So You're Afraid of Being Lonely, Too

The fact that Jack still hasn't memorized those few words of incantation after all this time can only mean that she didn't take them to heart at all.

Illya took a small piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Jack.

"This is the spell I copied down, Jack, just read it aloud."

Pfft!

A short laugh rang out from the crowd, particularly noticeable in the warehouse late at night.

The children turned around and glared angrily at the person who had made the sound.

"Hans Christian Andersen! You better write a proper book!"

"Do you still want to eat?"

The Gretel loudly rebuked Hans Christian Andersen, forbidding anyone from mocking Jack.

Especially with Hans Christian Andersen, now that she is Hans Christian Andersen's Master, when else should she show off her Master's power if not now?

Hans Christian Andersen immediately looked away, pretending to be engrossed in his book. He decided not to stoop to the level of these children.

Jack felt a little embarrassed by Hans Christian Andersen's smile.

She immediately hid herself and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Presence Concealment.

"Jack, what are you doing? Hurry up."

Gretel glared fiercely at Hans Christian Andersen once again, "It's all your fault!"

Hans Christian Andersen shrugged helplessly; he had simply couldn't help himself and wasn't really mocking Jack.

He wouldn't stoop so low as to mock a child.

He just found it very interesting that these children were summoning Heroic Spirit as if they were playing house.

"Oh."

Jack responded softly, still not revealing herself, probably because she herself felt it was a bit embarrassing to summon a Heroic Spirit while holding a cheat sheet.

Concealing himself, Jack slowly began to chant the incantation.

Although they couldn't see her, everyone could still hear her voice and knew that she had begun to summon, so they were relieved.

Little Jack stumbled through the incantation, and the children were genuinely worried that she might fail to summon the spell.

Fortunately, the summoning circle finally lit up, and Jack's summoning was ultimately successful.

"No need to be afraid, contractor..."

The newcomer's voice, deep and weathered, rang out, but he stopped himself before he could finish speaking.

"Huh? You actually have this level of Presence Concealment. Even without relying on Command Spells, it's very difficult for me to detect your aura. It seems you are an Assassin."

"However, you have gone astray. The Presence Concealment is just a remnant of an assassin's skill."

"A qualified assassin must make sure that the opponent he is about to kill is aware of his presence."

"This is what is called the assassin's mercy."

"As for covert operations... as long as everyone who sees you is killed, it will be a successful assassination."

"Grandfather!"

Jack didn't care about any assassin's mercy; she no longer needed to kill.

Upon seeing the summoned Servant, Jack pounced over, jumped onto the old man's shoulder, and reached out to touch the skull mask on his face.

She even playfully tapped the skull mask, making a tapping sound.

The old man didn't stop Jack at first, but when Jack went too far and tried to take off his skull mask, he reached out and held Jack's small hand.

The old man explained, "I cannot show my face to others."

Hearing him say that, Jack didn't insist, and she laughed happily.

The Old Man of the Mountain, the First Hassan, also known as King Hassan.

He was one of the few people who could make Jack so happy.

As fellow Assassins, King Hassan and Jack are like grandfather and granddaughter.

"A little girl assassin with an innocent smile, you're not bad compared to those fools."

King Hassan nodded in approval of Jack.

Grandpa, let's play hide-and-seek!

Jack completely forgot that they had come out secretly without Yuxian's knowledge, and also forgot that they were performing Heroic Spirit Summoning ritual.

She has always loved the game of hide-and-seek.

It's just that it's hard for others to find her; she always has to deliberately leave some trace in order to be found, which she finds very boring.

But King Hassan was different. He could faintly detect a trace of Jack's presence. Although it was very difficult, King Hassan was always able to find Jack by relying on his experience.

"Jack, now is not the time to play around. We need to finish quickly, or it won't be good if the Master finds out."

Seeing that Jack was getting carried away, Little Jeanne quickly reminded him.

They've already wasted a lot of time, and if they drag this out Yuxian will definitely find out that they've slipped away.

"Oh."

"Grandpa, let's play hide-and-seek again next time!"

Jack responded, quickly jumped off King Hassan's shoulder, and returned to the children's group.

King Hassan slowly walked up behind Jack and stood there. His tall figure cast a shadow in the moonlight, enveloping Jack completely.

