He is the real, 'monster of this world'!

"¨. Your Excellency the Supreme Bishop!"

Kirshtalia looked respectful, put away all vigilance and hostility, and performed an aristocratic etiquette with a meticulous attitude.

I'd rather provoke Bathemello, I'd rather curse the dean of the clock tower who has never shown up for thousands of years, and never be an enemy of this supreme bishop. This is almost all magicians in this era are born from birth. things to inform.

Those ancestors of dead disciples who didn't even dare to show their faces, fled like bereaved dogs, and those ancestors of dead disciples who flattered and donated large sums of money to the church every year, as well as those magicians who have lived for a hundred years and kept silent for this reason, are all here. Informed of the danger of the supreme bishop.

Why such an existence would live in this age of fading and mysterious sluggishness has even become a research topic for many magicians.

"Wearing a fake mask for a long time will make you forget your truth, and it will also hurt the people who really care about you and love you, Kirshtalia."

Roy looked at the man in front of him with a smile, walked slowly to his side under his nervousness, folded his hands in front of him, supported the fence of the stone bridge, and looked into the distance.

At that moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, Kirshtalia always felt that the brilliance of the moon became brighter, as if the goddess of the moon was trying to show her beauty in front of the supreme bishop.

Kirshtalia's face changed continuously, just like a Sichuan opera, before turning around and standing beside Roy after a long time, he smiled bitterly: "...I really can't hide anything from you, Your Excellency Supreme Bishop, this makes I was terrified."

The man who gave the impression of confidence and perfection seemed to suddenly come to life at this moment.

If the former Kirshtalia was like a sculpture, although it was perfect but felt false, then the current Kirshtalia is his true character, very ordinary and approachable.

"Fear is a noble thing that the Lord bestows on mankind. It is precisely because mankind fears that they can seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and survive the hardships and hardships."

"...you don't need to be distressed, you should be happy!"

Roy's tone was soft but divine.

Chapter 49 Angels Longing for God

"I once thought that I was really as good as the magicians in the Clock Tower said. I once thought that if it were me, I would definitely be able to open up a new subject in the Clock Tower and bring about a new era."

After removing the mask and disguise that had been on her face, Kirshtalia was just like an ordinary man, babbling and muttering.

He has a rather hearty smile on his face, looks very sunny, but also makes people feel a little silly, and even wants to make some lame jokes, although the jokes are not funny at all, but rather like a cold joke .

"However, in the Clock Tower, excessive talent is not something to be proud of, on the contrary, it is a symbol of danger, although now I don't think I have any talent."

"...That year, just around here, I was assassinated by my father, because the people who assassinated me were all magicians in the family. They knew me well and made my magic dress unresponsive."

Speaking of which, a fright flashed across Kirshtalia's face, not because he remembered what had happened, but when Roy came behind him not long ago, his magic dress did not respond.

Once bitten by a snake for ten years, he was afraid of the rope. Even if the chief of the astronomical department was a magician, he was still a human being, and naturally he would have psychological problems unique to human beings.

"The weapon used by the opponent is a 'virulent poison' obtained from a magician named Emiya Kiritsugu. It can destroy the magician's magic circuit and make the magician completely useless."

"... After 847, I have investigated, and the previous monarch El-Melloi died under this 'poison'."

"After that, I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I was rescued by a homeless, ah, poor, ubiquitous beggar kid."

Kirshtalia did not laugh at herself for being a noble magician, an excellent magician who was praised by the clock tower for being saved by a beggar, but instead showed a sincere smile.

"He has a magic dress in his hand. I don't know where he picked it up or if a magician was born at home. It is a pretty good magic dress, which can eliminate the existence and breath of people."

"...Because of that dress, I escaped the search and pursuit of my 'corpse' by subsequent people. That child, although he is a beggar and a vagabond, relying on that dress can make him feel at ease. live."

"At the time, I was seriously injured and my magic circuit was a mess, but my survival instinct kept me alive. I knew that as long as I could see my grandfather or my teacher, I would have a chance to continue living."

