Soichiro Kuzuki.

Gender: male, occupation: a teacher at Suiqunhara School, teaching courses on world history and sociology, and also serving as an advisor to the student union.

That’s right, it is the student union managed by Kenshin Matou.

The reason why he has this identity is simply because when he was selecting the student union advisor, Jianchen Jiantou thought he liked the other party.

In addition, he is also Miss Rin's homeroom teacher.

This is his public identity.

It can't be said to be mediocre, but there is nothing special about it that can make Kenshin Matou remember it.

The secret identity is quite interesting.

Fuyuki City, a modern city, has some very retro organizations.

The good ones of these organizations still exist today, but the ones that endanger citizens have all disappeared.

Jianchen Jianchen still has the awareness of "mind your own business".

There’s no need for the lovely Miss Altria to take any action.

Over the past ten years or so, Jianchen Jianchen was in a good mood most of the time and lived a happy and fulfilling life.

But as men, there are always those few days every month.

There are twelve months in a year, and there are a few days in each month when we need to vent.

In this way, those organizations that were neither honest nor responsible, and most importantly, those that Kenshin Matou disliked, were cleaned out in a few days every month.

Soichiro Kuzuki is one of the few survivors among these cleaned-out organizations.

The reason why he survived was not because Jianchen Jianchen was kind-hearted.

It was because when the organization was being cleaned up, Soichiro Kuzuki happened to quit.

It was a clever time.

At that time, it seemed more like Jianchen Matou was completing his daily cleaning task than that he was in a bad mood when he went to clean the "sanitary environment" of his home.

So, Soichiro Kuzuki became the survivor.

But the assassination organization he belonged to was not so lucky.

……

……

The drizzle is still falling, and the forest in the rain has a unique smell.

That is the fragrance of plants brought by rain water that seeps into the soil.

After watching Soichirō Kuzuki leave.

Finally, there were no more passers-by in the forest to get in the way.

Jianchen Matou squatted down again and looked at the beautiful face that looked like an elf in mythology that was revealed when he lifted up his cloak.

"Hello, Miss Witch, haven't you thought of the answer yet?"

His fingertips rubbed the witch's ears - Kenshin Matou was very curious about these long, elf-like ears and did not hide his thoughts.

It is soft, and no different from ordinary people's ears except for the shape.

This is the comment made by Jianchen Matou who had been touching it for a while.

"you……"

Under the rain, with blurred vision and exhausted magic power, Medea, who looked more like an ordinary person than a magician, was clearly feeling the state of hypothermia.

"Nothing a good-looking man says can be trusted."

The witch lady was in a daze, as if she would pass out at any second, and said something that had nothing to do with the problem of Kenshin Matou.

"Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Is it my fault that he is handsome?"

The fingers that were touching the ears moved to the red lips that had become a little dull due to physical discomfort.

"Miss Witch, you are very short of mana now, right? Do you need to replenish your mana? It's free."

Having said that, without waiting for an answer, Jianchen Matou slowly lowered his head.

He was less than a centimeter away from the witch's red lips.

The two could clearly feel each other's breathing.

One is warm, powerful and very healthy.

One is cold, weak, and barely able to breathe.

In the end, Kenshin Matou did not force himself on the girl. After all, such an action was a little too stimulating for the pure witch lady.

He is only eighteen years old now and has a long future ahead of him, so he doesn't really want to eat white rice.

Now he enjoys the process of cooking rice more.

Of course, the witch lady's face full of resistance, as if she would rather die, was also an important factor in Kenshin Matou's change of action.

He stepped back, as if comforting a disobedient child.

"Okay, okay." He said, "Since Miss Witch doesn't want to take medicine, then we can only give her an IV."

That being said.

In such an environment, facing the powerless witch lady.

Kenshin Matou couldn't do anything like lifting his cloak and forcefully treating the patient.

After teasing Miss Witch enough, he got down to business.

