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In Miu Qiuchun's room.
"Just now...there seemed to be someone outside...no, it seemed like something had come."
Jester Caltore, who had transformed into a young boy, muttered to himself as if speaking to the girl lying in front of him.
"But then again, I originally just wanted to find out the source of the disease curse that erodes people, but I didn't expect that Aster would turn out to be such a dying little girl."
I don’t know how he slipped into this ward. The young man, who concealed his appearance and power as a vampire, looked at the command spell in Minqiu Chun’s hand and said to himself:
"Hmm... not yet. There's still a little bit left... until the Servant's curse attached to this child becomes mature..."
While Jester spoke words full of ominous atmosphere, he revealed an intoxicating smile and muttered:
"Ah, what would my favorite Assassin sister do if she knew about this child? If she knew that just because this child was alive, innocent city residents might die...haha!"
"As long as I make good use of this child... maybe I can even see Assassin-san cry!"
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Snowfield, Central Church.
"Really, what a shame. You actually let that evil heretic escape."
A room in the living area of the central church.
Hansa Serbandis, the "Holy Grail War Overseer" who had borrowed one of the living spaces of the priests and nuns, reached for the habanero pepper and the soul pepper - two super spicy peppers - on the wine glass. Chili, after praying thanks to the Lord, I started eating.
The "Quartet" who are his subordinates are still tracking the vampire's whereabouts.
Hansa was preparing to attack at any time once he found the target. While serving as a supervisor, he waited for the visit of the Aster seeking explanation - but until now, on the night of the first day of the war, he had received neither a report of the discovery of the target nor any sign of an Aster coming to visit.
Of course, as far as the latter is concerned, since this time it was originally a "Holy Grail War to exclude the Holy Church", there may not be anyone who will show up here honestly until the end.
Although it was expected that there would be retreaters seeking protection, but now either no one has retreated, or even the Aster has been killed...
If a large group of police officers came to seek protection, how could they make fun of the director?
Just as he was thinking about such a joke and shrugging his shoulders, the commentary program on TV began to broadcast video materials with the theme of "the increasing number of missing persons in the country."
"...In recent years, the number of people missing for more than a year has been gradually increasing, and this year's curve also shows a slowly rising slope shape..."
Has it been added again?
How many of them were killed by aliens led by vampires...
Hansa still reached for another chili without expression, and then bit it into pieces with his molars that contained various sanctified props.
He didn't know.
As for the increasing number of missing persons in recent years, it actually has nothing to do with existences such as vampires.
Moreover, it is not a case of running away from home or fleeing to another country.
It was the result of a magician filled with pure malice.
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Underground workshops in industrial areas.
A mountain of magic crystals piled in the corner of the room.
Alcides, who felt the high-density magic power poured into each of the crystals, still said expressionlessly:
"...If it's that heavy, it shouldn't be a problem even if I continue to fight with all my strength for half a day."
"Is it half a day?"
"Are you not satisfied? Of course, if the opponent is the golden king, half a day may not be enough to decide the outcome..."
"No, that's enough."
While Bastirod said this, he spread out another map on the table.
After unlocking the concealment spell through several stages, several spots of red light immediately appeared on the map that was originally just a map of the city's factory area.
"If that amount can last for half a day..."
The positions marked by red light spots are industrial heavy oil tanks and water storage tanks, as well as gas tanks shaped like huge cylinders with hemispherical tops and other facilities.
"Totaling all the preparations this time, it should be enough for you to continue fighting with all your strength for several months."
After hearing his words, Alcides finally understood.
There are a large number of industrial storage tanks recorded on the map, and their functions on the surface are all disguises - inside they are probably the same storage vaults for magic crystals as here.
"...To be able to generate such a large amount of crystals...how many people have you turned into sacrifices for this mechanism so far?"
Of course he understood that it must have been achieved at the expense of countless people, and this sentence was just pure irony.
However, Bastirod replied without even moving his brows:
"Nothing, just a mere 24,976 people."
"…………"
"Is this a surprising number? It is only half of the number of people killed by the anesthetic monopoly in South America in the past few years?"
"That's not what I meant. I just thought it was a bit surprising that you remembered this number of people so clearly in your mind."
"Do you think I am so irresponsible for human life?"
This is a line of black humor that can be understood as either heartfelt or malicious. Even Alcides couldn't see the sincerity in the eyes of the killing machine-like Aster. .Ь.
"You've obviously turned so many people into sacrifices, but I'm sorry you were able to hide yourself completely."
"Of course, it's impossible for me to kidnap dozens of people from abroad every day on my own. This is all possible thanks to the connections of my master, Garbaroso Scladio."
Bastyrode let out a breath and spoke in a calm tone.