"...But the magic circuit was damaged, and I couldn't get out of bed for more than ten days. It was that child who helped me and rescued me."

Kirshtalia's voice was getting deeper and deeper, and the smile on her face was bright but lonely, "...the first few days, I still ate soft bread, but in the next few days, I ate more and more. Worse."

"I know that those soft breads are all the storage left by the child, but the two people's appetite quickly ate them up. If there is no food, they need to find it."

"...He has the magic dress himself, and he can easily get food, but in order to protect me, he left the magic dress with me, and went out to find food by himself."

"He had nothing, and I had no money on me at that time, so he could only steal, but he was too thin and had no experience of stealing anything. He was always discovered and beaten and kicked."

Kirshtalia's voice was getting smaller and smaller, her expression was painful, and there was also nostalgia for those days.

"In the end, I survived, but the child died of starvation and injuries. Until he left, he kept laughing. He was a man who stuttered and couldn't speak in full sentences. stupid kid."

"...Ah, it's only natural, he's just a beggar, a useless waste, and I'm the next head of Wardim, a genius praised by the Clock Tower, as long as I grow up, I can lead a The great magician of the age."

"He traded his life for my survival. It's a matter of course. If you put life on both ends of the scale, my life should be countless times heavier!"

Although she said extremely cold words, the expression on Kirshtalia's face was all soft.

"It was also from that time that I realized that I am not a genius in people's mouths, nor am I a magician who can lead a new era. Look, if it wasn't for a beggar to save his life, I would have died."

"...I'm just an ordinary person, those pride, those arrogance, those so-called honors are all false things, since then I know that my past life was wrong, and I should go on a new path !"

Kirshtalia's voice gradually became stronger, he clenched his fists, and the whole person became extremely firm.

"I don't believe in God, I'm sorry, Lord Supreme Bishop, to say such rude words in front of you... But if possible, I hope that child, the angel who changed my life, can ascend to heaven without suffering again. !"

Kirshtalia sincerely hoped and looked forward to it. Although he said that he did not believe in God, Roy saw that the man named Kirshtalia had a desire for God.

In other words, he hopes that there is a **** in this world, so that those injustices can be healed and the gods can take away the pain.

There are magicians who hope that the world will return to the age of gods, but what those magicians long for is that after returning to the age of gods, the magic gets the blessing of the great source, and the support of the gods becomes the magic of the age of gods.

This man, he also longed for God, but not for magic, but for the whole of humanity.

No matter whether this idea is right or wrong, but at this moment, Roy clearly saw the sublime in Kirshtalia's soul.

Roy's heavy pupils stared at Kirshtalia for a while, and then slowly said:

"...I don't know if that child is an angel or not, but at this moment, Kirshtalia Wodam, your heart is so pure, your soul is so holy, now you are even more like an angel."

When the voice fell, this handsome and beautiful man was extremely excellent in every aspect. The prince-like man suddenly became ashamed. He glanced at Roy and quickly looked away, saying embarrassedly:

"...I feel a little shy when you say that."

Roy was silent, but he was full of slander in his heart. How dare you blushing, a big man!

"Now I don't look like a magician at all. If the teacher knows, if the clock tower people know, if my family knows, I will be disappointed."

Even so, Kirshtalia has no regrets at all. Instead, it's as if her soul broke free and turned into a free-flying bird.

"Although you don't look like a magician anymore, but you are more like a 'human', Kirshtalia... If it is an orthodox magician, even if he has been rescued, he will be ashamed I was touched by such a lowly person, so I had a murderous intention."

Roy's words silenced Kirshtalia.

He knew that what Roy said was correct. If it wasn't him who was rescued, but another magician, maybe that magician would definitely kill the child.

Not only is it disgusting to be touched by such a beggar, but I am afraid that I will also be greedy for the magic dress that the child has.

"You're right, a magician like that can't be called a 'human' at all..."