dim rays. Even if you walk in with the lightest footsteps, there will be a faint echo, leaving you feeling empty inside.

Silent and lonely, the dark museum resembled the palace of Pluto, the god of the underworld. The artifacts slumbered in transparent glass cases, their mottled and worn surfaces seemingly adding to their mystique.

The blurred engravings on the broken stone tablets, the pottery depicting figures and wild animals, the statues with only half their bodies remaining, the lifelike animal specimens... everything is shrouded in darkness, they are asleep, but they inexplicably give people a sense of hidden tremor, as if there are invisible blood vessels connecting them, and the afterglow of history flows slowly in a realm unseen by the naked eye.

This atmosphere is no longer simply eerie and terrifying; it belongs to another era, a realm that refuses entry to people of this world.

But the girl didn't care, because she wasn't a "living person" to begin with, and most of these artifacts weren't even as old as she was.

Just like shopping in a mall, she leisurely looked at each booth, sometimes full of curiosity, sometimes chuckling, sometimes nodding in approval, just like a young girl out for a stroll.

Very few things can catch her eye; everything she chooses is "genuine." Copies or forgeries cannot fool her.

The items she selected floated up automatically, following her like attendants. Just by circling the hall once, she was followed by four or five meters of various items of different sizes, from bronze artifacts to ancient books; her hunting range was extremely wide.

After touring the hall, the girl stretched out her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, several streaks of light flashed, followed by a uniquely shaped tin staff appearing in her hand.

"Yo yo~ Come here, my little fairies~"

The girl waved her tin staff and tapped it on an exhibit of an ancient spinning wheel. The fine threads immediately came to life, flying up from the shelf and circling and weaving in the air, eventually forming a fabric with exquisite patterns.

The items she had selected jumped in quite consciously, and then one of the full sets of knight's armors lit up with red light in its eye sockets, steadily catching the large package.

"Okay~ Let's move on to the next exhibition hall!"

The girl, in a cheerful mood, led the newly recruited knights on their way, and in this way, they successively ransacked three exhibition halls. Several knights and wax figures and other attendants appeared around her to help her carry these miscellaneous items.

After doing all that, as she passed the central hall, she slowed her pace and a smile appeared on her lips: "As expected... seeing you hold back for so long, I thought you weren't going to come out."

hum-

The atmosphere changed in an instant. An invisible ripple of magic swept across the entire hall, and several familiars lost their spirit and fell to the ground. Various miscellaneous items were scattered in a pile, making the girl feel as if she were at the end of history, surrounded by antiques of different styles from different eras.

boom!

The next moment, the glass dome was forcibly shattered, and fragments of all sizes fell down, among which were dozens of hideous undead made of sharp white bones!

"Dragon Fang Soldier?"

The girl looked up, raised her tin staff, and pointed it into the distance: "How 'traditional'!"

There were no visible spellcasting actions, nor any incantations, because the girl's spellcasting method was beyond human comprehension. For her, who served the goddess of night, magic did not require elaborate crafting; rather, all her actions could be transformed into rituals.

Those are the underlying instructions that can directly access the system of "magic," and their efficiency surpasses that of any modern magic!

call out!call out!call out!

Miniature magic arrays, each the size of a palm, floated and unfolded in the air, disappearing in a mere instant, but within that brief moment they shot out slender beams of light that accurately struck the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

These familiars, which are made from "dragon teeth" as their name suggests, may look fragile but are actually quite strong. However, they were meaningless in the face of the girl's attack and turned into scattered bones when they fell.

The girl did not stop. She gently tapped the tin staff on the ground. With a crisp sound, array patterns resembling integrated circuits flashed and instantly broke through the strange barrier that enveloped the hall.

"It's very basic. Is this all there is to it?"

"really?"

"Um?!"

The girl sensed something was amiss. As she broke the barrier, a complex magic circle appeared beneath her feet, with symbols rotating like star trails, coating the surrounding pillars, ground, and even the air with an old, bronze hue.

"The first barrier was just a 'trigger'... Did I jump in willingly?"

Realizing she had fallen into a trap, the girl was initially surprised. She hadn't expected her opponent's technique to be so refined, concealing the second-level spell so perfectly that even she hadn't noticed it.

But the girl didn't panic. Instead, she smiled with interest: "It's been a long time since I've had a proper magic duel. It seems you have the ability to satisfy me."

"How dare you boast! Let me show you what real magic is!"

The enemy caster descended from the dome, wielding a tin staff, his cloak billowing without wind, like giant wings.

Similarly, the girl also raised her tin staff, and a pair of eagle-like wings unfolded behind her, and her slender figure took flight automatically.

hum!

hum!

One by one, powerful magic circles appeared on their wings, corresponding to each other.

