Traveler from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru!

"Hello, do you mind if I have a drink?"

The strange, awkward language made Rimuru lift his eyes. This was a magus whose internal magic flow was not particularly obvious. She didn't look very old, appearing to be around twenty-three or twenty-four—exactly one of the most beautiful ages for a young woman. Rimuru raised an eyebrow, carefully searched his mind for the language, and replied in German: "Of course, please go ahead. Are you Serbian?"

Serbian and Croatian are not very different, but due to international factors, some minor differences emerged after they became independent, so this magus shouldn't be a local. As for whether she could understand him... Rimuru didn't think a magus would be unable to understand something like German.

Setting aside the fact that magi can learn multiple languages quickly through magic, if one wants to obtain systematic knowledge of magecraft in Europe, learning the languages of several necessary countries is mandatory—such as Germany, or the United Kingdom, which has always wanted to leave the EU...

And the facts proved this to be true. The female magus was slightly taken aback, then replied in slightly unpracticed German with surprise: "Oh, my god, you could actually tell. But you definitely aren't Croatian, are you?"

No kidding. Rimuru raised an eyebrow. Her awkward German made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but her compliance with his linguistic habits was a clear sign of submission. Hmm... a practiced swallow, Rimuru thought, but his interest in her actually waned.

Honestly, if he really wanted to seek pleasure, he preferred someone... at least with a distinct personality, someone more interesting.

Even so, fishing for some intelligence would be excellent.

Rimuru wore a smile and said softly: "Obviously not. I could tell because I have a deep impression of Serbia; it is a beautiful place."

Although he said that, to be honest, if not for the assistance of Great Sage, Rimuru wouldn't even have known such a country as Serbia existed!

However, talking about one's hometown can often quickly shorten the distance between people. Soon, the female magus and he were chatting back and forth about Serbia, and their bodies were quickly drawing closer.

Yet, with a tacit understanding, neither of them ever asked for the other's name.

"Speaking of which, beautiful lady, tonight's enjoyment is somewhat incredible." Rimuru looked at the slightly tipsy woman and chuckled: "I traveled all the way from Germany to here, and I always feel the atmosphere here is exceptionally heated. Even between magi, there is no guard. Do you know why?"

"Actually, it's not that great here, it's just that the public security has been particularly good these past few days... By the way, do you want to have even more fun?"

Her small hand had already started stroking from Rimuru's chest downward, and just as it was about to climb onto his high ground, Rimuru suddenly changed his posture, crossed his legs, and chuckled in the face of her astonishment: "So, why is it particularly good?"

"You bad boy." The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly giggled: "It's nothing important. Actually, you should know in a while; recently, there will be people from the Holy Church patrolling and inspecting regularly..."

"People... from the Church... inspecting regularly?" Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Rimuru's mouth stiffened slightly and gradually sank.

"Yeah." The woman's hand was still wandering, but Rimuru's heart sank along with her words: "I heard that the Church even dispatched the High Inquisitor Vissera to target some big shot—"

High Inquisitor Vissera... Rimuru's heart sank. He had never heard of this title, but clearly, since he was flaunting his own title, it meant he was definitely one of the top-tier people in the Holy Church. But... why was he here?

Or rather, why could they guess he would come here?

Rimuru completely lost interest. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, he heard a clack. The lively dance floor of the bar instantly went silent. A man with a square face, who looked like a Paladin at first glance, led several personnel wearing black Church uniforms inside. He scanned the room quietly, and suddenly, that sharp gaze met Rimuru's face—

Damn it!

The woman's voice was recalled from his memory, and he suddenly thought of... a sentence in her words: "Actually, you should know in a while."

He should have realized it earlier; the woman's words had already indicated that today was the day and... the time for their inspection!!

"Hmm? A new traveler..." Vissera did not see through Rimuru's disguise, but he saw at a glance...: "You seem to have the aura of a curse on you... You need the mercy of God..."

"Thanks, but I don't think I need it." Rimuru shook his head, let go of the woman, left a stack of money, and was about to lower his head and leave when the other party suddenly reached out to block Rimuru's path. While the serious square face gave Rimuru immense pressure, he said in a deep voice: "Whether you need it or not, it still needs to be verified."

After speaking, he drew two characters and chanted unknown words.

As he spoke, the spell on his arm was activated by him, and golden characters slowly rose along with his voice—

Rimuru was way too familiar with this spell!

He had fled so many times, and every single time, it was this spell that forced him to run!

And now... you're doing it again?!!

Baptism Sacrament!

The most powerful and representative spell of the Holy Church, and also the spell with the strongest targeting against spiritual bodies in the world today!

Thinking of this, Rimuru wished he could immediately throw a Baptism Sacrament back to prove his innocence. You know, although he had devoured Brad and gained the powers of a vampire and a ghost, his concepts were strictly limited to Primate (Human) and Fantasy Species (Slime). Logically speaking, as long as he didn't use vampire powers or ghost-form, with his magic resistance, this kind of targeted spell would pose no threat to him at all.

But!

That damn curse! This doesn't refer to the blood-impulse curse, but the fatal internal injury at his heart, the one most difficult to resolve... As soon as it encountered the Baptism Sacrament, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, producing a chemical-like reaction of mutual destruction!

