It was night, and it was silent. This was the Mikito family in Fuyunki City.
In the dark and damp secret chamber, countless squirming insects bit the curled up host. The man in the swarm, or rather, he could no longer be called a person.
His skin was as pale as his hair, and his thin body was wrapped in a pitch-black windbreaker. He moaned in pain among the insects, but despite the heart-wrenching pain, he was still smiling. A hand rose up high, and three bright red rune-like marks formed a beautiful pattern.
The command spell represented the mark of the magician chosen by the Holy Grail.
"Yan Ye, how can you treat your old father with such a bad attitude?”
A hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. The swarm of insects slowly retreated, leaving only the man twitching on the spot.
The Holy Grail of Yanye, the second son of the Jiantong family, the second uncle of Shinji Jiantong. Although the household register recorded that his father was Jian Tong Zang Yan, Yan Ye's great-grandfather and even his ancestors three generations ago all had Zang Yan's name written on the family tree. Although he was born into a family of magicians, he resolutely cut off his relationship with magic and lived as an ordinary person.
However, fate always liked to play tricks on kind people. In order to save Sakura, to save that innocent girl, Machiya Yanye returned to the Machiya family without hesitation and willingly accepted the baptism of the insect swarm. Everything was just to give Sakura a future that she could still see.
Zang Yan slowly walked into the secret room with his walking stick and said coldly," Chosen by the Holy Grail. In other words, you've also been recognized as a magician. I'll praise you first, Yan Ye."
There was no hint of praise in his cold words, let alone the so-called kinship. A hint of mocking laughter rose in Yan Ye's heart as he slowly sat up.
"But look at your ugly state."
"Humph…" Yan Ye glanced over. His face was completely disfigured and did not match the appearance in his memory at all. No one would feel good about the pain in his face.
His black, worm-like eyes revealed malice. Zang Yan smiled and said,"Can you still move your left foot? Hmm?"
After Zang Yan finished speaking, he mercilessly placed his walking stick on Yan Ye's crippled left leg.
" Ah!" Yan Ye groaned in pain. The obsession in his body, the resentment in his mind, and the chaotic memories made him glare at him. The Engraving Worm wriggled under his skin along his blood vessels.
Looking at his imperfect work, Dirty Inkstone laughed dryly." Hehehe, don't be angry, don't be angry.”
His worm-like eyes revealed a trace of viciousness as he slowly spat out cold words,"If you stimulate the insectoid in your body, the insectoid will eat you up.”
Yan Ye stared coldly at Dirty Inkstone, but Dirty Inkstone continued speaking without a care in the world,"" I thought you only had a month left to live."
"Phew…" Yan Ye exhaled a mouthful of turbid air through his nose. He turned around and said indifferently,""It's enough."
"Oh? It seems that I was thinking too much. Are you ready to fight? He was like a wild beast tearing others apart.”Jian Tong Zang Yan let out an unpleasant and disgusting laugh.
Shi Chen... Everything is your fault, everything…It's fine if I kill you. I'll drag you into this living hell with this broken body…
Yan Ye's eyes were indescribably cold. He raised his head and looked at his nominal father.
As if dissatisfied with Yan Ye's gaze, the dirty inkstone snorted coldly." Yan Ye, as a reward for enduring for a year, I've found a suitable holy relic for you."
"Then let's begin…The summoning of the heroic spirit." Yan Ye spoke coldly, without a trace of anger.
" Tsk tsk tsk, how boring. Come on then, let's complete the ritual in the basement tonight, my Yan Ye."
The sound of the walking stick accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind went further and further away. Yan Ye's body suddenly fell down again and twitched in pain. However, the hatred in his eyes grew heavier and heavier.
"Shi Chen…Ah ah!”
Outside the house, Jian Tong Zangyan's lips curled into a creepy smile as he heard the painful sounds coming from behind him.
" That's great! A berserk Master and berserk Berserker, is there a more perfect combination than this? I'm suddenly looking forward to this Holy Grail War. Yan Ye, you have to work hard and not disappoint me."”
Jian Tong Zangyan raised his head slightly and the timid purple figure in front of him appeared in his eyes.
It was perfect. The bloodline of the Tosaka family, the surging magic power, the perfect magic circuit, the perfect seedling. However, it was still not enough. He had to continue to degenerate, completely degenerate!
"Ying, why didn't you greet grandpa when you saw him?”The hypocritical old man slowly walked towards the girl named Sakura with a " kind " smile. The latter's body trembled even more.
"Master…Grandpa…" Sakura trembled as she spoke, trying her best to tighten her body.
"Sakura, you're not obedient. Let's continue to enter the insect cellar tonight.”Jian Tong Zangyan had a smile on his face, but he said incomparably cruel words to Sakura.
"But... But didn't you say that tonight..." Sakura trembled as if she wanted to defend herself, but Jian Tong Zangyan narrowed his eyes slightly. The little girl trembled as if she had thought of something terrifying. She lowered her head and silently walked back. Her destination was only the cold and gloomy insect cave.
"Hmph, what an obedient little girl. Only then will grandpa like her.”Watching the small figure leave, Jian Tong Zang Yan let out a sinister laugh.
In the basement, the dim candlelight flickered. The entire basement was no longer gloomy and cold. There was a rare warmth, as if it was to summon the heroic spirits.
Standing in the magic circle drawn by the powder of gemstones, the hoarse voice of the withered vampire-like Jian Tong Zangyan slowly sounded,"Do you still remember the summoning spell?"
Yan Ye ignored the stooped figure and replied indifferently,""Yeah."
"Then let's begin now and bring back the Holy Grail for the Jiantong family. And for that little girl." As Jian Tong Zangyan spoke, the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile.
Struggle, cry, go crazy, and then burn the last light of your life. Let's see if you can win this miracle for my Jian Tong family…
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