Chapter 208 Hercules' Love Story
"what…"

It doesn't sound like a normal person's voice.

Everyone's voice is different. There are common voices and there are special voices. But no matter which one it is, none of them can produce the sound that surrounds the basement of the Matou family now.

That was not a human voice, but the growl of a wild beast.

The smoke cleared, revealing the true appearance inside.

The muscles like ancient Greek sculptures, the abdominal muscles as clearly defined as bricks, and the dark skin color give people a strong sense of oppression.

Scarlet eyes, horrified face, clenched teeth.

He looked exactly like a wild animal in a cage.

However, what bound the Hercules was not a cage, but his master, Illya.

"You've summoned a very powerful Servant, Illya."

Jianchen Matou hugged the somewhat flustered Illya and sighed.

However, the others present were not as calm as he was.

They are both servants, but Medusa, who has a charming body and originally had a naive personality, now stands tall and protects her master behind her.

Even though Hercules had no rationality due to his job as a berserker, he still made Medusa feel like she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will go wrong."

As the Master, Sakura comforted her Servant, her eyes moving across the other's enchanting body, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Brother, what is this?"

Like Sakura, out of trust in her brother, Illya was not overly panicked, but the servant she summoned had a terrifying appearance.

It still makes her feel uneasy.

“He’s a hero.”

Kenshin Matou looked at the servant in front of him, who had a fierce look on his face but behaved unusually well.

Said with emotion:

"This is the hero in ancient Greek mythology, Hercules. He has so many deeds, I will only talk about two that I care about the most."

"Twelve Trials."

"Hercules is a relatively famous story in mythology."

"He skinned the Nemean lion, cut off the head of the giant Hydra, captured the doe alive, captured the Orymanthian boar alive, cleaned the cattle shed, drove away the strange birds that were harming the area, eliminated the bulls that were harming the country, subdued the herds of man-eating horses, harvested belts, bulls, and some golden apples and three-headed dogs. But they were very boring and I can't remember them clearly."

As soon as Kenshin Matou finished speaking, his audience couldn't help but complain.

"I can understand the rest, but... is cleaning the cowshed also considered a test? If so, isn't this Twelve Trials too perfunctory?"

Sakura, who was hugging Medusa, complained, but Kenshin Matou's gaze couldn't help but shift to the delicate body that Sakura was caressing and rising and falling with her breathing.

God can see mercy.

As the richest man in Fuyuki City and number one on the Japanese rich list, he is rich enough to rival a country.

Moreover, he was already eighteen years old, the age at which he could become an adult and get married in this country.

He should enjoy the rights that a normal person should enjoy after reaching adulthood.

But he is still a virgin.

This is simply unbelievable, and no one would believe it if I told them.

After all, with his wealth that rivals that of a country and his appearance so beautiful that he is called a fairy, this should not be the case.

But this is the reality, so after seeing Sakura deliberately "bullying" his servant in front of him, Kenshin Matou felt his blood boiling.

The primitive power that had been suppressed for eighteen years seemed to have returned to Bengbu.

"Yes, yes!"

Illya, who had hidden in the arms of Matou Kenshin due to the Servant's summons, nodded quickly after hearing Sakura's complaints, and then added:
"It's fine if the cattle pen was cleaned in a perfunctory manner, but why did the bull appear twice? Is there no story behind it?"

Fortunately, Hercules was born into the world as a berserker, otherwise he would not know how he would feel when he heard his master's complaints.

"Don't take it too seriously, that's just how Greek mythology works."

Jianchen Jianchen said:

"These twelve trials are still good. At most, the Greeks have no stories, so they just shove a few of them in to make up the numbers."

"Don't be fooled by his thick eyebrows and big eyes. His love history is more complicated than you think."

Jian Tong Jianchen curled his lips and said with envy in his tone:

"Legend has it that Hercules once protected a herd of cattle. Yes, cattle again. This thing really has a presence in Greek mythology."

"Back to business."

"Hercules hunted down a lion to protect the cattle. Yes, it was not a monster, nor was it a hybrid of Zeus. It was just an ordinary lion."

"Our Hercules chased such an ordinary lion for a very long time. It was so long that he chased the lion to another country."

"The king of the local country saw Hercules and was very pleased with his handsomeness and strength. He decided to improve his royal bloodline and immediately ordered his fifty daughters to serve him together."