"Abby, you're the only one left. Have you memorized the spell?"

Abigail nodded gently; she was a good girl, and of course she had already memorized the spell perfectly.

That kind of summons to the cheat sheet is something probably only Jack could pull off.

"Then let's hurry, we've already wasted too much time."

Abby walked to the center of the summoning circle.

She enjoys being with her friends, and she tries to like things that everyone else enjoys.

She is happy now and will never cry alone in bed again.

"Now Abby has many good Abby, and I will never feel lonely again," Abby thought to herself.

Her skillful incantations flowed smoothly and quickly, coming out of her mouth without any thought.

Even if I get distracted and think about other things, it doesn't affect me at all.

Like Jack, she didn't use any relics, so it didn't matter to Abby who she summoned.

The summoning time was very short this time. Abby didn't even see the Servant in the summoning circle before turning back to her friends.

She smiled and said, "I'm done."

Abby doesn't need to know who she summoned; it doesn't matter who it is.

A book on Python

The Overly Normal Hall of Heroes

Avalon Sword Saint? A hero made? What's that? Shouldn't mages just stay behind warriors and cast buffs?

Merlin, hiding behind a large rock with only his head showing, shouted at Artoria.

When Gilgamesh is no longer a nouveau riche but a tanky berserker; when the First Emperor is no longer a blue, fluttering moth but a melancholic middle-aged man; when Astolfo no longer loses his sanity but becomes a handsome, dashing figure; when Merlin is no longer a white-haired swordsman but a fragile mage...

You bunch of Heroic Spirit are way too normal!

This is the story of an entire male dormitory who transform into Heroic Spirit to save the world.

Chapter 37, Section 258: So you're afraid of loneliness too.

Abigail did not look at the summoned Servant.

At this moment, a man engulfed in black flames stood in the center of the summoning circle.

He was wearing a dark green suit with an exceptionally long red tie around his neck.

His round-brimmed top hat covered his white hair, with only the tips of his hair playfully peeking out.

Despite being a well-dressed gentleman, he exuded an ominous aura.

This aura instantly made everyone present feel a tightness in their chest.

Such powerful resentment! Hatred and revenge assailed everyone as if they were tangible.

King Hassan subtly moved forward half a step, getting even closer to Jack.

Hans Christian Andersen involuntarily put down his fairy tale book and frowned.

Heracles growled at him, his bulging muscles tensing, ready for battle at any moment.

Even Arash stopped smiling and looked at the other person seriously.

Jeanne d'Arc reacted most vehemently.

She held the flag horizontally forward, her pure aura contrasting sharply with the ominous presence, protecting everyone.

"It was you who summoned me! You summoned the embodiment of vengeance! Yes, I am the Black Grudge. Class: Avenger!"

The visitor was none other than Edmond Dantès, the Count of Edmond Dantès, the King of the Cavern.

The hatred and vengeful resentment emanating from him transformed into black flames, burning fiercely.

"Ah! It's the Earl!"

The children looked at each other in disbelief; they never expected Abby to summon the Earl.

While in Chaldea, they had little interaction with the Earl.

Abby has absolutely no connection to the Earl, making this outcome truly perplexing.

Abby blinked, looked intently at the Earl, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you lonely?"

"I hate the world, I hate everything!"

The Earl's arrogant voice rang out, but Abby seemed to see through him and nodded to herself.

"So you're someone who's afraid of being alone too."

"Don't worry, everyone is fine. You won't be lonely when you're with everyone."

Abigail, speaking with the air of someone who's been through it all, comforted the Earl.

The Earl remained silent.

He reached up and pressed down on his top hat, pulling the brim down to cover his face.

He didn't answer Abby's question or pay any attention to it, and walked straight out of the warehouse.

The Earl found a corner where there was no moonlight and leaned gently against the wall.

He himself didn't know why he responded to the little girl's call.

Abigail was clearly not interested in revenge; she had no intention of seeking it out. Yet, he still heard her call.

What was that sound? Why could I hear her voice and respond to her call?

The Earl did not know.

The children ignored the Earl; they knew Earl was just that kind of person—a reclusive, unsociable man who rarely interacted with others.

"We're going back to sleep. You can stay here. We'll come see you again tomorrow."