A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Inside a building under construction somewhere in the city.

A little further away from the center of Snowfield there is a building under construction.

It's night now, and the workers have already gotten off work. In addition, the woman in black, a servant with the rank of stalker, has also set up a unique barrier, so that ordinary people can't even find the entrance.

The stalker was resting. She closed her eyes quietly and gritted her teeth as if unwilling to give in.

She is ashamed of her cowardice for retreating when faced with an unidentified mysterious opponent.

In that battle, she received a powerful blow released by the "Swordsman" heroic spirit. She was unscathed because she used some secret technique, but she still chose to retreat and did not continue to entangle with the opponent.

As a result, she not only failed to figure out the opponent's combat power and Noble Phantasm, but she didn't even know his true name.

A temporary retreat may be strategically correct.

After all, the opponent is a 'swordsman' and she is a 'stalker'. It is impossible for a 'stalker' to confront a 'swordsman' head-on. Assassination is her stage.

However, she was still reluctant and ashamed of it.

Even retreating once in front of the enemy was enough to push her heart into the deep water.

This is not the mentality a 'stalker' should have.

Yet she seemed unaware of it.

At this moment, besides being ashamed, she was only confused.

——The man knows "the old man of the mountain (our leader)". Who is he? How much does he know about the divine deeds of the leaders?

——In any case, that man is also one of the people tempted by the Holy Grail. I must think carefully about how to deal with him.

The stalker believed that if the "swordsman" was incompetent and could only repeatedly release powerful light slashes, then she could use a large number of her own precious phantoms to kill him. Even if she uses up her magic power and eventually disappears, she has no regrets.

She hadn't even noticed yet that the magic between her and her Master was still connected.

She just reaffirmed her determination while burying her head in sorting out all the current information.

From the moment the "Swordsman" was summoned, the stalker felt that the atmosphere was becoming tense.

Before this 'swordsman' appeared, multiple auras indeed appeared in the light.

It also included an aura that was clearly not human.

Although the figures later merged into one, the arrow that deflected Zabaniya, one of her divine arts, did not look like it was shot by a "swordsman".

Not only that, the arrow was also coated with poison.

The stalker's body was trained to be poison-resistant, so she was not injured by the poisonous arrows. But that level of poison is enough to paralyze the heroic spirit's muscles, rendering it unable to move.

However, this "swordsman" himself does not look like the kind of person who can use poison.

Then the only answer seems to be 'someone is shooting an arrow in his shadow'.

Is this some kind of ability? then what?

In short, before figuring this out, the stalker believed that he could not rashly start a war with the opponent.

No...this is just an excuse.

I'm so immature.

That's right, almost as soon as he made the correct judgment, the stalker immediately denied such a judgment and blamed everything on his own immaturity.

She thought that it was precisely because she was not mature enough that she did not bring inevitable death to the other party.

If they were great leaders, even in such a situation, they would be able to take the life of that mysterious heroic spirit without even trembling, right?

And her failure to do this only proves that she is immature.

As devout as she is to her own beliefs, she never looks for any reason other than herself.

Because of this, the stalker was once again confused.

——How should I deal with that man? I can use my poison resistance and use the poison-releasing weapon held by the leader known as "Quiet" in the past, but this will affect people other than the target.

During her lifetime, she continued to train herself as an assassin.

But that was all to eliminate enemies who were enemies of one's beliefs, not to torture and kill innocent people.

Among the people walking on the street, there might be some of our own compatriots, or people who would change their minds and become our own compatriots in the future.

She cannot take away the lives of these people at will.

In fact, that's exactly what she did during the day.

The stalker is looking for the magician's scent everywhere, and has already fought against many magicians who entered Snowfield.

She got rid of the infidels who clearly had murderous intentions towards her. The magician who has nothing to do with the Holy Grail War is not the target she must kill, but if the other party uses a spell that will kill her, then she has no reason to let him go.

As for those magicians who are not Divers, when they learn that she is a Servant, most of them will say, "I will find a way to obtain the Command Seal and make a contract with me." "Let's obtain the Holy Grail together." "As long as there is If you have the Holy Grail, you can do whatever you want." Although these people are greedy, she believes that sin is not worthy of death, so these magicians have their tongues pierced by her and are temporarily unable to speak depraved words.

When faced with the magicians who were just visiting the mountains and rivers or watching the excitement, she seemed even gentler. She only left a piece of advice: "The rituals in this city are heresy in the world, don't participate." leave.

If she had time, she would actually even want to persuade them to change their beliefs, but she didn't have time to do that now.

——Eradicating the people behind this Holy Grail War is what I should do.

The stalker reorganized his thoughts, jumped high from the edge of the building, and jumped into the night city.

There is still a lot of magician aura, it seems endless.

She wanted to find out who was behind the Holy Grail War and make them pay for insulting the leaders.

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At the same time, on the roof of a certain building.

The master of the Diver, Jesta Caltore, who was watching the Diver from a distance, had an intoxicating smile on his face, slowly clapped his hands and began a long speech.

"Ah, that's wonderful! Although your retreat was the right choice, you still feel ashamed of your immaturity. This is the pride that only kings and knights can have, and you clearly don't need to mind it! Why would you do this because of this? I feel so ashamed for such a trivial matter! This look is so beautiful!"

In fact, Jesta has also been observing what happened in the opera house in the dark.

He completely hid his aura and saw what happened. There is indeed something strange about the heroic spirit who seems to be a swordsman. Even from the Master's perspective, apart from using a Noble Phantasm, the Rogue's probability of winning is very low.