"Of those fifty daughters, except for one normal one, the rest obeyed the king's command and spent the night with Hercules."

"Nine months later, each of the forty-nine princesses who had spent the night with Hercules gave birth to a big fat son for him, and two of them were twins."

“This is Greek mythology!”

"That's the charm of Hercules!"

"This is the king's cunning. Without bloodshed, he made his forty-nine daughters mate with Hercules."

"In a dozen years, he will have more than fifty grandchildren with the blood of Hercules. By then, the surrounding countries..."

"I can only say that anyone who can become a king has a dirty heart."

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Jianchen Matou sighed, but the people around him were silent.

On the one hand, he was speechless with envy at the tone of Kenshin Matou.

On the one hand, I really didn't expect that this heroic spirit in front of me with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually had such a love history.

The cute little Illya was a little disgusted with Hercules who couldn't speak.

"Is this guy so casual?"

His tone was full of disdain.

If Hercules did not appear as a Berserker, then it can be expected that the person he wanted to fight would definitely not be the lovely Illya.

But it was Kenshin Matou who had been exposing his past.

However, what Jianchen Jianchen bullied was that he couldn't speak.

otherwise.

Otherwise he wasn't really afraid of Hercules.

Not to mention that he is a mere Hercules, even if the stud king of gods Zeus came, what could he do?

"Open-minded" people speak so firmly!
Finish explaining the interesting story of Hercules.

Jianchen Matou patted Illya's little head, looked at Hercules who could not fit in the basement, and asked a very crucial question.

"How is this guy going to get out?"

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Mrs. Irisviel was silent.

Sakura was silent.

The lovely Illya, the Master of Hercules, also fell silent.

This question hit the nail on the head.

The basement of the Matou family was definitely not small, and compared to the pigeon towers in big cities, it was even too spacious. But everything needs to be compared, and there needs to be a reference.

The eighteen-year-old, 1.86-meter-tall Jianchen Matou did not feel the slightest bit of oppression in the basement, and he did not need to lower his head in front of the two-meter-high door when entering or exiting.

However, Hercules summoned by Illya was not as comfortable as Kenshin Matou.

The huge body has remained in a squatting position since being summoned.

Although he didn't say anything and didn't complain, he probably didn't feel very comfortable.

How to get this big guy out now has become an imminent problem.

Although they had no feelings for Hercules, neither Kenshin Matou nor the women present felt that it was inappropriate to keep him "tied up" in the basement like a guard dog.

"Then... maybe... the basement should be renovated as well?"

As the Master who summoned Hercules, Illya, who was leaning against the arms of Kenshin Matou, whispered a suggestion, but she did not expect her brother to agree with her suggestion.

"Need not."

Having thought of a solution, Jianchen Matou shook his head.

"Let's go out first. I have thought of a way to deal with Hercules."

He called out, and everyone followed him out of the basement.

It was clearly a summons from three Masters, but in the end, only one Servant walked out of the basement.

Return to the ground.

Kenshin Matou squatted down and looked directly at Illya. After making her blush and feel at a loss, he took her left hand.

"Repeat after me, Illya."

"Declare the Command Seal, follow the rules of the Holy Grail, and summon my Servant. Appear before me, Hercules!"

Illya, who knew the rules of the Holy Grail War, looked at her brother, whom she could look directly at because he was squatting in front of her.

Without hesitation, and without being stingy because there were only three Command Seals, he repeated them after his brother.

A red light flashed on the back of his left hand.

Then, a huge noise was heard in the empty courtyard.

Hercules, who had been staying in the basement in silence before, responded to the Master's call and, with the power of the Command Spell, successfully walked out of the basement without destroying the basement structure.

“This is really…”

Mrs. Irisviel held her forehead with her hand, her expression very complicated.

She could no longer take the Holy Grail War seriously.

Perhaps, future Holy Grail Wars will be like this, without any danger and without casualties, and will become a large-scale magical event of the Matou family.

"Let's have dinner in the courtyard tonight."

Although the dining room of the Matou family could accommodate the huge body of Hercules, it was impossible to find a suitable seat.

Because Hercules listened to Illya very much and was willing to die for her, Kenshin Matou respected him very much and didn't want him to lose his dignity as a guest.

No one objected to this suggestion.

That's it.

Kenshin Matou returned to his room and first called his step-uncle, Matou Kariya, who now worked part-time as a secretary to Tosaka Tokitoki.

