In another city far away from Tomoki City, a magic workshop called Kalanodo, the phone call from Kimura Masahide rings here.

A girl in a simple kimono and a bright red coat heard the ringing phone call, and her sharp eyes fell on the black-haired girl sitting opposite her.

The black-haired girl continued to lower her head without being moved, and carefully read the book in her hand that she had not turned the page for a long time, without any intention of getting up.

At the colleague in front of her who had been unfavorable to her, Liang Yi frowned her slender and heroic brows, and stood up, and came to the table and picked up the phone with a little impatient.

"Hello, this is Galan Hall."

"Harrow, long time no see, I miss you so much, Miss Two Rituals."

The boy's sweet and flattering voice came from the phone, and his unique greeting instantly coincided with someone in the memory of the two rituals.

The originally hard expression of the two rituals relaxed, a smile appeared on the corner of their mouth, and their voice was no longer the coldness of routine greetings.

"It turns out it's Kimura. I haven't come to Kalan Hall for so long. It really makes me miss it."

The two rituals turned their heads and glanced at the black-haired girl who suddenly looked up next to her. She sat leisurely next to the table before she got up, taking over the only phone call in the workshop.

"Hahaha-I can't afford to miss Miss Liangyi. I'm still in Tomoki City now, I want to ask Miss Aozaki for help."

Kimura's shy voice came from the phone.

Of course, both of them knew that the sound was just a disguise.

"So how long will it take? Is your Holy Grail War not over yet?"

The two rituals complained dissatisfiedly, in contrast to their usual cold expressions, but a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of their mouth. She held the microphone in her left hand and her slender and fair fingers in her right hand unconsciously fiddled in the void.

"How long will it take for me to see your seductive deadline-!"

The dead line is the line that can determine death. For a girl with the demonic eyes of straight death, the death that can be touched by stretching out her hand is a poison that she can never get rid of.

And Masahide Kimura, a man, had even mixed up with bait that she could not control in the poison.

The murderous intention was transmitted to the distant place by the electric signal. The strong sense of crisis made the opposite of the phone quiet, and there was no sound for a long time.

"The two rituals are not allowed to have that kind of thought about senior Kimura."

When the black-haired girl heard the words of Liangyi, she finally couldn't help but slapped the table with both hands and stared at Liangyi's eyes with murderous aura.

The two rituals showed a disdainful smile at the unintimidating murderous aura that appeared on the petite girl's delicate face.

"Don't think your twist can deal with me, Asakusa Fujino. If you don't want to be broken, stay away from me."

Gentleness disappeared from the face of the two rituals as if it were flashes of time. She stood up and reached out to the girl who threatened her, her fingers flexing as if touching the invisible string.

Asakusa Fujino retreated from the table like lightning, but she did not look away, and stared at the eyes of the two rituals, a mysterious light shone.

"Stop it all--"

At the critical moment, a woman in a long red ponytail wearing a female white-collar-collar-style shirt pushed open the door and walked in, stopping the two of them from moving.

As soon as Bu appeared, the woman who grasped the situation, took off her glasses with her right hand, first glanced at Asakusa Fujino, who was surging with magic, then looked at the two rituals on the other side, and finally fell on the phone in the two rituals' hands.

"Kimura's phone number?!"

I asked in a positive tone.

"Um."

The two rituals calmed down nodded and handed the microphone to the woman named Orange Aozaki.

Aozaki Orange took the phone and signaled the two girls to go out. Just as the two ceremonies pushed open the door, she finally said.

"Don't be confused by the suppression."

The girl with short black haired kimono nodded and closed the door from outside, leaving the space to the orange magic envoy and Kimura on the other side of the phone.

"Kimura, I haven't called for a long time. I miss you. As long as Kimura is in need, Kalantang will do his best to satisfy you."

"Why did Miss Aozaki treat me so coldly? After all, I gave all my property to your man."

Facing Aozaki Orange's polite but cold voice, Kimura opposite returned to her initial flattery.

"I am very grateful to Kimura for his generosity. I was able to sell the products I had accumulated for several years and tripled my collection. And this time, I will still try my best to satisfy what Kimura needs."

Kimura sighed from the phone, and he said sadly.

“Why have we been so indifferent since our last deal?”

"I just mourn a friend's departure in advance. In addition, your current state is not suitable for changing the conversation."

Aozaki Orange leaned against the table, took out a cigarette from his top pocket with his left hand and lit it, and took a long breath.

The opposite side listened quietly to the sound of Aozaki Orange's breathing. After a while, he restrained his cynical tone.

"Miss Aozaki, I'm still in the Holy Grail War and have lost most of the dolls, so I need your help."