"The larger the Scladio family becomes, the more enemies there will be. Anyway, if you want to eliminate enemies, it's better to use their existence as effectively as possible."
Having said this, Bastirod narrowed his eyes slightly and said something that could be understood as a self-admonishment.
"But... today's thirty-six people were killed by me first, so I couldn't squeeze out their residue."
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Kurtzman Special Correction Center, in Faldius's workshop.
In the room surrounded by dolls, Faldius thought.
"Bastilode is too dangerous.
No, that's not right. To be precise, it should be the Scladio family.
If Bastirod wins this time, Scladio's momentum will no longer be able to withstand it.
If the combination of 'mud and' crystals spreads to other magicians in the Scladio family, they will gain even more power than they currently have. Although that would also have a restraining effect on the Clock Tower and the Holy Church...but by then, even the government may no longer be able to control them. "
With all kinds of suspense in mind, Faldius made up his mind.
"In this Holy Grail War, let Bastyrod disappear.
However, this alone is not enough.
There is no one here. I want to talk to you directly. Is that okay? Assassin.
"
The moment he said this, all the lights in the room immediately went out, and darkness instantly dominated the surroundings.
This was qualitatively different from the usual darkness. Feeling the pressure of the surrounding shadows moving like living creatures, Faldius' back trembled involuntarily.
Before he could use the magic of dark vision, a voice came from behind.
"... Just tell me about the disaster that is tormenting you."
To Assassin who spoke in a roundabout way, Faldius clasped his sweaty palms and said:
"Although this will temporarily allow you to leave this city...but there is one person I want you to kill by pretending to die in an accident or natural death. That is to have multiple magicians around you at all times to protect you. Our usual method is a man who cannot be assassinated. His name is..."
Just when he was about to say his opponent's name, the pressure of "darkness" suddenly increased by another level.
"Once you take this step, you can never look back."
"…………"
"Do you have enough faith now to cut off a person's lifeline?"
As if making final confirmation, the Servant asked Aster.
"...You must know that when your beliefs become false, the curse will return to you and eat up everything in you. If you have this awareness, just say the name of the disaster... .”
Magic circuits, seals, command spells - not only these elements of magic, but even my own heart and blood vessels seemed to be frozen at the same time. While feeling this illusion, Faldius still said the person's name.
"Garbaroso Scladio"
"…………"
"I didn't expect that the person you wanted to kill in the first place was neither a heroic spirit nor a magician. It was an ordinary human being who could easily be killed without the protection of magic."
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At the same time, the clock tower.
In a certain office room in the Clock Tower, the monarch, El-Melloi II, was alone and in distress.
Originally, he had thought that he had to rush to Snowfield and at least bring one disciple back here - but due to unexpected obstacles, he had to stay here.
The "invitation" handed to him directly from the outskirts of the Legal Affairs Department said, "In view of the past loss of Kenneth Elmello Archibald, an important person in the Clock Tower, the monarch is going to the designated "Movements in Snowfield, which is a special danger zone, will not be allowed." The so-called invitation is nothing more than a clear order in name only.
Although he encountered such obstruction when preparing various rituals, he had expected such a situation to some extent, so the second generation did not burst into anger.
"However, the response from the Legal Affairs Department was too fast."
Probably because they were worried that he would act without permission despite the invitation's order, the Legal Affairs Department had tried to prevent El-Melloi II from going there through various connections.
Although he has confirmed that there are several people outside monitoring him, he is not strong enough to forcefully break through the blockade.
"As a worst-case scenario, shouldn't we also consider the possibility that the people behind Snowfield and the Legal Affairs Department of the Clock Tower collude with each other...
No, if that's the case, the Legal Affairs Department should encourage me to go to the current location.
In order to achieve their fundamental purpose, which is the analysis of the Holy Grail War. "
While repeating these questions and answers, there was a knock on the door.
As soon as the door opened, the puppet master Langar was walking in with the disciples he met yesterday.
"Excuse me, is your body okay? My Lord."
"Ah, I was so rude in front of you two at that time. I'm really sorry. However, you two seemed to be in a hurry. Do you have any new information?"
「
Yes, actually...this is something that this disciple of mine discovered...It has now begun to spread among his young people in the poem, and I am afraid it will spread even more widely tomorrow. But I think I have to report to you first. "
"?"
Facing El-Melloi II with a puzzled expression, the young man as a disciple handed over the laptop tremblingly.
When I opened the screen, I saw that what was shown above was the homepage of a video sharing website that had been acquired by the operating company of a large search website a few years ago. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is the world's most famous video sharing website.
"Hmm, in order to confirm whether there is any relevant information about yesterday's incident, I and my friends conducted various searches on the local intelligence websites. Then, there was a man named ' The rock band snosoke, they uploaded videos to this website."
