Bab 45: Chapter 42: ***** heeded your summoning the price is… Eh!?
"Shadow Thorn Bind Hostage! No. 1 hit the thorns!" – Yamada
"Roger!" – No. 1
"Oi! Who taught you that!" – William
[Kuaaaaaghh!!] – ???
I screamed holding my spear while dodging the sword ki flying to me from No. 1000's direction. Hearing the shout of the Lord of Musphelheim beside me I took a glance at the fire giant that burned down a world being binded by thorn-like shadows.
[You damn brats!] – ???
""Ice Buster!"" – No. 1 and No. 1000
[Arrrgghhhhh!!!] – ???
Is this how Ragnarok-no a Holy Grail War will look like? Looking at the fire giant who is being used as a decoy and being trashed by two brats alongside something that can't be considered as a brat anymore (no. 1000) making me have that idea drop in my head.
I sighed and stretched my arm to his direction and wrote a rune that Lancer taught me dispelling the shadows binding my fellow compatriot. Raising the green spear, I rushed at the fleeing no. 1000 with the red spear aura I have. Thinking about this crazy situation made me have a passing thought
'What the hell happened.' I sighed at the umpteenth time.
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We were peacefully (?) starting to collaborate me and no. 17 at that point of time and pulled out our revenge on the fools who tricked us and enjoyed eating our fill alongside the pitiful stares of the two. Each day repeatedly we fought for that single delicious meal to be put in our stomach. But as humans sometimes we made unrepairable mistakes.
I did not know what happened but at that time but I felt like going back to the past and punch my face at that point. It may had been due to my head going muddy nor the crab mentality suddenly clutching my mind or even the twisted side of humanity possessing me but there was that one-time No. 1000 did not get to eat.
It may had been the urge to drag somebody from the top, I don't know but us four suddenly collaborated at that time to make no. 1000 go last. Looking at her teary eyes while us relishing in the food somehow felt good. But I snapped out of whatever spell I had when the instructor suddenly said to us after seeing that seen.
"You kids, may had awaken something that should be left sleeping." With those words akin to a death sentence I flinched and realized I had cold sweat flowing in my back.
The next day, No. 1000 used sword ki. Wrapping her sword with sharpened mana alongside her understanding with the sword she cut all her obstacles and got first place.
Countering those in the next day, I started to resort in using my spear aura making the local individuals shocked. I learned that in this world if sword 'ki' is the realm of geniuses were they stand, those who carry the titles of 'Sword Star', 'Sword Elder', etc. uses sword 'aura'. Curious, my instructor asked when I learned it (for it's a bit too unbelievable for kids similar to my fellow trainee's to reach this stage) and with Yamada's blemished and restructured narration of 'that' incident (A/N: To those who forgot look for chapter 17). The thumbs up and salute the instructor gave me at that time is still seared in my brain clearly.
As if to adapt to me pulling that card two days later no. 1000 learned magic on her own. With that incident the instructor as if adding fuel to the fire announced.
"If you come in first place I will give you a special meal."
With those words no. 1000 became even more unbridled. Thinking if we made this girl fast even just a month may make her rise to the ranks of those from the Throne of Heroes made me shudder in fear (Lancer's seal of approval was given in this idea). With the three heavy hitters (me, Yamada, No. 1000) showing their all as if an animal adapting to the natural food chain, No. 1 quickly learned sword ki. So as someone who is the weakest, no. 17 who is currently standing in front of a magic formation starting her chant.
In this world we visited there are two main types of magic users. The magicians which focuses in heavy hitting spells/rituals and the mages who macro spam spells akin to a pro gamer. One of the shortest route for a magic user to survive is having a summon to deal damage and tank the attacks of the enemies especially if you're not a mage who is not baptized from a battlefield.
"I offer my name and mana, and call your name." As no. 17 is a magician type that throws huge spells she can only resort to summon something. I do not know what type of summon she will call because I arrived when she was starting to chant. But I felt somehow excited and the OST of the summoning in Fate/Zero automatically played in my head. The others are currently busy and I was the only one with the free time to see this spectacle alongside the instructor.
"Thy, gatekeeper of Muspelheim, the great giant that set the world ablaze."
"Eh!?" I suddenly exclaimed when I heard that sentence freezing my rising tension. Hearing the Norse Mythological world of the flame giants especially the verse of 'set the world ablaze' made all my thoughts stop.
"The one who completes the twilight of the gods, I call your name." With the ominous sentence alongside the words that is the meaning of Ragnarok I finally pieced it together.
"You crazy assed Instructor!!! You really want this world to burn!" I grabbed the collar of the instructor who is looking at the spectacle with shining eyes like a kid.
"Just watch." The bastard merely said coolly. I stopped holding his collar and flashed him a hate-full of gaze.
[Shit can we stop this ritual!] I voiced my concern to the three inside of me. I looked at no. 17 who is shivering and finishing the summoning worriedly.