"oh--"

Aozaki Orange let out a long sigh, and a smoke ring jumped out of her sexy red lips, spreading invisible in the air.

"Since you handed over all your possessions to me in exchange for my puppet last time, you have no bargaining chips to exchange."

"Hehe, if you want to talk about chips, I have the last one."

Even through the microphone, Aozaki Orange could see the other party's evil and unrestrained smile, looking like he was a steadfast person who was better than Juan.

"Let's listen—"

"You know that my body was created for the Holy Grail, so do you know how the root cause affects this body in the Holy Grail War?"

The other party successfully attracted the attention of Orange Aozaki. The intellectual woman stood up straight, and a burning light flashed in her eyes.

It is impossible to judge how much water there is in the other person's words, but if your work changes under a certain influence, it is also a great object of research, not to mention that it may also involve the role of the root cause.

"Hmph, do you want to hand over your body to me after the war? But I want to hand over my work to you in advance."

"The longer I live in the Holy Grail War, the more severe the influence of the root cause, and the more valuable this body is. Besides, whether I am dead or alive, you can recycle it after the end of the Holy Grail War. This transaction will not harm you."

As a friend who has been in communication for many years, Kimura accurately grasped Aozaki Orange's weaknesses. The feeling of being beneficial and harmless made Aozaki Orange feel that this transaction is also good.

but--

"If you survived the Holy Grail War alive, can you still fulfill this promise?"

"Of course, if I survived, I wouldn't need this doll body again."

Recalling the plan Kimura revealed to her, Orange Aozaki finally decided to agree to the deal.

Just treat it as the last gift to your friends.

Orange Aozaki ended the call with Kimura with emotion. He walked out of the room, but found that Asakusa Fujino was still staring at the two rituals with dissatisfaction.

"How is Senior Kimura doing now? Is he safe? Do you need me to help him?"

Seeing Orange Aozaki walk out, Asakusa Fujino hurried to her side and anxiously asked about Masahide Kimura.

In response to this, Orange Aozaki sighed helplessly.

"Calm down, Fujino."

Asakami Fujino just realized her disobedience. She pressed her chest to calm herself down as much as possible. Her dark eyes continued to look forward to Aozaki Orange's answer.

"Although it's too late, I still want to remind you. Masahide Kimura is too dangerous and I don't want you to be too close to him."

"Can he be in danger to me?"

Asakusa Fujino's beautiful face showed a bitter smile, and there was something inconspicuous in her deep eyes flashing dangerously.

"His danger is completely different from you, Asakusa Fujino."

"Your root is distortion, and the distortion of the world also distorts yourself, but in my eyes, you can at least see the original form. But Masahide Kimura is completely different."

Although this violates the magician's principles, when thinking of the young man who was about to die in the Holy Grail War, Orange Aozaki finally couldn't help but want to reveal something to the girl who knew nothing in front of him.

"His root is Yin-"

"print?"

Everyone has different roots. Even if the names of the roots are the same, the essence may be far-reaching. Asakusa Fujino cannot understand how many dangers there are.

"The manifestation of amorphous things and the concept of nothingness as operational seals is the root of that person. He can manifest the Holy Grail as a seal, and thus create his own Holy Grail in just a few years, or manifest imagination as a seal, creating a follower with a soul. On the magician's journey, Masahide Kimura was a magic genius who had reached a state that no one else could reach in his lifetime in a few years."

"But the seal is also a trace, a wound. Every time a seal is created, his soul is engraved with a brand that does not belong to him, which cannot be eliminated or changed. For ten years, he has long lost his true self. He can only repeat the process of engraving and engraving to complete his life's survival goal with the initial impulse. Although he is alive, he has long been dead."

Recalling the boy he first met, Aozaki Orange fell into a look of remembrance.

The boy who created the Holy Grail independently and created the first doll, after getting the first permission from his family to travel, the first thing he did was to come to the Hall of Galan directly and ask himself to teach him the techniques of making dolls.

I had no intention of imparting technology, so I noticed the other party's unique characteristics, so I agreed.

Even though he never wanted to call himself a master, he didn't mind getting along with this talented peer from the Einzberen family and eventually became a friend of the magic journey.

During the long process of communicating magic, Orange Aozaki also learned about the terror of this boy.

"He did not learn magic with his own wisdom, but with his soul, and did not care about self-expenditure learning skills to achieve his goals. In this process, he only regarded it as a game."

"Even he regards his entire life as a game, and everyone is his prop to success. As long as it is necessary, he will kill everyone including you and me without hesitation."

Aozaki Orange remembered in a trance that there was a moment when Masahisattaka Kimura had the opportunity to turn back, and he didn't have to help him reach an irreversible step.

But at that moment, he would also be killed once.
To be continued...