Can you imagine the feeling of two forces, holy and cursed, colliding and entangling wildly in your body, and finally wanting to cause a massive explosion?!

Every time they collided, the Baptism Sacrament couldn't cause him substantial damage, but it would aggravate his internal injuries. As a result, those bastards in the Church thought the Baptism Sacrament could target the White Knight Brad, and it turned into a means of reconnaissance?!

Are you idiots?!

Rimuru's face was gloomy. Seeing the holy chant about to descend, he took a deep breath—this is what you forced me to do!

"Black... Princess of the Black?!"

His pupils constricted violently as he looked behind the crowd, and at the same time, he did not hesitate to activate an enhanced version of the Curse Bullet, throwing a Magic Power Blast directly at the wall beside him!

Then, he turned and ran!

Sure enough, upon hearing the name of the Princess of the Black, even with Vissera's composure, he couldn't help but change his expression and turn his head to look behind him. However, in that split second, after hearing the explosion beside him, he immediately reacted and, without hesitation, launched an attack at Rimuru's remaining back!

He casually threw the Baptism Sacrament out!

He didn't suspect that Rimuru was the White Knight Brad, but this guy was definitely suspicious!

The residential style of Croatia was more like exquisite small detached houses, so the bar was only separated from the outside street by a wall. But precisely because of this, the pursuit by Vissera and the others was extremely swift. The moment Rimuru ran out, the Baptism Sacrament behind him had already arrived. With a bang, it turned into holy light, dancing joyfully on his body while warming his body... but it began to burn his insides—

In the scattered dust, Rimuru didn't even have time to turn a corner before his whole body stiffened. The excruciating pain inside his body spread wildly, as if burning his soul. The curse and wounds that he had finally managed to soothe through purification and healing were, once again, like a wolf thrown into a flock of tired sheep, instantly stimulated by the Baptism Sacrament to go crazy, tearing apart the vitality within Rimuru's body.

"Damn you..."

"You bastard..."

In the end, I still couldn't escape this damn Baptism Sacrament, could I...

He thought this to himself, forced to endure his fading consciousness as he handed control of his body over to the Great Sage. With his final ounce of strength, he erupted into a dense, pitch-black mist. Endless blood surged throughout the bar, instantly obstructing the men of Velasas, while he himself, shielded by the blood and fog, transformed into a trail of water and slipped into... the sewer.

When Rimuru regained consciousness in a daze once more, he found himself lying quietly on a bed.

"What... happened?"

"The sewer could not stop the Church's search. When I used your body to escape, your muscle tissue collapsed, rendering me unable to move..."

"So..."

"At that point, I had no choice but to attempt to seek help from the residents here. Fortunately, I gambled correctly."

"...Doing that will bring them danger. We have already experienced this once before."

"But ensuring survival is the primary objective."

"..." Fine, Rimuru sighed: "If we can move, let's go. They should be searching this way soon."

"They will not search here." Suddenly, a voice that sounded slightly cold and devoid of any emotion rang out beside his ear, making him pause slightly while reminding him of Kuonji Alice...

He looked up. Standing there was a pregnant woman wearing an eye patch with long, silver-white hair.

Yes, a pregnant woman. Rimuru opened his mouth in astonishment. Setting aside the fact that her white hair and delicate features resembled a German princess, the mere sight of her protruding belly and the nun's habit she wore left him stunned, too shocked to speak.

"Are you... a nun?"

"Yes." She nodded calmly and added: "That is why they will not search."

"But why would a nun... save me?" Rimuru muttered, feeling puzzled: "The Church is hunting me down..."

"..." Hearing this, she simply watched Rimuru quietly. After a long while, she shook her head gently and said: "No, you have no sin."

I... have no sin?

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Chapter 033: Methods to Cure Curses and... He Loves Me Very Much.

England, London, Clock Tower.

Inside the quiet, massive library, Rimuru was calmly flipping through book after book.

At this moment, a translucent white dove made of silk threads flew in rapidly and landed to the side. This was the most common type of familiar magic—but also the most basic and easiest to modify.

"What is it?" Rimuru didn't even look up, simply asking quietly.

Upon hearing this, the white dove quickly scanned the messy pile of books surrounding Rimuru, and Liddell's voice, filled with concern, came through: "News has come from Aoko."

"Oh? What did she say?"

After blowing up the hunting grounds of the Gaiusling family last time, Eler had quickly returned to her lawless, adorable self because she was still young and had the backing of Rimuru and Liddell. But Aoko hadn't been so lucky; she was directly ordered to leave London within two days and never set foot in the city again.

Although such a restriction order had no binding power over a Magician, in Aoko's words, it meant she probably wouldn't want to come back to a place as annoying as the Clock Tower anyway.

Considering that Rimuru being plagued by a blood-sucking impulse curse could easily become a handle or a breakthrough point, Liddell hadn't used a familiar to contact Aoko, who had already begun her tour of Japan, directly. Instead, she continued using the old method, first relaying the message to Kuonji Alice—having her transmit the information via a more specialized familiar, the blue robin.

