I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"boom----"

The door was kicked open, and Olga Marie walked in aggressively.

"It's been this time, what are you doing!"

"Ahhhh!" Roman, who was still a senior a second ago, threw the cake out in a panic, and the direction was still Olga Marie, the director's daughter.

Dead!

Will definitely be scolded!

Siddija raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and the [Reforged Pandora] leaning against the wall unfolded instantly, the huge ring slowly turned, and the pointer representing the world time stopped.

"I don't know if you will die if you eat a few pieces of cake, but this time it will definitely die," Siddija stood up unhurriedly, caught the cake that was stagnant in the air and put it back in Roman's hands plate, and at the same time put his own plate in Roman's hand.

Siddija clapped her hands and looked at Olga Marie.

She, who has always pretended to be mature, is like a child at this moment. In order to make herself look menacing, she raised her hands around her chest and blocked her face, always timidly closing her eyes looking down at others.

"It's not mature enough, little Mary," Sidika patted Olga Marie's head with a light smile, "You should know very well that I will protect you."

After speaking, Siddija pinched Olga Marie's nose mischievously and sat back, "The gears of time are turning again."

"Bang——"

The bell that only Siddigar could hear rang, the rotating ring stopped spinning, and the hand representing the world time began to turn, but in just an instant it changed back to the shape of a box.

"Hmm!!!" Olga Marie hugged her head and let out a whimper like a small animal.

Roman opened his mouth wide, although he didn't know what happened, but could he destroy the evidence now.

Just when he was about to remind Hidega to eat the cake quickly, the young man with pure white hair was drinking hot tea leisurely admiring the lovely appearance of Olga Marie, and the cake in his hand turned into two pieces. share.

Seemingly noticing his unbelievable gaze, Sidika looked at him unhurriedly, the corners of her mouth rising slightly.

[eat it~]

Roman swallowed, opened his mouth and ate two strawberry cakes.

At this time, Olga Marie also reacted. The cake that came from the shop seemed to be an illusion. Nothing happened. Instead, she suddenly hugged her head and whined.

What a shame!

Especially the two guys sitting on the bed looked at her blankly.

"Cough, cough, someone is looking for you," Olga Marie coughed twice, then ran out with her face covered.

"Thank me, doctor," Siddija handed another cup of hot tea to Roman, whose face began to get closer to the color of pig's liver, "You've received one less scolding."

Roman raised his neck and poured the hot tea into his mouth very rudely.

"Alive!" Roman patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, almost choking on his own cake was too embarrassing.

"So don't eat cake in the morning," Siddija shrugged.

"It's not... Forget it," Roman scratched his head. "By the way, Xiaoxi, aren't you going yet? You can't make the guests wait for a long time."

"Maybe it's coming to find you~" Siddija stretched her waist.

"No one will come to me," Roman put down his hand and showed a wry smile that made Siddigar a little upset.

"Then next time I'll come to you," Sidika patted Roman's shoulder hard, "so don't make such an expression again, you're not alone."

Roman was stunned for a while, then rubbed his face vigorously, revealing the same relaxed and soft smile as before, "That's right, it would be bad if you were worried."

"By the way, it's okay to read some strange websites in the middle of the night, remember not to make strange noises," Siddija raised her index finger and showed a gentle smile, "Otherwise I will unplug your Internet cable, speaking of today When I woke up in the morning, I accidentally clicked a strange wire in your room."

"My Miss Merry!"

Roman whimpered past Siddija and rushed out of the room.

"Being rash and panicking because of a trivial matter," Siddija staggered toward the Chaldean reception room with her hands in her pockets, "this is you, you have been standing long enough, you can't lie down No one will blame you, we are not saviours."

Even though he said that, he can still be someone's savior, such as El-Melloi II sitting on the sofa in front of him, and pulling his hood behind El-Melloi II. Grey.

"I don't think anyone but you can come to Chaldea to find me," Hidega scratched her hair and sat opposite El-Melloi II.

"That... please accept this..." Grey took out a small, delicately packaged box from under the cloak in a panic.

"You want to bribe me with a little gift," Siddija raised her brows and reached out to take the small box in Grey's hand, "But it's probably not a trivial matter to make you come all the way here to find me. Bar."

"Forget it," El-Melloi II sighed and took out a map from his pocket and spread it out on the table, with several locations circled on it, "This is the spiritual vein of Dongmu City. The position is distorted."

"Is this... unusual?" Sidga, who really didn't know anything about magic, tilted her head.

"These places have created other spaces. After someone's observation, there are Servants in there, but unlike the Holy Grail War, it seems to be summoned by cards," El-Melloi II rubbed his eyebrows forcefully. , "The meaning of the clock tower is to collect those cards as soon as possible in order to prevent some things that will make your stomach hurt, so..."

"El-Melloi II, who can handle all cases, is going to be dispatched again?" Siddigar laughed, "In order to repay the debt that seems impossible to repay."

"I'm not good at fighting," El-Melloi II covered his face. "If you say that it is to recover the card, that is to defeat the Seven Horsemen. It has not yet been determined whether they can release the Noble Phantasm."

"So... the one you mentioned didn't give you any useful equipment?" Siddija spread her hands.

El-Melloi II's expression became incomparably subtle as if he had remembered something, while Grey was pulling the hood on his head as if he was escaping something.

"I understand," Siddija extended her hand to El-Melloi II, "and leave it to me."

"Thank you," El-Melloi II breathed a sigh of relief, and if Sidgar refused to agree, he could only shamelessly ask Grey to use that thing.