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Capítulo 3: Chapter 03

Narita International Airport, Chiba Prefecture.

  It is the largest international airport in Japan, and its daily passenger flow can rank second in Japan!

  At this time, an international Antarctic flight landed here, and a young man who looked like a high school student stepped out from there.

  This young man was wearing a casual black suit, with a slender and well-proportioned figure and a handsome face.

  "Ah, it's finally here. I'm really tired after sitting for so long on the plane." Ryuji yawned and got off the plane.

  "Finally I'm back!" Ryuji exclaimed slightly excited. He finally got rid of that strange and dangerous Chaldea. From now on, he will return to his daily life.

  "Come home!" Ryuji exited the airport and hailed a taxi, saying an unclear address.

After all, he had experienced a lot of things this year, and it was inevitable that he couldn't remember clearly.

  At the door of the house, Ryuji suddenly found that he had forgotten his key, the key might have been forgotten somewhere in Chaldea, or maybe it was in a certain period in the Singularity.

  "I wish mom and dad were home." Ryuji prayed and knocked on the door.

  However, after waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

  "Damn it, am I going to use Magecraft after coming back?" Ryuji clenched his fist and said reluctantly.

  As Chaldea's Master, Ryuji was also a Magus, so the door could still be opened easily.

  However, the moment he left Chaldea, he decided that he would never use a Magus' means in the outside world. Otherwise, it's not normal everyday life!

  However, he never expected that he would face such an important decision so soon!

  After thinking for a bit, he considered the use of Magecraft and not knowing when the unscrupulous old man would return, which might cause him to sleep on the street tonight, he decided to use Magecraft.

  Dammit, what's with the feeling that morality has fallen?

  While lamenting his integrity, Ryuji was about to use Magecraft to open the door.

  At this time, there was a slight sound from the door, as if someone was opening the door.

  What, so you're home, maybe you're still sleeping? You're really too lazy, shouldn't you go to work?

  Ryuji shook his head helplessly, and opened the door, but he didn't see the expected father or mother, only a flash of silvery white.

  Ryuji's face changed, and he thought of many things in an instant.

  Is it from Chaldea?!

  Damn it, the director bet I don't dare to do it! Ryuji thought darkly in his heart.

  "Who are you, why are you at my house, where are my parents?" Ryuji asked in a deep voice, the magic circuit under his body was running, ready to summon the Heroic Spirit at any time.

  However, the other party didn't answer him, as if she had run to the second floor.

  "Is this inviting me in?" Ryuji sneered, he knew some China vocabulary because he was more familiar with China culture.

  "My parents better be fine, otherwise the entire Clock Tower will be reduced to ashes!" Ryuji's heart flashed with killing intent, he was never a person, he acted decisively!

  "Saber!"

  Golden light emitted from Ryuji's right hand, transforming into a beautiful and majestic knight king.

  "Honor comes from calling, Master." Artoria clenched the invisible sword in her hand, and the ahoge hair on her head curled up.

  "Wait!! Get rid of your sword first!"

  The Invisible Air on Excalibur produces a subtle airflow, which makes Ryuji scream in terror.

  His family couldn't stand this Noble Phantasm!

  "No, knights must not drop their swords!" Artoria followed the path of the knights and never let go of the sword in her hand.

  Ryuji propped his forehead and said, "I'll cook for you."

  As if the temptation wasn't enough, he added, "Ten servings!"

  The ahoge hair on Artoria's head seemed to flutter, and she found reasons to convince herself, "Swords need maintenance after all, so it's fine to keep them."

  Great, your integrity is also lost!

  Ryuji sighed helplessly, and allowed Artoria to go forward and climb up to the second floor.

  He had faith in Artoria, as a Heroic Spirit, her mystery was much higher than that of modern Magus, and it was difficult for ordinary Magus to compete.

  Even a legendary Magus couldn't beat a top Heroic Spirit like Artoria Pendragon.

  Artoria walked up to the second floor, followed by Ryuji, he was a little weird, because he wasn't aware of any magic fluctuations.

  "There are people inside." Artoria stopped outside the door, even though the voice inside was very small, she still noticed it.

  Just as Artoria was about to violently smash the door open, Ryuji stopped her.

  Facing Artoria's suspicious gaze, Ryuji explained: "Probably not the people over there."

  That's right, all of this is too weird. He didn't want the style of the people from the Mage Association at all. They haven't even put up a barrier yet. Aren't they afraid of being exposed?

  "Could there be a ghost in the house?" Ryuuji cold sweat. He felt that since there were supernatural humans like Magus in the world, it seemed that ghosts were not out of the question.

  Seeing the cowardly Master, a trace of disdain appeared in Artoria's eyes, it was just a ghost, nothing to be afraid of.


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