[No… this kind of summoning not just requires a strong magical talent nor the mana but you are basically forcibly anchoring a Divine-Spirit rank being to the World. Aside from the worst to happen the kid may rip apart when space collapses suddenly, or the rampaging Surtr suddenly pops out in all his glory.] Lancer said in a rare serious tone. With the guaranty from the Heroic Spirit I had no choice but to prepare myself. Readying my Command Spell, I exerted myself and turned off the switch inside me.
'Ahh… I might regret this later on.' That thought suddenly passed in my head before crushing it. I did not know before but so that my body will not get fully taken over by the Heroic Spirit's sheer existence, I can activate a special magecraft that acts as a failsafe inside me that seals the Saint Graph of said Heroic Spirit returning me to the 'Mikado William' form. I had secretly activated it when I arrived in this world so that my 'divine parentage' will not again be noticed. Focusing to No. 17 with now my red eyes I summoned the fake green Gae Bolg that I can now freely call. Ignoring the sudden change of expression from the instructor, I prepared myself for the worst.
"The great giant of fire Surtr, descend to this realm, appear before my eyes!" With those words a strong light flashed from the magic formation. Looking at the fatigued look of No. 17 my spine suddenly felt a cold chill and back stepped quickly with fear written in my face.
"Eh?" She said confusingly when she noticed me.
"Are you that pleased?" Came the voice of the instructor amused with my look.
"Wh-what do you mean!" She said with a panicked voice but her expression did not change from before. Nope! She is too late to be saved! I thought in despair.
"Then. What's that smile?" With those words the instructor pulled out a hand mirror from somewhere. Talk about the bastard being prepared, Lancer who was observing clicked his tongue. In the mirror's reflection crazy bitch is laughing maniacally is reflected and its No. 17's face.
When I noticed the light of the magic formation starting to get brighter a passing idea suddenly dawned on me.
'Wait if I had used Rule Breaker!!' With that idea I tried to rush at the flashing magic formation but I was a step too late. With a strong shockwave carrying intense heat I was flung away and there, a giant with a body red as fire appeared.
Bang!
"Are you the ones who brought forth Surtr, the master of Musphelheim!"
With those words Surtr appeared by slamming his hand onto the ground. The moment when I started to will my Command Spell to activated I finally noticed a strange magic being activated below the fire giant.
"The price of your contract is naught but… Eh?" Surtr as if announcing the world's destruction suddenly paused his grand speech wordlessly and finally noticed.
"Yep, naught. Zero. Nothing."
The instructor's fiendish voice that even made the Hound of Ulster felt a cold shiver echoed in my ears.
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Extra:
No. 1's musing (The local hero)
Raina Rel Swin
Even if I looked and acted like this I'm from the Raina ducal family, one of the military pillars of the Karuan Empire, the strongest empire in the continent. As one of the greatest noble families which have imperial blood running through it's veins I have the chance to get in line for the throne of the Emperor.
It sounds good when you heard about it but as someone who have the rank of 37th in line, well I have a better chance of dying quietly in a ditch somewhere. Plus the succession problem is already over, it was a three way battle of 2 princes and a princess but when the princess pushed all her backing in one of the princess the result is obvious.
That princess is actually considered to be infamous for a certain kind of strain that rumors said if she was born as a boy the entire succession problem will not even begin. So my brothers who already know this set their sites for the second best position a duke.
But you know I don't give a crap. I just want to eat and have fun in the territory. But my stupid brothers to keep me in check gave me a secret mission in the name of patriotism. To infiltrate the evil organization Howling.
You all fucking mad? Howling existed even around the start of the empire. I thought as such, but due to my upbringing as a military family, actually as a clan that purely exist to fight (A/N: If they have monkey tails and can make their hair go blonde it will be dangerous), I received the highest recorded results and got the designation no. 1 from the lower barracks and entered hell.
There are currently five trainees alongside me under Instructor Naruan. Ignoring no. 17 who is a magic user I focused on my rivals(?) no. 50, no. 950, and no. 1000. All three of them made me feel the taste of loss for the first time. Each of them is monstrous in their own right and can beat me in a specific area. No. 50 who is unbelievably strong and experienced in close quarter combat alongside his strange shadow magic is an annoying foe. No. 950 who is the youngest user of a type of weapon 'aura' that I know (even the youngest recorded the Sword Princess walked through from sword ki to sword aura but this guy bulldozed it from an inexperienced spearman to a master due to sheer anger) and can even use many kinds of weapons and the mysterious 'magecraft'.
While No. 1000 who can be considered in the domain of 'monsters above monsters' from her monstrous development from learning sword ki in a single day, magic instinctively in two days and can even beat no. 950 one on one. In such a pot of geniuses and the vilest cook, the instructor we fought, trained, betrayed each other in the most inhumane possible though I know. But I still did not know then… that I needed to beat an archdevil to get a single meal in the future.
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