Chapter 9 - 9 Making Money (2/2)

Gray looked down and the phantom image of a sword piercing his stomach crossed over with his current vision.

The regret.... the shame.... the dishonor.... everything that Ajax felt in his final moments flowed into Gray in an instant. How he acted when he found out that Odysseus was to claim Achilles armor after he died.... the rage he felt when he found this out..... the famous pose he created when he was contemplating his own suicide.....

It was horrible.

A cool calming sensation flowed out of the Shielder Class Card and my ragged breathing slowly regained its normal pace.

Despite having all of his memories flow into him, the strongest memories, specifically, the ones with intense emotions powering them were the ones that were the most prevalent. It was the same with Achilles in when exposed to Penthesilea and Ajax when he was contemplating his final moments.

Feelings of suicide that never even crossed the mind of Gray in his previous life was a little bit of a shock to the twenty year old. Such intense emotional instability was such a foreign experience to the young man, even with several lifetimes worth of experiences behind him,

He gave a wry smile.

”The Greeks really do have the worst endings. Rider died after being shot with countless arrows and Shielder killed himself. Even Archer was inadvertently killed by his wife....”.

He looked up at the large cargo plane flying over head, sending a warm wind to gust through the forest, completely unknown to the planes occupants of the danger beneath them.

A bubbling dėsɨrė for battle was slowly rising up from with Gray's body. Under the effects of Ajax' Class Card, a sudden need to burst onto the battlefield and terrorize his enemies came forth, which was suppressed by his own dėsɨrė not to kill his opponents.

”I do not kill Shielder. Rider was perfectly fine with not killing his opponents at the docks, why can't you?”.

A strange hot feeling coursed through his body, emanating from the Shielder Class Card.

”I know that you want to fight, all you Greeks are the same. Think about it like this, these are just mortals with absolutely no combat prowess whatsoever. Without their guns their completely useless. They're not worth it”.

The strange hot feeling was doused somewhat by Gray's words, and the battle hungry feeling faded, if only a little bit.

The twenty year old Pseudo-Servant sighed.

Lancer was easy to reason with, and was quite the talker once you got to know her, while Caster was just an extremely cute girl who adored her ”master”.

Rider and Shielder were battle hungry idiots whose best ideas were formed during combat. Saber was unresponsive as was Saver and Alter Ego.

Gunner didn't care while Assassin only wanted to even talk to Gray when Talia was around. Ruler was one of the weirdest people he had ever met and Avenger was even crazier than Berserker in battle. She was an unstoppable Demon King from the Sixth Heaven after all.

Gray stepped out from the cover of the forest and onto the runway. His massive shield caught the eye of the criminals instantly and was immediately yelled out although he completely ignored what they were saying.

His eyes glowed a radiant pink, the same color as a certain seven petaled flower.

”Let's have some fun with this, shall we?”.