In the next instant, a blinding beam of light pierced the darkness. The grand magic that modern magicians would have to pay a great price to use was conjured up in their hands without any preparation. One after another, they were released at will, and the speed at which they were fired was almost the same as that of fully automatic firearms!

The museum hall was instantly blown up, and all kinds of precious collections were destroyed. After several rounds of fierce fighting, the two stopped tacitly.

"..."

"..."

The girl snapped her fingers, and the lights suddenly came on in the messy hall. The enemy caster in the sky also landed. She was wearing a dark purple robe, and the upper half of her face was hidden in the hood. She was Medea from the Black faction.

The lights also illuminated the eagle-winged girl's appearance: a head of beautiful short pink hair, a sweet yet quirky look, and a slender figure draped in a white dress in the style of ancient Greece.

The treacherous witch Medea and the lovestruck witch Circe, two blood-related magicians, are reunited in Romania thousands of years later in a touching story.

What a fart!

They both thought of pretending not to recognize her and killing her directly.

Chapter 121: Don't offend a petty woman!

As the saying goes, "meeting an old friend in a foreign land" is a great joy in life, but this was not the case for Medea and Circe.

The story of Medea is widely known throughout the world. She was a princess of Colchis who fell in love with Jason through Cupid's arrow and then participated in the "Golden Fleece Expedition." However, she also committed great sins because of this obsessive and extreme love, ultimately meeting a very tragic end.

Incidentally, the root of all evil in this story is Cupid, the god of love who messes up relationships... It just goes to show that Greece's number one troublemaker has once again proven his worth.

Circe's story is equally famous, but the tragic aspect of her life is much less pronounced.

She was Medea's aunt and her magic teacher. Both of them served Hecate, the goddess of the black moon. As a princess, she was also a priestess (whose image in later generations became that of a witch).

Circe is a famous sorceress in mythology, known for her seduction and corruption. She easily falls in love with others and then uses lavish hospitality to corrupt them.

However, it should be noted that this "love" is largely a possessiveness born of loneliness, so intense as to be distorted. She will treat human men who visit the island to delicious food, and after they have eaten their fill, she will turn them into animals such as lions, wolves, or pigs.

And then, these sailors and adventurers would never leave her side... well, as everyone knows, Greece is full of yanderes and oddballs.

In the famous epic poem "The Odyssey," this eagle-winged witch, after "hosting" the protagonist Odysseus and his party, experiences a series of twists and turns, falls in love with this wandering hero, and then suffers a dramatic and tumultuous heartbreak...

Two witches related by blood meet in the modern Holy Grail War, but instead of joy and happiness, they feel awkward:

Neither of them wanted to see acquaintances.

Of course, while Circe is called an aunt, she is actually more like Medea's adoptive mother. Although she couldn't quite handle the betrayal of the witch when she was young, their relationship was still very close.

For example, just now, they had the same thought in unison: "Why not kill her?" It's as if they were of the same ilk.

Putting aside their complicated blood ties and bonds, Medea and Circe were roughly at the same level in terms of magical skill. As followers and disciples of Hecate, the goddess of the black moon, they were among the top witches of the Greek pantheon, and were also outstanding figures in the entire Caster group.

Neither of them was confident they could defeat the other in a one-on-one fight, so this encounter was destined to end in a disappointing failure.

"My dear aunt..."

"Call me sister!" Circe tapped the ground with her cane in annoyance. "How many times have I told you to call me sister—just by looking at you, aren't you the older one?"

"After all, I can't stay young forever like my aunt," Medea said calmly. "It's truly enviable~"

"..."

Circe's eye twitched. She always felt that Medea's words were barbed. Although the young Medea was also a bit sharp-tongued, she was at least a straightforward girl. The current betraying witch gave her a scheming and gloomy feeling.

"Where did my lovely niece go? I don't remember raising such an impolite child... Oh right, I heard you got married? No wonder you've changed so much."

"..."

Medea's smile became very forced, and she quickly asked, "Oh, you got a haircut?"

I remember you used to have long hair, those beautiful and smooth strands of hair made me so envious when I was little... Why did you cut it? It's such a pity~

"..."

Both fell silent, gazing at each other for a long time. Medea's face was covered, so her expression couldn't be seen, but Circe's expression changed several times. In the end, all her thoughts turned into a soft sigh.

"Ugh……"

The aunt and niece sighed in unison, and the tense atmosphere and conflicting magical fluctuations that had been hanging in the air finally dissipated.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is this? A class reunion? There are way too many Servants from Greece this time!"

Medea retorted mercilessly, while Circe nodded in deep agreement.

Of the Servants summoned in this Holy Grail War, heroes from the Greek Age of Gods alone accounted for nearly half!

They even have connections with each other: