The King of Conquerors' Chariot Is Yours to Steal?! / Kids Being Afraid of Thunder Is Nothing to Be Ashamed Of!
Waver and Gretel climbed to the top of the train and looked around.
Just then, another bolt of lightning struck, the thunder and lightning so close that it made the two of them feel numb.
"Ah, it's really here."
A beautiful woman appeared before them, around twenty years old.
Hephaestion!
She was tall, and her natural posture on the roof of the moving train made her look even taller.
Her slightly wavy, medium-length black hair fluttered in the wind, and she had a pair of bewitching Golden and Silver Demonic Eyes that were different colors in each eye.
Her slender body was encased in simple leather and metal armor, with a straight sword that looked quite handy hanging at her waist.
"Knowing it's a trap, yet still walking into it—is it confidence in your strength, or genuine stupidity?" Hephaestion stared at Waver.
"He was one of his followers, after all. I was wondering what kind of Magus he would be, but he turned out to be such a useless piece of trash. He's far inferior to Omenes, by no means a fraction of a mile. Although I never expected him to have the wisdom of Amon's priest or Aristotle, a brain as useless as his is better off being dug out and fed to monkeys."
Hephaestion's words left Waver stunned, a look of grief on his face. Hephaestion's words struck a nerve.
"Yad!"
Gretel instantly activated her Magic Crest, and Ador, like a Rubik's Cube, rapidly spun and disintegrated, transforming into a scythe shape, which became the Scythe of Death in Gretel's hand.
Gretel stood guard tightly in front of Waver.
"You just realized? You're so slow! That person called you here simply to satisfy my curiosity. It's totally not worth it. Ugh, I'm so annoyed, I feel like throwing up just looking at that face."
Hephaestion ignored Gretel, drew her straight sword, and strode forward, aggressively approaching Waver step by step.
"Go to hell."
Hephaestion instantly closed the distance and brought his straight sword down heavily.
Bite!
The straight sword clashed with the Scythe of Death, and Gretel staggered, barely managing to block the attack.
Alarm bells rang in her mind. There was an invisible pressure emanating from the other person, the kind of aura that only battle-hardened warriors possess.
But she couldn't back down; behind her stood Waver, her teacher.
Hephaestion's attack did not stop.
Gretel's Scythe of Death clashed with Hephaestion's straight sword once more, and she staggered, losing her balance on the roof of the moving train.
"We must never let the teacher get hurt!"
The situation was extremely critical. Gretel's heart sank, and she prepared herself to unleash the true name of the weapon in her hand.
"It's so noisy!"
Chapter 10, Section 231: You actually dared to steal King of Conquerors's chariot!
"It's so noisy!"
Gretel and Hephaestion were locked in fierce combat when, just as she was about to unleash the true name of her weapon, a clear, childlike voice rang out.
"I knew there was thunder! Turns out it was you playing tricks!"
Gretel was very unhappy. She had been resting in her room when the sudden thunder startled her.
That's when he and his friends came out to check the situation.
"Sister Gretel, you're here too?" Illya peeked out from behind Gretel.
Upon seeing the Grim Scythe of Death in Gretel's hand, she quickly asked, "Are you fighting? Do you need our help?"
"You..."
Gretel looked very anxious. She was already struggling to protect Waver, and she knew she would have a hard time ensuring the safety of several more children if she had to protect them.
"Illya, of course we should help. I'm going to teach this person a lesson for deliberately scaring children by making thunder."
Gretel didn't care what they were doing; she just wanted to vent her frustration at being disturbed by the thunder.
Seeing the children who had suddenly appeared, Hephaestion did not continue his attack.
She stood there quietly, watching Gretel.
Her left eye was as deep as the night sky, while her right eye seemed to reflect the blue sky, its blue radiance drawing Gretel in.
Golden and Silver Demonic Eyes, Mystic Eyes.
Gretel's body stiffened as she turned around, her eyes wide as she watched as she slowly raised the scythe of Scythe of Death toward Waver.
"What a fitting ending for this place." Hephaestion smiled merrily, his blue eyes gleaming.
"No!" Illya shouted, and was about to rush forward to block the attack.
But someone was faster than her, Kuro.
She teleported in, her two-colored swords Gan Jiang Mo Ye, crossed to block Gretel's Scythe of Death, preventing it from hitting Waver.
"Ah!—You're so mean!"
Gretel grew increasingly angry, and she yelled, "Jack, it's nighttime, you chop her up!"
"This... isn't that inappropriate..."
A voice came from behind Hephaestion, but the place was empty, with no one in sight.
Hephaestion was startled and became wary; these children were somewhat strange.
"Are you going to lift a finger or not? If you're not going to lift a finger, I'll do it myself!" Gretel said, taking out a colorful fairy tale book.
"Don't do anything reckless!" Illya quickly grabbed her, afraid that Gretel might impulsively summon the Jabberwocky, which would completely destroy the train.
