"oh."
An exclamation of admiration came from her bright red lips.
When describing women, people often use fragrance as a metaphor, such as floral scent, musk or something else.
The same goes for this female Servant, she exudes the fragrance of iron.
It's not the unpleasant smell of rust, but a unique smell, like a sword, a shield, or armor, a trait unique to those who are entangled in the battlefield.
"Great. You took them head on. Looks like you're stronger than the Persian soldiers."
The female warrior sneered, exerted more strength in her hand, and the originally straight short whip was bent in an instant.
"But they are only slightly stronger than ordinary soldiers, and at most they are high-level ordinary soldiers—"
Before she could finish her words, the whip suddenly rebounded. The flexible whip deflected the female warrior's sword, and the wind pressure messed up her long hair.
"Then you are also a high-level soldier."
Loreleija, who counterattacked with beautiful skills, turned from defense to offense and taunted.
"So the famous Macedonian hero Hephaestion is only this good, or are you and your master both imposters?"
As they spoke, the short whip and the straight sword had already clashed more than ten times, and the aftermath of the battle had turned the auction venue into a mess.
Fortunately, the acting manager acted decisively and opened the ceiling of the Ten Thousand Demon Eye Bank, otherwise the precious magic eyes around would be affected.
However, this also opened up Hatteras's escape route.
"Shinji!"
At the moment when the starlight fell, Waver turned his head to look at Shinji, who smiled back.
"Don't worry, I'm here, they can't run away. If they want to get away from me, Iskander himself is good enough, but she is not good enough!"
The arrogant attitude completely angered the female warrior, and Loreleija suddenly felt a heavy pressure.
It's an indescribable feeling.
The force from the sword did not change, and the female warrior did not use any magic or other mysterious means. However, the aura shown by this woman when she swung the sword made Lorelaia feel very uncomfortable.
It was as if what was held in his hand was not a sword, but something beyond a weapon.
—What is going on
"Is it weird? Your strength and magic power are not inferior to mine, so why is it so difficult to defeat you?"
The female warrior obviously noticed Loreleija's confusion and snorted.
"Remember, having combat skills does not mean you can become a warrior. To be a warrior, you must meet the physical, mental, and spiritual requirements. Your body and mind are sufficient, but as long as you do not comprehend the warrior soul, you will remain like this. What a pity, you have such excellent qualifications. If I were alive, I would definitely teach you well."
"Warrior's Soul? I don't need that. I'm a magician!!!"
Lorelaia sneered, and her short whip cut the air, creating a vacuum. It was Barthelmero's classic secret technique - the vacuum blade. With her current level, she could use it at full strength to split the entire carriage in half along the long axis.
"well."
The female warrior sighed with some regret, uttered a short spell, and filled the vacuum in a way that no one could understand. Then she used her straight sword to block the short whip's swift attack.
"Varied-"
Lorelaia's face showed a trace of surprise. This woman holding a sword, this woman full of the smell of iron, is actually a high-level magician? Thinking of the era when Hephaestion was active... A magician from the Age of Gods? ?
For the modern magician, that is the worst enemy.
"Nothing surprising."
The female warrior, no, the magician uttered another syllable, a syllable that was definitely not modern, a syllable with great power. Just one syllable brought the same pressure as the sword, and the double pressure forced Lorelaia to retreat.
"I am also a magician. But the magician and warrior I just mentioned are not referring to occupations, but something more essential. It is the same whether you use swords, magic, or anything else. The Master is like this, so are you, and the others—"
While Loreleija was regrouping, the strange golden and silver demon pupils looked backwards. During the battle, the magicians retreated to the connection between the carriages.
"—It seems so. It's really unbelievable that magicians have fallen to such a level nowadays."
"I feel the same way."
The only two people who did not retreat, to be precise, were one human and one True Ancestor, Matou Shinji spoke.
"However, I have two points to correct. First, although the mainstream of the magic world is indeed not very good, not all magicians are corrupted. The overworked middle-aged man and his students whom you look down upon are examples of people who have not been corrupted. It is not good to generalize. Second, the woman standing in front of you is not a warrior, and she does not need to comprehend the warrior soul. She is the lord of the Law and Politics Department and the queen who manages the Clock Tower. Her first priority is to lead, not to fight. Fighting matters will be handled by the warriors themselves."
"Queen? She?" There was a hint of strangeness and scrutiny in his heterochromatic eyes. "Magician, what's your name?"
"Lord of the Law and Politics Department, Barthelmero Lorelaya!"
"Very well, then, Loreleija, let me see if you have what it takes to be a king!"
Lorelaia raised her eyebrows, her amber eyes and heterochromatic pupils confronted each other, with an air of taking responsibility and looking down on others.
"Whether it exists or not is none of your business, and you, a fake, are not qualified to comment."
"This answer is not qualified. A qualified king will not be afraid of anyone's eyes. And my qualifications - you will know!"
After saying that, the female warrior swung her sword again.
Loreleija swung the whip without giving in.
Accompanied by the sound of crisp collisions, the scene at the beginning of the war was replayed.
The difference is that last time it was Lorelaya who stopped Shinji, but this time it was Shinji who stopped Lorelaya, holding a huge black sickle - "Death Scythe", a weapon he had just borrowed from Gray.
"If you have nothing to do with it, get out of here. You have no place to interfere here."
The female servant roared, and her magic power and strength exploded at the same time.
Faced with this pressure that far exceeded the human realm, Shinji remained motionless, accepting it all, and even had the energy to reply.
"Hey, that's not right. Your original target was me. Strictly speaking, Her Majesty the Queen was the one who interfered."
"you!"
The female servant was about to say something when she suddenly felt a heaviness on her sword, and the sword she was about to cut was actually pushed back by that hateful young man.
"Besides, didn't you say that it depends on the Queen's ability? Followers are also an important factor in evaluating the King."
Compared with the long weapon "Scythe of Death", the one-handed straight sword is not suitable for wrestling. In a few breaths, the female servant has been completely at a disadvantage. Shinji seized the opportunity and successfully forced the enemy back with "Magic Release".
"I am just an insignificant member of the thousands of magicians commanded by Her Majesty the Queen, or what you call a soldier. If you want to fight Her Majesty the Queen, you must first defeat a soldier like me."
The young man held the "Scythe of Death" on his shoulder with his right hand, hooked his left hand provocatively, and a hideous smile with dark joy appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this smile, the female servant's expression also changed. At first she was incredulous, and then she smiled, full of iron and blood, exactly the same as the boy's smile.
That is the smile that belongs only to a warrior.