If You Can Read the File, You Will Die

"It's massage." Qiu Yuecheng explained: "Being able to massage Heroic Spirit is a very precious experience. At the same time, I may also be able to gain more experience to improve the technique of massage."

"You, you can find your own heroic spirit." Medea felt a little flustered.

There are definitely other evil thoughts mixed in this man's smile.

"Then there is no way, you will become my enemy, and the man before should be your master?" Qiu Yuecheng said lightly: "Maybe you can also try it, using the treasure you hide behind , kill me now."

"..."

Medea's right hand holding the Noble Phantasm turned even whiter.

With the current distance between the two sides, it is almost certain that he can succeed.

As a Noble Phantasm, Wanfu Bingying Breaking the Ring can instantly release the contract between the opponent and her own heroic spirit, and may even allow her to gain the control of the opponent's heroic spirit.

In this way, no matter how powerful the man in front of him is, it is absolutely impossible to face the attacks of several heroic spirits at the same time!

but……

Like an animal's premonition of danger before encountering a natural enemy, Medea now even has an illusion that as long as she does it herself, what awaits her will be death and destruction.

Such unknown fear made her unable to make a choice for a while.

"It seems that we need to add more fire."

Didn't give the lady enough time to make a choice.

A black notebook appeared in Qiu Yuecheng's hands.

"Speaking of which, after getting this Death Note, I haven't tried its effects yet, why don't I take this opportunity to see if it's as magical as it is?"

Open the fountain pen that you carry with your notebook.

The black handwriting appears on the paper in the movement of the pen.

- Medea will die of a heart attack in ten seconds.

After finishing writing, Qiu Yuecheng felt that something had changed.

Can't say it, but it feels like this.

"cause and effect……"

Qiu Yuecheng didn't know, but all this fell into Medea's eyes, but she froze in place as if seeing some incredible picture.

As a magician, even a magician from the Age of Gods.

There is an untouchable awe - the power of cause and effect.

It belongs to the law of truth that constitutes this world, and even the supreme king of gods is not so easy to use.

Instead, a magician.

Not to mention manipulation, even just touching is enough to make the other party pay a huge price.

"Why did you..." Medea suddenly showed a painful expression on her face.

His hands were tightly covering his heart.

I just feel that my breathing has become extremely difficult.

"Sure enough, if the target is not a creature, the effect does not seem to be obvious."

Qiu Yuecheng looked at each other carefully.

After a wave of magic power, Medea, who should have died of a heart attack, returned to her original state.

Heroic spirits are just a collection of magic power. As long as the magic power is enough, ordinary heart disease is not a fatal injury.

"However, this also shows that the effect of Death Note is still good."

Qiu Yuecheng smiled and said: "Now, is Ms. Medea willing to agree to my request?"

"..."

"If it's just ordinary humans, I'm afraid there's no way to resurrect like Miss Medea?"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Medea slowly returned to her seat and said in an emotionless voice.

"As I said before, I want to massage Miss Medea."

"As long as your request is met, you won't do anything to Soujiro-sama?" Medea stared at Akizuki Makoto.

"Of course, although I, Qiu Yuecheng, am a scumbag, I am still very trustworthy."

"……okay I know."

The strong humiliation made Medea grit her teeth.

"Then, please sit on the chair here." Qiu Yuecheng pointed to the armchair beside him and said, "Since this is the first time serving the heroic spirit, if there is any discomfort, please remember to tell me .”

"Really, is it just an ordinary massage?" Medea asked suspiciously as she watched the battle of men in front of her.

"Of course, or Miss Medea has other plans?"

Under the dark purple dress, black stockings tightly wrapped her legs.

And after taking off that pair of exquisite shoes, even if the toes were covered with stockings and painted with purple nail polish, they were clearly reflected in Qiu Yuecheng's eyes.