"Alright..." a voice sounded again from behind Hephaestion.
It was already night, and with the dark, gloomy clouds covering the area, it was already pitch black and difficult to see clearly.
At this moment, a thick fog slowly spread around, making the view on the top of the train extremely blurry and invisible.
"Servant! You are Servant!"
Hephaestion cried out, completely unprepared to encounter Servant here.
"Night, thick fog, Jack ..." Hephaestion's expression changed drastically. "You are Jack the Ripper!"
It wasn't hard to guess; combining what the Gretel said earlier, she quickly figured out Jack's identity.
But to her surprise, Jack's innocent little girl voice, and the voices of the other children in front of her.
"No one has ever said that Jack the Ripper, the London serial killer, was actually a little girl!"
Hephaestion extremely shocked.
"You are also Servant, a follower of the king, but I don't know which one you are. I haven't seen you in the [Army of the King]."
Waver adjusted his glasses, a prop he had specially prepared for this trip to the Eyeball Collection Train, the 'Eye Killer'.
It was only thanks to it that we were able to barely withstand Hephaestion's Mystic Eyes.
Although Waver was equally surprised by Jack's identity, he was more concerned about Hephaestion's identity, who was a follower of Iskandar, and he couldn't ignore it.
Hephaestion took a soft breath and moved a step slightly.
She pointed her sword at the dark clouds with an arrogant gesture, as if she were about to slice through the sky—this was no joke.
The sword, imbued with a great deal of magic, swung down, and suddenly everything brightened as something appeared in the void.
Then another thunderbolt struck, and dense lightning bolts fell from the dark clouds, crashing and blessing Hephaestion.
It tore through the thick fog.
A chariot wrapped in purple lightning appeared before them: the Gordias Ionioi Hetairoi.
"Ah! It's the Ionioi Hetairoi of the King of Conquerors!" the children exclaimed.
They naturally recognized the Noble Phantasm; they had even discussed whether to borrow it from the King of Conquerors, but ultimately abandoned the idea because it was too ugly.
"You stole King of Conquerors's chariot, you're a thief!"
"Quickly, catch this thief! She's trying to escape!"
Faced with the children's slander, Hephaestion's forehead veins bulged.
She wanted to continue fighting, but then she noticed that each of the children in front of her was beginning to emanate powerful magic.
Servant, all these children are Servant, even she, in her irrationality, understands that this place is not a place to stay for long.
"I am Hephaestion!" she roared fiercely, "The greatest King of Conquerors in history, Iskandar's most trusted confidant!"
After saying this, Hephaestion leaped onto the chariot, and as soon as she picked up the reins, the chariot began to race through the empty sky.
Like a figure from a myth, he drew an arc, his body crackling with lightning as he broke through the thick fog and dark clouds, disappearing into the night sky.
She ran away...
The children could only watch helplessly as Hephaestion fled, and once again experienced the hardship of having no means of transportation.
"Tch! She got away. What a coward!"
"We must arrest her next time. How dare she steal King of Conquerors's chariot."
Unable to keep Hephaestion, the children could only hurl a few harsh words at him.
"She's not a thief..." Waver began, "She has the right to use the Ionioi Hetairoi."
He looked very down and his body was swaying slightly.
Gretel quickly stepped forward to support Waver.
"Thank you," she said to the children, who had saved them from this ordeal.
As for why they are Servant, Gretel has no time to think about that right now; she needs to help Waver back to rest first.
"Sister Gretel, you're too kind."
"Yes, it's all that guy's fault. The thunder at night was so scary, it was really annoying."
Jack then dispelled the thick fog and ran over to join the others.
Gretel Rhyme complained to her, "Jack, why didn't you secretly kill that guy just now? She noticed you as soon as you spoke."
"But Mom said we can't kill people..." Jack blinked his innocent big eyes.
Upon hearing this, Gretel stopped talking and angrily turned around and went back to the carriage.
The others quickly followed and returned to the carriage.
This farce has now come to an end.
Chapter 11, Section 232: What's wrong with a child being afraid of thunder?
When the children returned to their room, Yu Xian noticed that the Gretel of the children, Yuxian, looked sullen.
He asked, "Alice, what's wrong? Did someone upset you?"
He wasn't there when the children left, so he didn't know what they were doing.
I thought they had run into someone else who upset them.
Little Jeanne reported to Yuxian, "A thief King of Conquerors's chariot and is even fighting with Sister Gretel on the roof."
Yuxian knew that Hephaestion had encountered Weber and the Waver on the roof of the car.
He asked, "What happened in the end?"
"The thief got away, we can't catch her..."
Gretel gritted her teeth and said, "She's so mean! Not only did she steal things, but she also scared children by making thunder noises. I'll never let her get away with this!"
Yuxian smiled and looked at Gretel, "Is Alice afraid of thunder?"