Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 33

Mozart sighed intermittently, catching his breath from Assassin's attacks, and then jerked away once again, almost losing his arm from one sweeping blow.

'I really will lose this way' - the musician scowled unhappily. Of course, he did not think he would receive a great power by becoming a Servant, but still - he was weak. His opponent was strong - very, very strong - and while Mozart was useful in many situations, the magic of Orpheus gave him incredible flexibility in terms of tactics. But still in direct combat, he was weak.

"It seems that I have no other choice" - Mozart glanced to the side where the rest of the battle was. Somewhere in the distance, sparks from the battle of two dragon-killers and Sanson were visible, the shadow of Chevalier was visible, evading attacks. Archer's arrow pierced the building next to him, burying a wyvern that decided to fly from below and attack the entrenched Cu Chulainn under the rubble - after which the vague shadow of Serenity slipped nearby, pursuing Caster. After that, Mozart's gaze settled on Bathory, who was fighting nearby - and Bathory, who was also defending herself. The magician sighed - 'Apparently, I have to use this opportunity... I still do not like complex plans though.'

After that, the musician jerked to the side.

"Not bad," Phantom of the Opera praised sparingly toward Mozart at the moment when his steel- clawed paw passed literally a millimeter from the neck of the mage who managed to use his spell.

Mozart did not answer this verbally, instead preferring a simpler and more effective method. Several magic shells appeared at the moment when his music touched the strings of reality - after which they immediately rushed forward. Fortunately or not, but the Phantom was able to escape the path of attack, and then rushed forward.

"Tell me, musician," the Phantom's claws cut open the shield, cast in a hurry, and then pierced Amadeus's flesh, that made a grimace of pain, "How does it feel to lose your beloved?"

"It hurts," the caster answered calmly, "But it is not as painful as being rejected."

The Phantom could not endure this remark. A moment later, he rushed forward, exposing his claws, the most impressive weapon that he had - it seemed that even his face had changed at the moment when it came to his damned love for Christine - however, Mozart hoped for such a development of events.

"It's too easy to piss you off," Amadeus replied calmly, after which the spell, prepared before that, made the Phantom freeze in a half-step. At the same time, realizing that he had just let his anger take over him, his visage instantly changed - after which his grin turned into a calm, cold face, as if there was never anger in his soul.

"Now - let me do what you didn't succeed in doing," Amadeus smiled, after which the Phantom felt something touching his mind. Quiet and beautiful singing suddenly made the Phantom stop - after which, when the strong but brief curse subsided, remain in place.

"Good," bringing the verse to the end, Mozart sighed, and then took a step forward, "But not enough."

The ghost, on the other hand, felt how a slow, quiet singing penetrated his mind, seemingly through every cell of his body - as if he had not heard the music, but felt it with his soul. Slowly, Caster approached him - and Assassin felt the tone gradually build up, penetrating his mind more and more.

Assassin knew what the meaning of Mozart's song was. He himself used it more than once.

"I didn't know that you also resorted to manipulating the mind," the Assassin grinned, feeling how the will to resist were leaving him.

"Oh, believe me," it seemed as if Mozart was speaking, but in fact his words were intertwined in his singing so organically that Assassin literally heard them inside his mind, "I'm not new to dirty tricks."