"?"
"Could it be the person who took the video of the police arrest from another point of view?"
El-Melloi II frowned at the scene, and the next moment, he exclaimed from the depths of his throat.
"What……!?"
What appeared on the screen was the figure of the heroic spirit who was supposed to be arrested, playing the guitar deftly and improvising with the band members.
"Ying, Yingling... actually posted a video..."
"However, the person who uploaded the video is from this band, so it's not the heroic spirit who posted it himself..."
"Let's not talk about this, what is this heroic spirit doing? What is the intention of doing such a behavior..."
While thinking "This heroic spirit plays the guitar pretty well," El-Melloi II also analyzed the heroic spirit's actions in his own way.
However, his analysis was interrupted when Langar's disciple pointed at the picture.
"Ah! Look! It's right here, right here! In the corner of the screen!"
"Well……?"
El-Melloi II looked around the corner he pointed at and saw a girl with dyed blond hair and glasses.
Then, El-Melloi II further frowned and muttered:
"...Sandiao?"
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in the forest.
While the forest was moving, Ayaka spoke to Saber:
"I said so."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"...just now, I'm sorry."
"Eh? Is there anything you need to apologize to me for?"
Facing Saber who was puzzled from the bottom of her heart, Ayaka lowered her gaze and said:
"...I hit you loudly, scolded you, and pulled your hair...I forced my willfulness on you."
"Ayaka, you really like to care about these little things. But if you think this will make you feel better, I will accept your apology. Then I also want to apologize to you. I didn't consider your feelings at all just now, and I acted without permission. An alliance invitation is made in your name."
Facing the "King" who apologized to her frankly, Ayaka opened her eyes and replied:
"That's really not something you should apologize for."
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clock tower.
"Oh, is that really the case?"
"?"
After hearing what Langar said, El-Melloi II turned his attention to him. The puppeteer, who had turned into a scarecrow, nodded stiffly and replied:
"Actually, as I said yesterday, the people who entered the association said they saw your disciples somewhere..."
"...?"
The conversation was discordant again.
El-Melloi II asked Langar:
"Isn't the disciple you said you saw...not Flatt?"
"Ah, Flat Eska
We only found out about Deers later. Although he is a genius, of course you, the monarch, will not send a person like him to the scene as an advance team, right? What we are actually talking about is the sand strips on the video..."
"No...please wait a moment."
"Sajo Ayaka."
Indeed, El-Melloi II knew the magician by that name.
Several years ago—that is, before the Fifth Holy Grail War occurred in Fuyuki—she, who was still a childish student at the time, once attended her classroom for a month.
To an ordinary lecturer, this is just an indifferent relationship that soon even the other person's appearance is forgotten. However, due to El-Melloi II's serious character and the several suggestions he once gave her about black magic, , and she was also involved when Flatt got into trouble for interpreting the Voynich manuscript, and there was also the matter of her sister, so they would still contact each other from time to time——
"Sorry, I have some things that need to be considered in detail. Can you please come back next time? Thank you very much for your information."
El-Melloi II thanked the two people who looked at each other in disbelief, and immediately took out his mobile phone after they both exited the room.
Then, with skillful movements, he typed out the email with the content "Please call me immediately after seeing it. I have something urgent to ask you." and immediately pressed the send button.
The name of the recipient is——"Sajo Ayaka".
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Somewhere in Snowfield.
"Well, what's wrong? Who is this incredible sound?"
Saber and Ayaka were on their way to the "next destination".
Hearing the email notification sound that suddenly occurred to her, Saber couldn't help but look around.
"It's my mobile phone. I seem to have received an email."
Ayaka opened her phone and couldn't help but squinted her eyes after seeing the notification content.
"Oh, that's modern writing. If it's a love letter, I'll turn away immediately. Just read it."
"It's nothing like that."
The notification displayed on the screen of her mobile phone only had the name "Filia" written in Japanese.
Philia.
That is the real name of the "White Woman" who involved herself in this Holy Grail War.
At first, she thought she was going to ask her some difficult questions, but when she saw what was written in the text, Ayaka felt baffled.
"...?"
Because what was written in the main text was completely different from her who had always faced him with the same attitude since they met in the "castle". It was like a sentence written in another person's tone - " Ah, you've worked really hard too! Now you're free, you can do whatever you like, okay?"
"Now that things have happened...why is she still talking about this? What is going on?" Ayaka was confused about the content of the text message.
"What's wrong?" Saber asked in confusion when she saw her frowning.
"Nothing. Ah, also, there is something I forgot to mention." Anyway, let's leave it until later and think about it slowly. Ayaka put aside the question of text messages for the time being, put away the phone and said, "Well... I don't I will say that what you did was nosy. Anyway, no matter what I say, you will definitely act without permission."