This resulted in a certain delay in communication between the two sides, but it had the advantage of confidentiality.

As for Rimuru, the fact that his main body had encountered danger was something he couldn't let his friends know, as it would drag them into an even larger vortex, especially... regarding the matter of the Princess of the Black.

But recently... Liddell looked at the chaotic pile of books through the familiar, and a trace of worry flashed in her heart. In her impression, Rimuru always did things in a methodical, or rather, clear-headed manner. Even when reading, he would place things down neatly and in an orderly fashion.

Yet now, although Rimuru was masking it well on the surface, it was clear... his inner state was becoming increasingly anxious and urgent.

"Aoko says that her brain isn't very good at dealing with curses, and a curse that demands the price of immortality isn't easy to interfere with by adjusting the timeline, especially... your timeline..."

"...I almost forgot, she can't peer through the mist surrounding me." Hearing this, Rimuru suddenly smiled helplessly and said: "She has quite a bit of self-awareness, knowing her own brain is slow..."

"But she said she can try!" Liddell ignored Rimuru's feigned lighthearted joke and said forcefully: "You need to find an excuse to go to Japan..."

"No need." Rimuru paused slightly upon hearing this and suddenly said: "Compared to the distant Far East, I trust another solution more."

"Another one?! You found a method?"

"Ah, I have some ideas." Rimuru raised the book in his hand. It was...

Duke of Cornwall?

Liddell was confused for a moment and quickly looked at the pile of books arranged somewhat messily: History of Far East Magic, Homunculus Comprehensive Reading by Einzbern, Records of Alexander's Conquest... and so on.

Beyond these, there were also some highly complex professional texts, such as the necessary textbook for the Department of Spiritual Evocation, Spirit Origin Breakthrough, and research papers related to Noble Phantasms and holy relics—

"Are you... researching the Holy Grail War?"

"Something like that." Rimuru shook his head, turned, and pulled a book from the countless complex piles, placing it in front of Liddell.

It was... Legend of the Fairy Land: Avalon.

"Avalon..." Liddell whispered.

"Legend has it... the ancient King Arthur lost his most precious scabbard. That was a Noble Phantasm named Avalon."

"It is a barrier, and also the home of the fairies. It is the utopia far removed from the mundane world."

"Of course." Rimuru paused, smiling slightly. "The most crucial part is... as a scabbard, it not only protects the wielder from any harm but can also heal any injury and halt the aging process."

"Healing all injuries, including any... curses..."

Rimuru murmured softly, as if he were a bard, lowering his eyelids to sing its praises.

"But..." Liddell hesitated, pouring cold water on the idea with some reluctance. "That is just a legend, and even if it were true... you should understand the concept of a Noble Phantasm. It is something that must be infused with the original owner's magical energy to be unleashed and take effect."

"The Department of Spiritual Evocation—" Rimuru chuckled softly. "I've had some free time lately and have learned quite a bit about the Department of Spiritual Evocation. Although Professor Kayneth is overly arrogant, he didn't hold back at all when it came to answering questions, which allowed me to learn quite a lot."

In reality, the Heroic Spirit summoning of the Greater Grail system itself is not something overly mysterious or powerful. The Department of Spiritual Evocation, where Kayneth holds a first-class lecturer position, is precisely the field that studies the summoning of various spiritual entities, including evil spirits and Heroic Spirits, through methods like medium possession and divine possession.

Furthermore, the various pseudo-Holy Grail Wars occurring all over the world are conducted through similar models; it is just that the Greater Grail's magical energy supply system efficiently and effectively eliminates the most complex troubles of medium preparation and magical energy supply.

Therefore, for the Lords, wanting to summon a Servant through their own methods is actually not a difficult task. The difficulty lies in... the massive amount of magical energy required after the summoning. Without the support of the Greater Grail and a Leyline, even for a Phantasmal Species like Rimuru, who possesses an immense amount of magical energy, maintaining the existence of Saber would be extremely difficult, let alone for an ordinary magus.

"Fine, then... do you know where it is... Cornwall?!"

Liddell dejectedly gave up on her plan to continue questioning Rimuru, but as she asked the final question, she suddenly saw Rimuru shaking the book in his hand—the one about the Duke of Cornwall.

"Actually, I can't be certain if it's still there, so I plan to go to a certain place to check first..."

Rimuru stood up, grasped the dove representing Liddell in one hand, and said softly, "Well, it's been a long time since I've gone shopping with you. How about I accompany you today?"

"Are you proud of accompanying a familiar?!!"

Avalon was indeed one of Rimuru's goals, but had it not been for this unexpected turn of events, Rimuru would not have wanted to go looking for this thing ahead of time.

After all, without the infusion of Saber's magical energy, it is nothing more than an ordinary scabbard.

Rimuru did not know if, after consuming it, Wuyin would be able to acquire all of its functions through analysis, but he did know that even if it could... the scabbard would have to be activated first—

This meant that it would be necessary to summon Saber.

And to be honest, Rimuru liked the personality and character design of this King Arthur, but... if they were to truly spend time together, Rimuru felt quite rationally that... she might be... well, very annoying.