"In a frontal battle, you may be inferior to the opponent. But don't be afraid. You are an assassin. Just find an opportunity secretly and give a killing blow from behind. Use such a disgraceful behavior to safeguard your faith. The reputation of things is the value of your existence!"

Jesta was minding her own business, commenting on the Diver's fighting style and praising the Diver's life.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but spin around in the dark with joy.

"How innocent! I didn't expect that there is such a fruit of hope among humans! All humans should observe and understand her life, and then open their hearts to each other and learn from her together! No, that's not right! What I just said doesn't count! It would be such a waste to give her to humans! She should be given to me! I am the only one qualified to caress her whole body with my gaze, destroy her existence, and eat away her soul completely!"

After Jesta roared such extremely selfish words, her mood calmed down a little. He looked down at the street lights floating in the night and licked his lips.

"I will not hand her over to anyone else, whether it is the vicious heroic spirit fighting in the desert or the newly emerged swordsman heroic spirit. I can allow you to play with her and make her despair, but the one who devours her in the end must be me! "

Jesta put away the smile on her lips and squinted her eyes to look into the darkness of the night, as if staring at something invisible to the naked eye.

"Even if it's the Star Servants (Death Carriers) surrounding the city, I won't hand her over to you."

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In the world of dreams.

The ‘cavalry’ has no heart.

His essence is the system that brings death to mankind.

When Master Cao Qiuchun enters a slumber state, he will also dream.

This behavior is to review what happened today and organize the accumulated intelligence.

There were neither expectations nor regrets.

It's just information compilation in compliance with the Holy Grail System to protect the Master's safety and wishes.

Almost a full day had passed since the cavalry went to the desert to check on the situation.

The information he compiled did not change much from yesterday.

The only change was that a few "birds" appeared in the dream world, which he accidentally brought back when he inspected the battlefield.

But this inadvertent move seemed to make the Master very happy.

Chun was surprised and delighted by this, and kept shouting: "It's a bird!" "Did you bring these birds too?" "Thank you!" "I like animals the most!"

Tsubaki's innocent posture and words were repeated over and over again in the cavalry's 'consciousness', because that was the most exciting moment for the girl as the master yesterday.

He gradually understood that this was the master's wish.

The cavalry realized this and began to rely on his own judgment to do what he thought he should do.

He exists to fulfill the Master's wishes, but unfortunately he is just a system that cannot understand human emotions, so he cannot judge whether his actions are correct.

Therefore, in order to be able to make modifications as soon as possible when there is a disagreement with the master, the cavalry moves very slowly.

Quietly and cruelly, he spread throughout the city.

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Somewhere in the city.

In a space surrounded by mountains of old books, the warlock put his feet up on the table and stared happily at the screen of his laptop.

"Oh? Just input the notes and lyrics into the computer, and the little girl in the picture will sing. Today's era is really amazing! If you can do such a thing, why fight the Holy Grail War! Human greed is really eternal There is no end.”

The warlock said as he fiddled with the computer. Soon, a piece of strange music came out of the computer. No, this may not be called music at all. It seemed like a garbage product created by wasting the computer's performance.

After listening to this piece of 'music', the warlock tried to compare it with the songs produced by others, and then he nodded in understanding.

"Oh my, my violin teacher said that I had no musical talent when I was a child. Now it seems that the teacher was right. Forget it, I'd better go to work on the Holy Grail War."

The warlock seemed to understand the violin teacher's despair at that time. He sighed and switched the computer screen.

Then, various confidential information that would never be found online appeared on his screen one by one.

"It has been confirmed that all the birds that serve as familiars have recovered from suspended animation."

The thing on the screen seemed to be a report from an organization related to Snowfield, with words of magic words mixed in it.

"All the functions of the familiar have been lost, and spots that appear to be pathological tissue appear all over the body."

"Although no pathogenic bacteria were found, weak traces of magic were detected. The properties of the magic are strange, like Mana and Od. In addition, it is speculated that several birds that were not recovered have also recovered."

"The case type has been upgraded to Class C. It will then be placed under the jurisdiction of Faldius Diorland."

Behind this series of strange words, even stranger information appeared, as well as footage from cable TV in Snowfield.

"A heroic spirit was arrested by the police. There is information that he is a heroic spirit with the rank of swordsman."

"Haha, it's true, such an outrageous guy appears!"

Seeing this, the warlock burst into laughter, and then he pressed the play button of the video. When he saw the man speaking in the picture, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He rocked the chair back and forth and clapped his hands. It seems that he has already determined the identity of this heroic spirit from his appearance and speech. Or maybe even without determining the specific identity of the other party, he can know that this is a difficult heroic spirit to deal with.

"The police station has another troublesome guy. This is exciting!"

After saying that, the warlock thought of his master, so he smiled bitterly and said sympathetically: "The director is so pitiful, his stomach is about to be perforated, isn't it?"

The warlock's words conveyed a sense of being outside the situation. He looked at more information and continued in a very frivolous tone: "Okay, everyone here, the happy seven days begin! If God created the world in seven days, then these people will create it in seven days. What kind of world will emerge?”

Then, he smiled and shook his head as if with some regret, and said: "I really want to live to the end, at least let me see the ending, but I only have seven days."

The warlock shook the chair vigorously and creaked. He looked at the books piled high around him and showed a self-deprecating smile.

"If it were the great writer (Shakespeare), he would surely be able to write a moving story. As for me, I will just be an audience in the stands and enjoy the play! Of course, I must be accompanied by beautiful women and delicious food. !Ha ha!"()