After saying this as if to show that she was giving up resistance, Ayaka continued as if she was speaking to herself: "But... at the very least, if you are going to do something dangerous, you'd better tell me in advance. Even if you stop it, I'm afraid It’s unnecessary, but I still want to stop it... because if you die without permission without being able to say thank you, I will be very troubled.”
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clock tower.
"Thank you very much. I will contact you again when I have new information."
After speaking, El-Melloi II hung up the phone and frowned even deeper.
"...What exactly is going on?"
He reconfirmed what he had just typed as an email reply.
History of incoming calls.
Calling from Romania via international call—Sajo Ayaka’s phone number.
El-Melloi II also heard about the fact that she went to Romania for some reasons.
"The person who was talking to me on the phone just now was undoubtedly Sajo Ayaka herself who is in Romania."
El-Melloi II rubbed his temples with his fingers while recalling the woman he saw in the video who was exactly the same as Ayaka except for her blond hair, and made a groan-like sound.
"In that case, who is that woman who appeared in Snowfield...where is she from?"
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in the dark.
Let’s rewind time for a moment to the moment after Saber was arrested and delivered a speech in front of television cameras.
"Ah, this is so interesting!"
After repeating the process of laughing several times as she recalled the moment when the heroic spirit was arrested, Francesca rolled her body to the center of the bed while wiping the tears that came from laughing so hard.
Then, she first assumed a sitting posture on the spot, then relaxed her legs, raised one hand and said:
"Then, as a member of the mastermind behind the scenes, it's time for me to work hard!"
She snapped her fingers, and the candles around her were immediately lit, illuminating the entire room with a hazy light.
What appeared in front of the luxurious bed was the exact same magic circle used by other aster to summon heroic spirits.
However, there is only one thing that is different from the official magic circle——
That's where the altar should have been, but now there was this luxurious bed with a canopy.
Then, she sang rhythmically while tossing a ball with the cookie she had held in her hand for some time.
"Give me a piece of silver and iron~!
Cook it up gulu gulu~big pantou~!
Atte-sama’s wonderful recipe~! "
That is completely different from the chant of summoning heroic spirits.
It was as if the Holy Grail War itself was being treated as a fool, and those who heard it either became furious with anger, or laughed at the content and said "How could it be summoned?"
"Close it~ close it, close it, close it~!
Close, close, open, open~!
Close the closed wound~It hurts~! "
Ironically, the rhythmic but rather casual chant that came out of her mouth was similar to the one used by a murderer to summon her "friend" in the past "real" Holy Grail War. Very similar.
There is still room for a Servant, and the current Holy Grail does not require the heroic spirit to be forcibly manifested. Consider the general situation. It is indeed impossible to summon heroic spirits with such a spell——
However, it was obviously only in the middle of chanting the mantra, but the magic circle had already lit up early.
"My~ body~ is right underneath your~ and my~ heart... Haha! Ahaha! I will omit the following when the time is up... Hey!"
He neither possesses a strong will like the Wolf, nor does he have the ability to connect magic through genius-like magical intervention like Frat Escardus.
Even so, the summons was established.
There is only one reason.
The affinity of the "catalyst" that summons the hero is extremely high.
As for the catalyst she used——
It is "Francesca's existence itself" sitting on the bed used as an altar.
In other words, she is using herself as a catalyst to summon herself.
After the light of the magic circle subsided - a young man was seen standing there.
She is probably about the same age as Francesca. Her lustrous hair is trimmed very neatly, and although she has an upright appearance that would be enough to be called a handsome boy, her eyes look a little sick.
.
So, the next moment——
The dim space where the magic circle was located transformed into an endless field of flowers in an instant.
In the center of the flower field, the young heroic spirit did not look at Frachesca's appearance, but bowed to her with a very respectful, yet extremely exaggerated gesture.
Then, he spread his arms wide and shouted:
"Haha! You actually called me here. The Aster this time seems to be a very strange person! That's great! Although I don't know what kind of expectations you have for me, I will never let you regret it! I I will definitely treat you well——"
"Let you ascend to heaven with pleasant dreams, and then boil you with fiery and molten nightmares until you fall into hell!...right?"
Francesca shouted loudly while sitting in the middle of the bed, with a wicked smile on her face.
On the other hand, the heroic spirit who was supposed to have spoken the lines she continued to say without any changes felt puzzled and made a questioning sound:
"Huh? Ouch? Ehhhhh?"
"After you finish speaking, you will turn all the flowers in this flower field into the arms of human children, right?"
