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“Why are you angry my knight, did no one dare to accept your challenge?” The glamorous woman said as she sat on the man’s lap naturally while wrapping her fair arms around his neck.

“Hmph, my only opponent was rescued at the last moment before he could have the honour at dying at my feet.” the man generously wrapped his strong arms on her smooth waist as he replied with some annoyance in his tone.

“Don’t be annoyed let me help you blow off some steam.” The Glamourous woman said purring as she felt the man’s dishonest hands.

The servants reading the atmosphere and feeling the rapidly increasing sensual tension in the air wisely packed up and left closing the door shut behind them.

“Madam Rose you have a call, it’s flinch, he says he got selected for the Holy Grail and his summons wants to talk to Mr Knight, he said his summons said to say his name is Flanders” a few moments later a voice echoed from outside the closed door disturbing the heated atmosphere in the room.

“Forward the call to my cell,” Rose said with some annoyance, although annoyed by the interruption she didn’t dare slack off in the affairs of the Holy Grail, although thanks to her feminine charms and wiles she had gotten close to her summons and dedicated herself to him in exchange for a promise from him to take her into the void regardless if they won or not.

Rose did not doubt that her knight had the ability to do so after all her family had some ties with the void and were able to get some news about some participants who would be summoned to the world, but Rose still had her ambitions and wanted to win the war if she could after all the holy grail was a rare opportunity to reach the root.

“Yes ma’am.” The short reply came from the closed door and soon enough from her purse her phone vibrated receiving the forwarded call, she stretched the phone towards the silent Knight who was apparently pissed at the interruption, defeated by her pleading gaze he picked up the phone bringing it to his ear, from the conversation rose had with her servant outside the door he already knew who it was.

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“It’s you little bug.” The man said in his coarse voice not concealing the arrogance and disdain in his tone.

“I’m flattered you remember me Master Simon or should I say, Knight.” A greasy male voice replied with obvious flattering and jokes in his tone.

“Get straight to the point.” Simon snapped becoming impatient.

“I can help you find the other contestants, for a fee of course, you know how much resources it takes for a mecha driver to be promoted” Flander quickly stated seriously after hearing the impatience in Simon’s voice, he was well aware of the grumpy impatient nature of Simon, he didn’t want this hard won opportunity to be lost.

Simon was silent for a while apparently thinking about the pro and cons of the deal, the resources for a top talent to be perfectly promoted to a mecha driver was not a little sum even for him who had a god for a father after all he was not the only child and there were limits to the resources he could move, he was about to decline when he thought about the reason he participated in the first place and then gritted his teeth to reply “As long as you find me a worthy opponent I’ll take care of all the resources you need when the holy grail war is over.”

“Thank you very much.”

“But if you fail my trust you will face your doom,” Simon stated calmly and arrogantly, his voice flat as if stating an eternal unchanging fact.

“Fair enough wait for my good news tomorrow.” Flanders replied in an equally flat tone.

On the other side of the city the unconscious swordsman was sent back to the building where the blond man was located and the shadow that brought him there naturally dispersed after completing its mission, the blond man looked with annoyance and anger at his summon who was of the assassin rank but fought his opponent head-on and didn’t even plan on escaping after failure.

Thinking of the summons arrogant attitude the blond man couldn’t help but mutter to himself “seems some modification will have to be made if I am to win.”

With those words the blond man put his palms on the chest of the assassin in some seconds the tattoos on his arms came alive and the black ink started moving from his arms to the assassin’s body, with the tattoos the man’s ominous magic flowed modifying the unconscious swordsman body forcefully implanting shadow and stealth magic while suppressing the assassins original consciousness and planting the resentful soul of one his necromantic servants who was proficient in the art of assassination to control the body.

The assassin’s original soul started struggling fiercely and his tempered firm spirit brought about by the serious practice of sportsmanship slashed at the implanted soul, but the blond man was already prepared for such a scene after all he knew those summoned creatures from the void possessed peculiar abilities and couldn’t be seen normally, with an increase in magic power the severely damaged implanted soul turned into ink staining the illusory sword-shaped consciousness.

Although the soul ink would not last and he didn’t have full control over the assassin but the assassin would now obey his commands regardless of the assassin’s anger or rebellious thoughts.