On the other side of the Far East, Roland didn't know that a strange pair had been officially formed in the Clock Tower.
Perhaps because he had solved a lot of problems, Roland had lived a very peaceful life these past few days. Apart from his daily meetings with Kotomine Kirei, there was nothing to worry about every day. Under this premise, relying on his hand models, he could barely maintain a balance between the influence of his hand fetish and his peaceful life.
"Fuyuki City, what a beautiful city."
Leaning against a tree deep in Central Park, Roland put the hand model in his hand, using it as a kind of cutlery, and took small bites of the sandwich.
A thin layer of yellow mustard was spread on the toasted bread, and buttered eggs were placed on top of the crispy fried bacon. There was another layer of bacon on top of the eggs, and not a single vegetable was added. This was an indulgent sandwich that Roland would only make once in a good weather.
Kira Yoshikage's contracted spirit is also being digested steadily, so it seems that by the end of this Holy Grail War, his influence will have completely disappeared.
The trace of the contracted spirit that caused the unknown impact is about to be revealed. Next, if we make good use of the Killer Queen's first sight kill and aim to seize the contracted spirit instead of the Holy Grail, the pressure will be much less.
Moreover, if he really encountered an extreme and irreversible situation, Roland still had a most crucial trump card.
The third bomb: The loser eats dust. This is magic that is enough to reverse time. It can be called a small spring and autumn cicada. Don't be too wasteful. It is still enough to save the situation.
Although Roland was not particularly interested in this ability, after all, the conditions for using it were too complicated.
"Well, forget it. I won't think about it too much. I'm not a righteous partner..."
In the rare warm sunshine of winter, Roland was enjoying this comfortable time comfortably. However, uninvited guests always came unexpectedly.
"Roland, I'm disappointed."
The hunchbacked old man appeared on the other side of the tree at some point and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Um?"
Roland raised his head and took a look at the sandwich in his hand. "This is delicious. I made it myself. If I sell it outside, it will definitely become a signature dish."
Who asked you this!
Matou Zouken roared in his heart, and his eyes full of malicious intent seemed to be frozen at this moment.
"What?" Roland shook his head in annoyance. "Even if you look at me like this, I can't do anything. I only made one portion and can't share it with you. If you really want to eat it, I'll send you the recipe later."
"cough!"
Matou Zouken knocked the cane in his hand heavily, with a look of regret on his face. Every time he was with Roland, he felt something was wrong.
Even though they are all in the dangerous Holy Grail War, this guy still seems to be standing aside, with an unusual sense of indifference.
"I'm asking about the Holy Grail War! The peace of the past few days is the last calm before the storm. The relics of other masters are almost all here. I'm afraid the time to summon the Heroic Spirits is imminent, but you're still so lazy."
"It doesn't matter. Your goal isn't the Holy Grail anyway, right? Me too. Finding fun in as peaceful a state as possible is the true meaning of the Holy Grail War."
Roland's attitude was lukewarm.
"Hehe," looking at Roland's look full of evil humor, Matou Zouyan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Although I hate the way you look, we are indeed the same kind."
"Why do you say that?"
Roland slowly put away the sandwich, sealed the bag, and prepared to eat it later. The rotten smell on Zouken Matou had already affected his appetite.
"When pursuing a certain goal, you are always distracted by other things, right? Obviously, it is more correct to abandon unnecessary emotions for the first goal, but I have long understood in my long life that the scenery on the road of pursuit may bring more fun than the distant goal."
"In the eyes of ordinary humans, people like us are more like monsters that we can't get along with, rather than magi who can understand logic."
Matou Zouken glanced at the hand model in Roland's hand and the other party's somewhat intoxicated expression, and said in a low voice.
"I just felt like it was a mockery of me."
Roland sighed, "So, what is the purpose of your visit today?"
"Confirm your progress and prepare for the help I will provide later. At least, you should have determined the class of the Heroic Spirit you want to summon. Otherwise, how can I prepare the Holy Relic for you?"
Although he hadn't thought about this matter in the past few days, Roland had already thought of the answer to this question.
"Caster, just prepare me a relic for this."
"Are you sure? This is one of the two weakest classes."
"Whether you are weak or strong depends on who you are competing with. In the Holy Grail War, no one would really believe in king versus king, general versus general."
After watching many Holy Grail Wars, Roland didn't dare to say that he understood the game, but at least, from an ordinary person's perspective, caster was an excellent choice.
The most important thing is that, as long as they are not guest stars, the orthodox casters basically have the ability to cheat. Compared with the gradually degenerating mysteries in modern times, their knowledge and power are the few that can bring changes to the present world.
Whether it's making props or acting as a teacher, these are all tangible benefits, aren't they better than some illusory Holy Grail?
"I was right about you," Matou Zouken was very satisfied with Roland's answer, "An ordinary Master can't be a match for Caster, and this is even better than Assassin."
The person who knows the magician best is the magician himself.
"As for Caster, I happen to have a very good relic in my hand, and I will give it to you later."
"Well, compared to this, I am more concerned about another thing. Is the magic power supplier ready? I chose caster partly because she needs less magic power. As an ordinary person, can I easily change the magic power provider?"
"Of course not, generally speaking. After all, this contract was granted directly by the Holy Grail. But... who do you think I am? It was the Matou family who changed the system of the Holy Grail contract and granted the Command Seals, the absolute power of command over Heroic Spirits."
Matou Zouken gave Roland a reassurance with a rather arrogant expression.
"I dare to assert that no one in the Matou family, whether in the previous generation or the next generation, can know the Command Seal better than me. Tomorrow I will hand it over to you."
Having said that, Matou Zouken seemed to have thought of something funny. He grinned strangely and glanced at the hand on Roland's hand.
"I promise that you will be quite satisfied. I just hope you can restrain yourself and not mess it up before the war is over."
"What's the meaning?"
Roland asked with some confusion, but Matou Zouken didn't want to answer and just left.
After perfunctorily dealing with Matou Zouken, the familiar figure appeared in the store again in the evening.
"Four mapo tofu bento boxes, please help me pay."
"OK."
Roland picked up the bento skillfully and started to cash out. Ever since their last meeting, Kotomine Kirei came to the store where he worked every day without fail, and would buy up all the discounted mapo tofu bento in the evening, which seemed to be becoming an urban legend.
"Kotomine-kun really likes eating mapo tofu. Here."
After packing the bag and handing it to Kotomine Kirei, the distressed priest did not leave as usual. Instead, a look of hesitation appeared on his face.
"Hmm? Anything else, Kotomine-kun?"
Roland was a little confused. In the past few days, he had been wearing gloves under the pretext of working as a cashier, and Kotomine Kirei had never paid attention to this aspect. He shouldn't have exposed the Master's identity like this.
Moreover, until now, Kotomine Kirei had not looked at the back of his hand, but just in case, he was ready to call out the Killer Queen.
"Roland-kun..."
Kotomine Kirei also took a deep breath. At the end, he gently held the cross on his chest and looked at Roland with a serious face.
"What is life...?"
"?"
Did you go to the wrong set? Is this what a priest should say? You are not a voice actor.
Roland gently moved his body and subconsciously moved away from Kotomine Kirei.