"Huh? Huh? Have you ever summoned me before? Although I was surprised just by summoning me, but summoning me twice in a row is like a meddlesome person with a mind full of worms... "
Halfway through, the boy finally found out.
What kind of existence is the magician girl sitting in front of me?
"Huh? Liar? Really?"
"Is it true? Where do your memories of your lifetime end?"
"Of course, that's until the first execution... Let's not talk about it for now. What are you doing?"
"It's the Holy Grail War, isn't it? It's a Holy Grail War that makes my intestines so messed up that I can't figure out whether it's real or fake."
After listening to Francesca's words, the heroic spirit who took the form of a young man gradually showed joy on his face - and then laughed loudly like a dam bursting.
"Ahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"
In response to his laughter, all the words in the flower field turned into children's arms stretching out from the ground - and they clapped vigorously as if to bless the two of them.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap—
Surrounded by weird applause, the young hero laughed heartily and shouted:
"Aren't you...you...aren't you a fool!? You're just a fool, aren't you!? Hehe...hehehahahaha! Why, why...why! Why do you do such a thing! You're just a fool, fool, fool, haha Ha ha ha ha!"
The boy laughed like crazy, then jumped up.
While turning around, he jumped onto Francesca's bed and sat down next to her. He picked up a nearby snack and tore open the bag.
Then he rubbed Francesca's shoulders as if they were very intimate and began to eat the snacks from the freshly torn bag.
"Ah ha ha ha! It's up to me to summon me or something. There's no worse joke in the world! Hmm... By the way, this thing is really delicious. Is this a modern snack? It's really amazing in this era. !」
"Right~? But, after all, I am the catalyst myself, and 90% of the time it is me who is summoned. Although I was originally looking forward to it, maybe it's Jill who comes~"
"Hey, how could Gil come to participate in the Holy Grail War?"
The two people in a similar atmosphere exchanged wonderful dialogues, and then started discussing around a character named Gil.
"Well, he has actually been here, right? Gil! Although I can only watch from a distance because of the descendant of the insect master from Kiev, he has really been here! Is he here? That Gil!"
"That's okay
How awesome! ? What about rank? Is it Saber? Or Rider? "
"No, it's Caster."
"Why!? Gil becomes a Caster or something! Ah, it's all my fault! Hahaha!" Xiu Shuzhu
After having a heated discussion about a mysterious topic that only two people could understand - Francesca suddenly showed a serious expression and said to the heroic spirit sitting next to her: "So, I became quite serious. ...Much ahead of schedule, I decided to launch a Holy Grail War in this city that would allow me to play freely! All kinds of people and countries were involved!"
"In that case, why didn't you call Gil? However, I also understand that it will be difficult for Gil to achieve the final victory in the Holy Grail War."
Regarding this natural question, Francesca shook her head slightly.
"Well, I'll tell you this later! Rather than that, now we have to conclude the first contract!"
"Ah, you're right, you're right! I forgot about it by accident! By the way, what are you going to do with the Holy Grail after you get it? I can roughly imagine it."
"Well, I think it's just as you imagined."
"I see. To conquer that big dungeon, you really need something of the Holy Grail level."
The young man jumped up from the bed, moved to the center of the magic circle, turned around and faced Francesca, and bowed respectfully.
"Let me ask you, are you the arrogant and stupid princess who seeks the Holy Grail, or pursues infinite happiness and nightmares, trying to turn me into a slave?"
"Yeah! That's right!"
At this time, the children's arms all around burned together with the wailing sounds coming from below the ground, and in the blink of an eye they turned into white bones and shattered.
Then, in the gloomy darkness with ashes flying everywhere, the heroic spirit loudly announced the establishment of the contract.
"Okay! The contract is established!"
The young man spread his hands and chanted his name in the ashes.
"My name is François Prela!"
Then, while showing an innocent smile, he continued to speak the lines that made the promise.
"As my aster, Franco... Oh, after all, I am in a girl's body now... As a loyal slave of Frachesca Pullera, I hereby swear that I will risk my life to capture the Holy Grail!"
"I also swear that in order for you to obtain the Holy Grail with the right honor, I will fight with my own soul to win the final victory in the Holy Grail War!"
Then, when the boy and girl turned their smiles into evil smiles——
François and Frachesca uttered the follow-up to that sentence at the same moment:
"'Although it's all a lie!"
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At the same time, Snowfield Thermal Power Station was underground.
When Francesca summons herself somewhere in the city——
Harley, a magician specializing in black magic who is preparing to summon the real Berserker, is dying underground at one of the many thermal power stations in the city.
"Uh-why, did it become like this?"
Seeing the color of blood appearing in her hazy vision, she judged that she would die soon.
Although she is relatively good at healing magic, her magic power is almost exhausted after all.
