Me, Hydra

Wordspeaker Eri said so, and upon hearing Wordspeaker Eri's Chinese descent, a reassuring smile rose on Wordspeaker Risho's face.

"It's worthy of being my good boy ah."

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Volume 2: Extra-4 - Hydra and the Old Worm

The Maito family, a family of magicians who migrated from Europe to Far Eastern Japan.

"As long as you can get the Holy Grail, I'll restore Mamoru Sakura's freedom. But then again, first you have to get the Holy Grail, the regular spirits you practice driving are problematic, and only the Berserkers have a few hopes...my useless son."

As he said that, the old worm manipulated the leather bag named Mantle Dirty Inkstone with a gloomy smile, his face that was like a dead wood carving was filled with cold contempt.

However, in the face of the Old Worm's mockery, Mantiri Yanyue's face did not fluctuate at all. Or rather, Mantong Yanyan had become completely accustomed to the Old Worm's mockery.

Maito Dirty Yangyan was his own father, but in fact after Maito Yanyan grew up, he no longer regarded Maito Dirty Yangyan as his own father, because not only his behavior, but since he grew up, Maito Dirty Yangyan's entire personality had turned into the feeling of a withered corpse.

The reason is that he grew up in a magician's family and saw all the ugly faces of magicians. However, because of this, Yanyie Maitori, who was determined to break off his relationship with magic, finally had to resort to quick-access magic to strengthen his power in the face of what was happening now.

We can see from Mamoru Yangyo how important it is to know a technique....

The insects gnawed away at the flesh and blood of the Wild Goose Night and incorporated it into the nerves. After a year of torture, the nerves in the left half of Maito Yanyue's body were almost paralyzed, and he could barely move his left leg and left arm. The vision in his left eye had completely disappeared, and the muscles around the eye were paralyzed and began to atrophy. The hair had all turned white in just three months, and the skin had lost all its blood color, turning an earthy gray like a ghost. Due to the near disfigurement of her face, she was in the habit of wearing a hood and covering her face when she went out....

To put it simply, the current Manticore Goose Night was overspending his future for the present.

"I will get the Holy Grail."

Leaving behind a single sentence, Maito Yanye limped away and disappeared from Maito Dirty Yangyan's sight.

Witnessing Maito Yanye's departure, Maito Dirty Yangyan was not the least bit surprised by Maito Yanye's thoughts.

As a matter of fact, the original name of Maito Yanyan was Machiri Zorgen, an ancestor of Maito Yanyan five generations ago, who was himself a figure from the Renaissance period of the sixteenth century, and could be said to have witnessed the mysterious decline.

Once he was a man of great ambition, but that was only once, and now Machiri Zorgen... no, I should say that the soul of Maito Dirty Yan had disappeared, and what existed in the world now were only the remnants of those souls after their good intentions had burned out. They turn themselves into insects and parasitize others to prolong their lives. The body is just like a demon, just like any other insect, but now Maito Yangyo hides in the shade and doesn't like sunlight. Regardless of their characteristics and personality, they all resembled shady slugs.

"You seem to be eager to obtain the Holy Grail?"

"Who?!"

Hearing a strange voice, Maito Dirty Inkstone fiercely gripped his crutch, and countless insects flew out of Maito Dirty Inkstone's thin body, their sharp breath proving that they were not mosquitoes, the kind of weak insects that died with a single swat.

Ignoring Maito Dirty Yan's realm, a strange and black portal suddenly appeared in front of Maito Dirty Yan's body, and out of the portal came none other than Hydra.

Wearing a Prophet's robe with a pure white background and decorated with gold filaments, Hydra's seemingly harmless face was filled with a gentle faint smile.

Seeing Hydra's appearance, Mamiya Dirty Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Space Control!

This was undoubtedly Space Control. Space is one of the finest forms of magic, and there are very few people who can freely manipulate it. There were many branches of space magic, and the more famous one was the Jewelion. The reason why the Gemsong was able to become a Demon Warlord was because of the second method he mastered, the Parallel World Method. Relying on this power, the Gemsion was able to freely wander the parallel worlds. He was even able to channel magic from other worlds through his magic rituals.

The new granddaughter of Dirty Yan Yan, Maito Sakura, possesses a rare imaginary magic. This was one of the reasons why Mamoru Dirty Yanshin was so attentive to her.

"Who is your Excellency? You couldn't have come to Mamoru's house just to say something like that, could you?"

At the news, Hydra smiled and nodded.

"Yes, we can sit down and talk about it~"

As she said that, the concrete floor behind Hydra began to crack, and then, before Maito Dirty Yanshu could react, the thick, powerful branches drilled mold solid, magically reinforced concrete floor woven into the shape of a chair.

Ignoring Maito's guarded gaze, Hydra sat down on it with a light smile on her face.

Then slowly said.

"It's hard to imagine that the heroic-looking magician from the beginning has been corrupted by time in such a way... If Von Hohenheim Paracelsus knew what you look like now, he would be grief-stricken, wouldn't he? Mantiri...ah, no. Machiri Zorgen."

Pupils contracted, and Mamoru Dirty Yakumo subconsciously clenched his palms.

"Who the hell are you!"

Von Hohenheim Paracelsus, as Hydra calls him, is none other than the ancestor of all alchemists,) sane and steady. Mild in nature, he does not like to fight, and often claims that human love is the most noble of things. At the same time, von Hohenheim Paracelsus is also the only and confidant of Machiri Zorgen....

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra spoke plaintively.

"You may call me Prophet Hyde, Prophet Yo~ I am a Prophet Yo~ I can see your true name, your past and even your beloved, your weaknesses, your best friends. I'm a prophet, I represent the apocalypse. The two of you, you can't go against the sky."

As she said that, a cold, gentle smile rose on Hydra's face.

The cold gaze sent chills down one's limbs, but despite that, the gentle smile on her face did not seem fake....

"And what is the purpose of your visit to my humble abode, Mr. Prophet?"

As he said that, Mamiya Dirty Yan's body gradually relaxed.

Since it couldn't resist, let's just enjoy it silently....

With a shrug of her shoulders, a dark spatial portal appeared next to Hydra, and a freshly severed arm stretched out from it. It was none other than Ryuunosuke's. The blood-like red and miserable decree was still imprinted on the back of Ryunosuke's hand.

"As you can see, I need a good Mikado."

At the words, Manticore's nightly gaze towards Hydra was more than a little pensive.

The Prophet was powerful, but if it was a Yingling... no matter how strong it was, it would still be castrated, right?

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Volume 2: Extra - 5 - Transfer of Spells

"This is my granddaughter, you can call her Mamoru Sakura. It possesses the extremely rare magic attribute "Imaginary Number", which should be the best Mikado for you who can control space, right?"

As he said that, Mamoru Dirty Yama pushed Mamoru Sakura in front of Hydra.

With a gentle smile on her face, Hydra's eyes were filled with indifference as she looked at Maito Sakura. To Hydra, it didn't matter whether the Mikado was powerful or not, as long as the Mikado was able to provide his current magic power....

Crouching down, Hydra wiped the dust from Mamoru Sakura's face with a gentle look.

The eyes that were as empty as a pool of stagnant water, as if they were the eyes of a dying man, satisfied Hydra greatly.

Although he didn't have much to ask of the Mikado, it would be really great if he could obey him.

"What, are you still satisfied?"

Nodding his head, Hydra spoke without looking back.