He placed his left hand on his right wrist and tried to comfort the uneasy witch lady.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. If I did, you wouldn't be able to resist."

"Enjoy this unique delicacy. You are the one who pays for it, Miss Medea."

For the first time, Kenshin Matou called out Medea's name.

When the other person opens his mouth in shock.

He placed his left hand on his right wrist and mercilessly cut a blood vessel with the nail of his thumb.

The warm blood flowed out, which was out of tune with the slightly cool raindrops falling around.

The raindrops fall down drippingly.

Blood was dripping down.

The difference is that the raindrops are feeding the world.

The blood of Kenshin Matou is just feeding the lovely witch lady.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

If you don't react at first, you can explain it by saying that Kenshin Matou doesn't play by the rules.

By the third drop, the excellent magician, Miss Medea, knew clearly what the rude man in front of her was doing.

Normally, faced with such a rude man who lifted her cloak, played with her ears, and stroked her red lips, Miss Medea would be disdainful and would accept his charity.

He is different from others, he can even kill his own master.

What’s more, this is a strange man in front of me.

But life is full of surprises.

Miss Medea was about to refuse and close her lips.

Found something wrong with the blood in my mouth!

that,
magic,

Something is wrong!
My pupils dilated instantly and my brain went blank.

Miss Medea, who had just mocked her Master and thought that modern magicians were just trash, was stunned.

"How can it be."

She thought in confusion.

His body moved subconsciously, and his arms, without listening to his master's command, grabbed the wrist that was feeding his own blood and moved it above his lips.

Her red lips, which had dimmed slightly due to her physical discomfort, were pressed tightly against her bleeding wrist.

That delicate tongue even licked it right after.

Sucking hard and swallowing greedily.

When everything was over, the body was filled with the magic power of Jianchen Matou.

The lovely Miss Medea finally realized what she had done.

"you…"

Her pretty face without the cloak is more charming than any flower in the forest.

"You, this, magic, I..."

The shy Miss Medea was talking without thinking. She wanted to say too much, but she didn't know what she wanted to say. The considerate Jianchen Matou did not embarrass Miss Witch.

He pressed his healthy lips against the slightly dull red lips of the witch.

Rubbing and licking.

Pry open her teeth.

Taste the flavor of your own blood.

"not bad."

For a long time, the lips are divided.

He made an assessment.

The witch lady, who had never experienced such a scene, was stunned.

The drizzle is still falling without stopping for a moment.

The witch lady's body was wet, and Kenshin Matou, who was caressing her, could even squeeze out water from her plain cloak.

He picked up the witch princess who was lying on the ground. He didn't care about the mud on her body, nor did he care that his expensive clothes would become dirty because of his actions.

A little magic trick to dry the wet cloak of the witch in his arms.

Jianchen Jianchen held up an umbrella, held her in one hand, and walked towards Jiantou's house.

When Jianchen Jiantong returned home, there was no one on the roadside, and the light of the street lamps seemed flickering in the rainy night.

Everyone at home was waiting for him.

When he reached the door, he saw his two younger sisters.

Neither of them cared who the woman in their brother's arms was, nor did they ask anything. After seeing their brother, they just nodded and walked with him.

In the living room on the second floor.

Mrs. Irisviel and Miss Altria were sitting together, playing something that Kenshin Matou couldn't understand. It seemed to be a Western divination game.

Kenshin Matou sat down next to Miss Altria, tapping the witch's face, which was covered by her cloak, with his fingers.

He took the hot tea handed to him by Lijielit, blew it gently, and took a sip slowly.

The hot tea that entered the stomach after being swallowed seemed to dispel the cold air brought in from outside.

It made him feel instantly at home.

His fingers naturally came to his lips, rubbing slowly on the upper lip and then the lower lip.

The women in the living room were all looking at him, but he didn't think anything of it.

When he felt that it was almost time, he said slowly: "Miss Witch, can you take a bath alone? Although I am obsessed with your beauty, if your body is full of odor, even I will not be able to eat."