In order to summon Berserker, he should be fully prepared.
Moreover, the actual summoning should be considered a success.
The problem is probably...the summoned Berserker went berserk before the contract was made, and he was hit head-on.
"Ah, but I am satisfied... after all, what I summoned... is much more powerful than expected..."
The heroic spirit she summoned
, is appearing in the hazy field of vision.
It was a heroic spirit with a strange posture.
Every time he took a step forward, he made a mechanical sound, and he kept walking around the room on four legs.
His eyes were shining with dazzling incandescent light, and the moans that escaped from time to time were as harsh as a needle scraping against a rusty record.
"After all, my magic power has been fully injected into people... I should be able to get a power source to replace the magic power in this power plant... So, you can make a big fuss as much as you want..."
Staring at the rusty "thing" approaching her, Harley couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"It's probably very reluctant to use energy generated by its arch-rival Nikola Tesla."
"...Ah, maybe...that's why you went berserk like that?"
While thinking about these things, "that thing" finally came to her.
It can only be thought that it is a mechanical doll in the shape of a four-legged spider or an alien lion, a heroic spirit with an unusually weird posture.
"But... it's really strange. Even if it's Berserker... anyway... I think it should appear in a more humanoid form... Could it be due to Mazda's influence...?"
"As expected, it shouldn't be left to Francesca. Wouldn't it be better to summon her as a Caster..."
Although I have such regrets, I have already regretted it now.
However, Harley is not afraid of death.
Although her specialty is black magic, the sacrifice she uses as a medium has always been her own blood.
The same goes for this summons. The magic circle is all drawn with his own blood.
Not only did he bleed out an amount of blood that was almost enough to bleed to death, but he also spent a lot of time. Sometimes he used blood bags prepared in advance to transfuse himself, and used healing magic to promote hematopoiesis.
If he ends up being killed by something summoned, that means he can only stop here.
Harley showed a self-deprecating smile and slowly handed her hand to the heroic spirit.
"Okay... let me... be your sacrifice..."
She had only one wish for the Holy Grail.
He just condemned his father as a heretic and killed him, and also took revenge on the "Magic Society" that took away everything from his clan.
It doesn't matter whether it's the Clock Tower, the Atlas Academy, or a joint organization of wild magicians scattered among the people.
However, if they could be eliminated through "machinery" and "industry" that have nothing to do with magic, or the overwhelming power of "energy" other than magic, there would be no greater irony than this. .
"So, it's because of this idea... that I'm using the Holy Grail for such a silly thing... that I received this kind of karma?"
"Come on, kill me. Instead...as long as your existence can be maintained, continue to destroy as much as you want. Let the whole world watch your appearance, and in order to turn all the hidden magic into Meaningless things..."
Harley, who squeezed out her last strength to say these words, waited for the heroic spirit's blow with the awareness that she didn't care if she was killed at any time——
However, instead, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Oh, you really used a very strange way to fight to your death."
Harry suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed involuntarily, and what appeared in front of him was the figure of a breathtakingly beautiful woman with unusually fair skin.
"Is...it's Einzbern's cyborg!?
Although I heard that she came to this city, I also speculated that she probably came here because she coveted the authority of the aster. However, she never expected that she would appear at the summoning site that was supposed to be completely hidden.
is that so
. Was he really punished by God?
I have been so hard, and I have been working hard for my sacrifice to this day ... Because it doesn't matter what people who think of this city become, magic has become impure.
But ... if you are to be killed anyway, it doesn't matter whether it is the artificial person of Einzberen or the hero. "
With this idea, she finally noticed the change at this time.
"Huh……?"
Unconsciously, her wound had healed, and her hazy and vague vision became completely clear.
"Well, what? I ..."
She did not use healing magic memories. The magic was completely exhausted, and it was in a state that could not be used.
Although Harry was very confused -what was even more confusing, it was what the "white woman" heard next.
She turned to the Beerserker British spirit beside her, as if talking to the dogs she raised, saying: "
"Okay, this child is your Aster? Go to complete the contract with her."
"?"
"This guy ... what is, what are you doing ..."
Although the pain disappeared, it was replaced by Harry's mind and was dominated by chaos.
Although there is no contract yet, the authority of Aster should still be on himself.
Originally thought that Berserker could not hear the command of the magician who did not even have the curse, but in a blink of an eye, her common sense collapsed and subverted.
"Gag ... SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, guardian, guarding, guarding ... Guardian ......... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
The Berserker fully followed the instructions of "White Woman" and lowered his head to Harry, who fell to the ground.
"Good boy. By the way, connect the magical meridians on this child."
The next moment, the magic passage was immediately connected, and the opponent's feeling was passed over by the order.