“Kareya~”

Familiar, as if it were the voice calling some small animal.

Matou Kariya was already accustomed to this way of greeting.

"What is it, Swordsman?"

"Well... you know, the Fifth Holy Grail War has begun, so... there are a lot of guests at home. Please ask Tousaka Tokitoki to decline today's work."

"Tonight, the Matou family will hold a bonfire party in the courtyard. You and Shichen will prepare the ingredients."

"Okay, I know."

Matou Kariya replied.

After more than ten years of baptism, Matou Kariya, who has been swimming in the ocean of business with Tousaka Tokitoki, has not changed his nature of being a bootlicker, but has made great changes in the way he behaves.

If you dress up a little, you can still be popular in the blind date market.

only……

Matou Kariya is deeply in love, and his love will last until death, and no one can persuade him otherwise.

Mrs. Toosaka Aoi could have gone to persuade them, but was stopped by Matou Kenshin. Although he looked down on Matou Kariya's servility, this cheap uncle had devoted more than ten years to the Matou family after all, and he couldn't bear to let him be broken like this.

Whether it was Kenshin Matou who tried to persuade her, Tousaka Tokishin who tried to persuade her, or even Mrs. Tousaka Aoi's daughter, Miss Rin, and Sakura who tried to persuade her, it was useless.

The only thing is if Mrs. Toosaka Aoi goes to persuade him personally.

Kenshin Matou was a little worried that his cheap uncle wouldn't be able to bear it.

This is not what he wants to see.

The current Matou family, although they have two lovely maids, Sera and Lijelite, they also have Matou Kenshin's masterpiece of magic: the clockwork elf Aureliana.

But, these are all family.

It’s not that I don’t consider Matou Kariya as a family member, nor that I don’t consider Matou Kariya as a human being, but…

If Matou Kariya were gone, although cute maids or obedient puppets could do the tasks like cooking and cleaning, Matou Kenshin would feel bad.

It would be more appropriate for Matou Kariya to do these dirty and tiring work.

After talking to Matou Kariya, Matou Kenshin called his childhood sweetheart.

"Hey, good afternoon, Rin. Have you made up your mind?"

"It's okay, I'm hanging up."

"No, I have something to say." Knowing that Miss Lin would really hang up the phone, Jianchen Jianchen talked about business, "The Jiantong family will hold a bonfire party tonight, you must be there, otherwise I will complain to Shichen."

"Will Dad go too?"

"Of course, Mrs. Tousaka Aoi will come too. This is a gathering of the three great families in Fuyuki City."

"Okay, I know."

Miss Rin tried her best to make her tone sound calm. Only after Jianchen Matou hung up the phone did she couldn't help but jump up, leap, and cheer!

"Hey!"

She looked at the Servant who was sitting on the sofa, leisurely drinking red wine:
"You're strong, right?"

"Stupid question."

Miss Rin gritted her teeth slightly at the Servant's lack of cooperation, but thinking of the opponent's strength, she endured it.

However, sarcasm is indispensable.

"Stop being so cocky. Didn't you get defeated in one blow in the last Holy Grail War? I'm giving you a chance for revenge. If you can't bring me victory, you might as well commit suicide now, Gilgamesh."

Click!

The wine glass that Tousaka Tokitoki had carefully maintained was crushed by Gilgamesh without any surprise.

His scarlet eyes narrowed, filled with murderous intent.

Gilgamesh has never forgotten the names of these two bastards, Jianshen Jian, and Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang.

He was very excited now, so excited that he wanted to kill someone.

He turned to look at the Master who summoned him this time. Compared to the last Master, Toosaka Tokitoki, he liked this guy, who also had the last name Toosaka, much better.

"If you don't want to be controlled by the Command Spell again, you'd better clean up the wine on the ground now, immediately, right now, Gilgamesh!"

Without answering the Master's words, Gilgamesh waved his hand, and the broken wine glass and the wine flowing on the floor disappeared completely in an instant.

A faint halo of light appeared in the space above Gilgamesh, and a bottle of fine wine and a wine glass poured out from it.

He slowly poured himself a glass of wine, thinking about the last Holy Grail War, the eight-year-old child, and the old man whom he could do nothing about.

“Haha, that’s really interesting.”

Gilgamesh became interested in tonight's party.

(End of this chapter)