I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The ones with the strangest reactions were Dr. Hatreth and Kagemusha.

Dr. Hatteras is the master and Kagemusha is the servant. Both of them have the privileges granted by the Holy Grail. In other people's eyes, it's just that Shenji is too powerful to be human and possesses a mystery beyond magic. In their eyes, it's another story.

"That's...a Noble Phantasm?"

Hartreth could clearly feel the spirit son wrapped around Shen Er, which was the most basic element that made up the body of the servant.

"It is indeed a Noble Phantasm. It may be of a higher level than my 'Hecatic Wheel'."

The shadow warrior's voice was not loud and seemed a little out of breath. Even so, Lorelaia, who was the closest and was on tight guard, heard it. Her Majesty's face suddenly changed, and her tone became urgent.

"Noble Phantasm...are you sure?"

The moment she spoke, she thought of a lot.

Why would a little-known family in the Far East, known as the Magic Desert, give birth to a genius who is as good as his own?

Why does he hold so many secret treasures and travel around the world with them? You must know that even the Bartholomew family with the longest history usually locks secret treasures in the deepest part of the family treasury and only accesses them when necessary.

Why can he come up with the lost rune system?

Once, she thought that his teacher, the Queen of Shadow Kingdom who was immortal and lived from the age of gods to the present day, could explain all this.

But now, she discovered a new doubt - the fact that Queen Scathach is a disciple is very strange in itself. Since the end of the Age of Gods and the beginning of the Age of Elves, I have never heard of that queen taking on another disciple.

I originally thought that the Bartholomew family had not received the information, but compared to the theory that Shinji was a spirit descended from the gods, the latter was obviously more likely.

"I am a Servant, I will not be mistaken."

The shadow warrior's voice was still very soft, but the weight in it was as unshakable as her warrior soul.

The Noble Phantasm is the sublimation of the legend of heroic spirits and is a part of the Servant. Anyone may not recognize the Noble Phantasm, only the Servant does not.

"That boy is also a Servant?"

Hartresses looked at Shen Er with a different meaning in his eyes.

"No, his body is undoubtedly human. Although there are mysteries that do not belong to modern times, it is undoubtedly human - how on earth... is it the Holy Grail? Although it is not an omnipotent wishing machine, since it is called the Holy Grail, there should be one With the ability to fulfill wishes of a certain scale, it is not impossible to give a second life to a servant."

"That's wrong, Shinji is not a Servant."

Arquette suddenly spoke, with a sense of matter-of-factness in his tone.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Hatteras asked.

“No, it’s not, there’s no reason why.”

"That's hard to convince."

"Why should I have to convince others? Isn't it just fine if I believe in him?"

It is still a natural answer, just like the laws of nature, but human beings cannot accept it without reasonable reasons, even if it is the law of nature, so Hartreth obviously does not believe it.

This is, someone else joined the discussion, it was Weber.

"I'll tell you why."

"Appreciate further details."

"His growth history is well documented, from childhood to adulthood, from Japan to England."

"Resumes can be forged, and Bartholomew has the best say on this."

Lorelaia said nothing, which was considered acquiescence.

"Experiences can be faked, but what about my personal experience? I've known him ten years ago, when he was only seven years old. Although we don't meet many times a year, I can see his growth-strength every time. Mentally and spiritually. He has put in a lot of effort to get to where he is today step by step. Everyone who is familiar with him can see this, and you wouldn’t say this is fake, right?"

"This..." Hartreth was speechless.

"This really cannot be faked." Lorelaia sighed, a feeling of guilt welling up in her heart.

Yes, Weber knew him earlier, but he didn't know him too late either. Moreover, he has been working for him in the past few years, spending more time in the Legal Affairs Department than in the Modern Magic Department. The two of them will also compete regularly and win and lose.

Recalling that encounter in the underground workshop, at that time she was only the alternate heir of the family and did not have the inheritance imprint. Although he was disguised, his speech and fighting were still a lot raw, and he was far less mature than he is now.

In the past five years, I have grown a lot, so why has he not?

As a companion who grew up with him, I should know this best. However, I am doubting him.

Heroic spirits, or heroes, must have gone through all kinds of hardships, and their mind, skills, and body have reached a considerable level. Such a being may still have room to grow after receiving a second life, but it is impossible to reappear from the beginning. Starting from scratch, the process of making something from nothing.

And Shenji, like all boys and girls, has such a gradual process, which is stronger evidence than any theory or doubt.

Putting aside the silly-looking True Ancestor, what would the other girls around him think? Will you doubt him like yourself?

Thinking of this, Lorelaiya suddenly became panicked in her heart - what happened to herself?

On the other side, Hartresses accepted Weber's statement, but he discovered new problems.

"How do humans possess the mystery of a Noble Phantasm that is unique to Servants? Even if it is ordered with a command spell, it is impossible to achieve it."

"Master, you can give it a try." The shadow warrior said expressionlessly.

"Forget it, we can't waste a command spell on such an illusory thing. If it is used, the relationship between us will be very dangerous. Moreover, I always feel that there are other secrets hidden in this young man. Maybe Can it shock the entire Magic Association?"

In the last sentence, Hatteras raised his voice intentionally or unintentionally, so that everyone on the train could hear it clearly, and the seeds called greed were spread along with the voice.

"Oh my, what will it be? What surprises will there be next? I'm really looking forward to it."

The red-haired man who was as seductive as a demon still maintained a soft smile, his eyes focused on the highest point of the steel forest, the high platform built by rafter piles.

There, a young man with bare upper body pressed his right shoulder with his left hand, stretched his right hand forward, spread his fingers, and muttered something in his mouth.

“I am the bone of my Nail.”

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood. (Blood is like steel, and heart is like glass.)"

"I have created over a thousand blades. (I have created over a thousand blades.)"

"Unknown to Death.Nor known to Life. (Don't know his death, don't know his life.)"

“Have withstood pain to impale many enemies. (Have withstood pain to impale many enemies.)”

"Yet, those hands will never hold anything. (There is nothing in the hands.)"

"So as I pray, Unlimited Nail Works. (So as I pray, Unlimited Nail Works.)"