At this time, Harry noticed.
The Beerserker he just called is the fact that the "white woman" is in fear.
"Ah, you ... it's ..."
Ignoring Harry's question, "White Woman" said:
"But it's really lucky. I didn't expect that there would be such a 'container that would be easy to enter here."
As she looked at her hands and feet carefully, she nodded like admiration.
Seeing an inexplicable Harry, a white woman slowly stretched out her hand and touched her cheeks.
Harry finally discovered one by one.
The "power" passed through her hand -something that should not be existed in this world.
No, no, impossible ...!
This, this ... Obviously not Yingling, how can it ...!
No, even the heroes cannot have such a dense "power" ...!
I don't know what kind of explanation of this fear of Harry. White women -to be precise, it should be something that exists in the white woman. I like this, I like humans very much? "
Although that sentence has a warm feeling, it seems to be cast from the "high place" from calories to the inner "high place."
"Now that I am here, I will definitely control your human beings!"
Then, like she agreed to that, it should be a robotic puppet of Harry Servant, and she roared as if praising the white woman.
"■■■■■■■■ action
"What?"
Fear from death
The price of liberation, Harry was trapped in the fear of completely different types.
She doesn't know yet.
Due to the influence of the "catalyst" of a certain heroic spirit it prepared -how terrible existence did he live in the artificial person in Einzbelen.
In this way, the actor has arrived.
Everyone is an audience, everyone is a critic, and everyone is the stage play of the actor's Snover.
The only one is one--
Except for the teenagers who have not been on the stage from the scenes and have not yet been given the "role" by the Holy Grail.
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In the past, as a soldier's memory, Sigma himself did not remember.
When I was sensible, it had been instilled as a soldier's way of survival, and was forced to learn to shoot at the age of five. Then because of the wonderful magic experiments, he had to bear the physical and mental pain of unknown intentions every day.
Create a formation consisting of magic to carry out magic -based military operations with the enemy country.
I seem to be a member of the troops created for this purpose.
Putting people with the same magic quality — it is an accidental talent. There is a magician among the relatives of Yuanyuan. The purpose of the soldiers who have the "magic circuit" in the body are used to let them be the same as the same as the same as the same. Female soldiers with even a little magic circuit mate each other.
From the children born in this way, people who have the magic circuit with a practical level have been selected, and they allocate Greek characters as code for everyone.
Even the people do not know their existence, unknown special teams.
In addition to the magic concealment, it has long been placed through heterogeneous power to create damage to the enemy country -the troops made from this intention, because the actions taken by the magicians headed by the clock tower in the clock tower in advance, at the time, at the time, at the time, at the time The weak dictatorship was completely defeated.
He knew that his correct source was what the former government was defeated and after liberation. But whether it is the truth or false image, Sigma also feels that it is nothing to do.
In order to prevent the mother from learning magic, they promoted them to produce in a natural way.
Then, the mother was taken away without even named the child, and the child had been forced to embark on the way to serve as a government.
Now, although the experience of the mercenary based on the experience of the young period is based on the experience of the young period, it only obeys the employer's instructions, and there is nothing worth mentioning.
"Really, there is nothing else to say ...
"Although you are so bland, from the perspective of others, it is really a very harsh life."
In order to better communicate with people who claimed to be shadow, Siegma first said what kind of person he was. But after re -examining himself, he realized that this is really just doing what others want to do.
Judging from the pointless sense of emptiness, he felt that he was a bit wrong, but it could not be changed now.
So, the snake stick boy said, "What is your mother now?"
"Although I don't know if it is true or false, I heard that she participated in the East Sacred Grail War as an assistant as a magician and died of war ... It is the magician called Wei Gongqian."
"Since I clearly remember the name of the magician, should you have any special thoughts on him?"
"No? How do you say? Except for his assistant, I do n’t even know what the relationship between the two of them, and I do n’t even know the appearance and name of my mother. The name of cutting is just because he was viewed as a legendary man in the magic mercenary, and he was very famous. "
The free magician who is afraid of the nickname of the magician killer, has been continuously performed all kinds of dangerous tasks around the world before hiring by Einzbelen
High -strong man.
Although he heard from the employer's mouth that he has won the end in the Fourth Holy Grail War in Dongmu, his mother seems to die in the process.
"But ... if she decides to follow the man with her own will, I am a little envious of my mother."
"envious?"
"Regardless of the feelings, at least the mother found the meaning of her survival in the man of Wei Gong. However, I have nothing. There is neither respecting people nor the object of the enemy."
In the face of Sigma, which is just a bland state of the facts, the captain said: "Nothing, you will definitely find your own meaning. As long as you have experienced several times, you will naturally find yourself. Survival things. Let's go to death, little boy. Keep resisting the gods and never accept it passively. Your survival certificate is born there. "
In order to get the reason for survival, it is simply to find death to die. This is simply an upside -down behavior.