Such words are a blatant humiliation to any lady.

Miss Witch is no exception.

Pretending to be an ostrich, she lifted the cloak that covered her face and stared at the man who was teasing her with her deep blue eyes.

But the witch lady's trick was soon exposed.

Because there were quite a lot of people in the room, their gazes were a little hot.

She quickly stood up and escaped from Jianchen Matou's arms.

She turned away, not daring to meet the gaze of the ladies in the room.

She started to move, walking quickly, and soon reached the door.

After pushing the door open, she was stunned for a moment.

She felt that the man should know what he needed, after all, he had just played a trick on her.

But after waiting for a long time, the man didn't speak.

silence.

After the silence, the witch lady, who could not bear the gaze any longer, surrendered first.

"Where?" she asked quietly.

"what?"

Jianchen Matou asked loudly.

"where!"

Her voice also rose a little.

"Where's what?"

Matou Kenshin's voice also rose a little.

She was a little annoyed, and felt a slight sense of grievance in her heart.

She turned around, faced the shy gaze, looked at the man fiercely, and said the words he expected.

"Where's the bathroom!"

She spoke it clearly, word for word.

Jianchen Matou smiled and stopped teasing the witch in front of him. She had been tired all night and should have a good rest.

He instructed the maid beside him:

"Sera, take Miss Medea to the bathroom. Lijelite, go and prepare a room for Miss Medea. She will be a frequent visitor to the Matou family from now on."

"Okay, Master."

The two maids acted according to the orders of the master of the house.

After they all left.

The ladies who had been watching the show without saying anything finally began to voice out their doubts.

"A regular customer? Isn't she the hostess?"

This is Sakura, the jealous sister who snuggled into her brother's arms after Medea left.

"Brother, who is she? She doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, but a very powerful magician. Is she really the Medea in history?"

This is Illya, who is very sensitive to magic and has a good knowledge of history.

"Sword Minister?"

This is Miss Altria, who is sitting in her seat without moving, but gives people a great sense of oppression.

"It should be that Medea. The swordsman is really amazing. He can even pick up a heroic spirit when he goes out for a walk."

This was to answer his daughter's question, and to tease Mrs. Irisviel, the swordsman of Matou.

Fortunately, Miss Rin insisted on not coming to the Matou family.

Otherwise, there will be another furry cat in the living room.

"She is a mistress, but not as good as Sakura."

"It's the Medea from history."

"Don't worry, Leah. You are all my wings."

"I am such a handsome guy, I should be the protagonist. Isn't it normal for the protagonist to pick up a female character when he goes out?"

Rubbing Sakura's fingers, Kenshin Matou explained one by one.

There were five ladies in the room. Except for Medusa who was silent with a blindfold on, he was already used to the jealousy or teasing behaviors of the other four.

Everyone present, except Medusa, knew what kind of person he was.

"There are seven Servants in the Holy Grail War. Me, Illya, Mrs. Irisviel, my sister, and Medea, whom you picked up, brother. There are already five."

"Do you know who the other two are? Brothers."

Instead of continuing to torture her brother, Sakura cleverly changed the subject for him.

"Um……"

Matou Kenshin said as he thought:

"Rin's side, Gilgamesh should still be an acher, the Medusa summoned by Sakura is a rider, the Hercules summoned by Illya is a berserker, and Miss Medea's job is a caster."

"Mrs. Irisviel, what is the job of the Servant you summoned?"

Matou Kenshin asked curiously, "Only Saber, Lancer, and Assassin are left, but none of these three match the one you summoned, right?"

"..."

Mrs. Irisviel, who was watching the play, was silent for a while.

Somewhat uncertainly, he said:

"Maybe, it's an assassin?"

"Aren't you sure about the Servant's job?" Matou Kenshin frowned.

No matter how you look at it, the Winter Saint doesn't look like an assassin.

Does the Holy Grail War also have a replacement mechanism? (End of this chapter)