Sigma thought that most of them just opened the river because they didn't care about themselves, so they planned to ignore it.
However, the captain stared at the back of Sigma as if he was very pleasant ... that is, the entrance of the room said, "Look, the initial trial comes immediately?"
"?"
Sigma looked back and saw a "shadow" standing there.
To be precise, it should be a girl with a shadow -like black beam on her body.
"Who are you……?"
Just as Sigma thought, maybe this girl is also a "shadow" moment, he noticed a sense of disobedience.
So far, the shadow will basically only appear at the same time. However, the captain and girl now appear in the field of vision.
However, it was too late when you noticed this--
The Assassin girl approaching Siegma's eyes instantly, and asked with the voice of the emotion: "Are you ... are you seeking the Holy Grail magician?"
Then, from this moment, Siegma had to step on the unreasonable "trial".
It is not asked by anyone -it is just a trial to know who you are.
Although he didn't know whether the "self" he got after the trial was glory or despair.
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City of Snover.
"What did I see?"
The young man in the special forces of the "28 Monsters" under the Director of Police, the young man of the man, while covering the righteous hand on the right, faced the scene in front of him, could not help but take a breath.
In his field of vision, the arched soldier with a red and black skin covered with a wonderful cloth on his head.
It is different from Assassin, which has been fighting in the Police Department, and is also different from the monsters who have taken their right hand.
This hero is just pure.
He feels that even if the treasure they hold can get complete power, it is impossible to compete with the heroes in front of him.
"Ah, right? Is this the real hero."
At the moment of accepting this reality almost calmly, the police officer still clenched his teeth.
"No ... Is the real hero like this guy? Is it the guy who destroys the street and try to kill the child?"
Around him, there were already several companions of special forces fell to the ground.
If strong is justice, the archer in front of him may indeed symbolize "justice".
However, you must not agree with this!
It was the last self -esteem ignited the courage to lit the police's heart.
Then he took another breath.
"What are I watching?"
What he caught in his field of vision is the same position as his police officer.
but,
The police officer was not his companion, and it was obviously abnormal.
"Who is the" them "who continues to fight with that monster? Or something? "
After the surrounding of the archers disappeared, it appeared again after disappearing. No matter how many times, they were twisted their bodies and the arrows penetrated their chests. The same police officer has been challenging the hero.
His attack on his own is completely harmless. Obviously, this process has continued endlessly.
After such a wonderful scene lasted for a while, the archer said in a heavy voice: "The weak ... tell me your name."
So, the police officer took a step away from him and answered with a smile: "I have no famous name at all."
Then, unknowingly, the police officer increased to the two, and the new police officer also said in the same voice:
"Great heroes, as the times change their posture, the existence of continuous survival in the legend of the God of God while building a great cause. As a trivial human will, I can only say what you can say to you-"
The number of police officers has continued to increase, becoming four people.
Four police officers asserted at the same direction at the same time at the same time: "You should have some reasons to make such a firm determination ... But if you want to deny God's light by this awareness If you do it! All of God ’s evil and good deeds deny, and you have to discard the words of God yourself in any case -then you are destined to lose to me."
The guy who is fighting in front of the archers in front of him not only turns into the appearance of other people, but also has more voices. From four to eight, the eight sounds are on the road of the urban area. Echo.
"Negative at a certain stage of itself, it is degeneration!"
The sound becomes more, sixteen.
'They seemed to be shouting towards the archer in front of them.
"You are not the 'God that once taught me to be human! You will definitely lose my hands!"
Although he once fought with the same name with the same name with the God in front of him, Benit didn't think it was a victory.
After all, the guy had expectations to him in the end and guided him as a way for a person.
Perhaps it was too excited, but he had to be so excited. After all, the man in front of him was going to fall into the fell with that man's name.
He is obliged to correct it all.
Thirty -two fearless figures surrounded the archers.
Then those people disappeared as if they were re -absorbed to the initial person.
Then, in front of the police officer and the red and black archers, one by one
The grabbing mad soldier seemed to shout the name of their treasures in the will to implement the will -
It was a treasure that was born to correct the same name as a big hero he who is familiar with, but who has mistakenly entered.
"What time is not. Our encounter is in London, right? Then use London as a period."
After the excessive figure disappeared, Bennett looked at the Avengers in front of him.
"— 'Fhawoma will go away with the dawn of London (FROHELL)!"
During the chaotic cup war, the battle was began to have a chain reaction in quietly.
The bumpy fate is like talking to the hero and the magician.
"Weak, challenge the strong--"
