A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

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In Miu Qiuchun's room.

"Just now...there seemed to be someone outside...no, it seemed like 'something' had been here."

Jester Caltore, who had transformed into a young boy, muttered to himself as if speaking to the girl lying in front of him.

"But having said that, I originally just wanted to find out the source of the disease curse that erodes people, but I didn't expect that the Master 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. It's still a little bit away... 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 sister Assassin 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 we make good use of this child... maybe we can even see Sister Assassin 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 "Overseer of the Holy Grail War" 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 Master 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 a Master coming to visit.

Of course, as far as the latter is concerned, because this time was originally under the banner of "the 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 Master 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 we continue to fight with all our 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 kind of weight 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? Is it 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 Master.

"You've obviously turned so many people into sacrifices, but it's a shame you were able to hide them completely."

"Of course, it's impossible for me to kidnap dozens of people from abroad every day. 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 the enemies, of course it is 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.

"However... 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 'crystal' spreads to other magicians in the Scladio family, they will gain even more power than they currently have. Although that would also have a containment effect on the Clock Tower and the Holy Church... But by then, even the government might 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 the 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 right now to cut off a person's lifeblood?"

As if making final confirmation, the Servant asked the Master.

"...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 initially 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 directly to him in the field 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-level dangerous area, 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 the young people in the poem, and I am afraid it will spread even more widely tomorrow. But I think it must be the first to tell You just have to report it.”

"?"

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 partners conducted various searches on the local intelligence websites. Then, there was a man named ' Snow Smoke' rock band, they uploaded videos to this website."

"?"

"Could it be the person who took the video of the arrest by the police 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, Ying Ling... actually posted a video..."

"However, the person who uploaded the video is from this band, so it was not posted by Ying Ling himself..."

"Let's not talk about this for now, what is this heroic spirit doing? What is the intention behind doing such a behavior..."

While thinking, "This heroic spirit plays the guitar pretty well," El-Melloi II also analyzed this 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 puppet master, who had turned into a scarecrow, nodded stiffly and replied:

"This, in fact, I said it 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, we only found out about Frat Escardes later. Although he is a genius, your Majesty, of course, you will not send a person like him to the scene as an advance team, right? We What I’m talking about is actually 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 big 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, is this incredible sound?"

Saber and Ayaka were on their way to their "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 phone simply read the name "Filia" 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 have worked really hard too! Now you are free, you can do whatever you like?"

"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 suspiciously when she saw her frowning.

"Nothing. Ah, and there is something I forgot to mention." Anyway, let's leave it until later and think about it slowly. Ayaka temporarily put aside the question of text messages, put away her 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 still 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 want 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 the history of the call he had just made in reply to an email.

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 the 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 while recalling 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 Masters 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 regarded as a fool, and those who heard it would either become furious with anger, or they would sneer at the content and say "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 certain murderer to summon her "friend" in the "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! Ah haha! 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 was trimmed very neatly, and although she had an upright appearance that could not be overstated even if she was called a handsome boy, her eyes seemed to have a certain morbid atmosphere.

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 Master 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 make 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 speak without any changes felt puzzled and made a questioning sound:

"Huh? Ouch? Ehhhhhh?"

"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 just summoning me surprised me, but summoning me twice in a row is like a meddlesome person with a mind full of moths... "

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 did your 'memory 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, right? 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 on the form of a young man gradually showed joy on his face - and then laughed loudly like a dam bursting.

"Ahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!"

In response to his laughter, all the words in the flower field turned into a child's arms stretching out from the ground - and he 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.

"Ahahahaha! It's up to me to summon me or something. There's no worse joke in the world! Uh-huh... By the way, this thing is really delicious. Is this a modern snack? It's really amazing in this era. !”

"Right~? However, after all, I am the catalyst myself, and 90% of the time what is summoned is 'me'. Although I was originally looking forward to it, maybe it might be Jill~"

"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!"

"How awesome is that!? What about the class? Saber? Or Rider?"

"No, it's Caster."

"Why!? Gil becomes a Caster or something! Ah, it's all my fault! Hahaha!"

After talking passionately 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 is 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 initial 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? Although I can roughly imagine it."

"Well, I guess it's just as you imagined."

"I see. To conquer that big maze, you really need something at the level of the Holy Grail."

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 Pulela!"

Then, while showing an innocent smile, he continued to speak the lines that made the promise.

"As my Master, 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.

"Ugh - 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 can be considered satisfied... After all, what I summoned... is much more powerful than expected..."

The heroic spirit she summoned appeared in her hazy 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 produced by its arch-rival Nikola Tesla."

"...Ah, maybe...is that 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...?"

"Sure enough, we shouldn't leave it 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 would use blood bags prepared in advance to transfuse himself, and he would use healing magic that promoted hematopoiesis to assist.

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 can be eliminated through "machinery" and "industry" that have nothing to do with magic, or the overwhelming power of "energy" other than magic, there may 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 suffered such 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, in order to turn all the hidden magic into Meaningless stuff..."

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... Einzbern's artificial man!?

Although I heard that she came to this city, I also speculated that she probably came here because she coveted the authority of the Master. 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?

Even though I have worked so hard, I have been using myself as a sacrifice to this day... Just because I think that it doesn't matter what happens to the people in this city, magic becomes impure.

But...if he was going to be killed anyway, it didn't matter whether he was an Einzbern cyborg or a heroic spirit. "

With this idea in mind, she finally noticed the change.

"Huh……?"

Before she knew it, her wounds had healed, and her hazy vision had become completely clear.

"Hey, what? I..."

She has no memory of using healing magic. The magic power was completely exhausted, and it was in a state where it was impossible to use it even if it wanted to be used.

Although Harley was very confused - but what confused her even more was what she heard next from the "white woman".

She turned towards the Berserker heroic spirit beside her, and said as if talking to her own dog:

"Okay, this child is your Master? Go and complete the contract with her."

"?"

"What on earth is this guy doing..."

The pain disappeared, but instead Harley's mind was dominated by confusion.

Although the contract has not been concluded yet, the Master's authority should still be with him.

She originally thought that there was no way Berserker would obey the orders of a magician who didn't even have a Command Seal, but in the blink of an eye, her common sense completely collapsed and was overturned.

"Gah... SSSSSSSSSSSSS, guard, guard, guard, guard... guard... UUUUUUUUU."

The Berserker completely obeyed the "white woman's" instructions and bowed his head respectfully to Harley who was lying on the ground.

"Good boy. By the way, connect the magic meridians to this child."

The next moment, the magic channel was immediately connected, and the other party's feelings were also transmitted through the command spell.

Only then did Harley realize it.

The Berserker he had just summoned was terrified of this "white woman".

"Ah, you... exactly are..."

Ignoring Harley's question, the "white woman" said:

"But I'm really lucky. I didn't expect that there would be such an easy-to-enter 'container' here."

She looked at her hands and feet carefully while nodding her head as if in admiration.

Seeing Harley with a puzzled look on her face, the white woman slowly reached out and touched her cheek.

In an instant, Harry finally discovered it.

The "power" transmitted through her hands is something that should not exist in this world.

No, no, impossible...!

This, this... is obviously not a heroic spirit, how could it be...!

No, even heroic spirits cannot have such intense "power"...!

I don’t know how to explain Harley’s fear. The white woman—to be precise, it should be a certain existence within the white woman, said with a confident smile: “Don’t worry, don’t look. Like this, I really like humans, right?"

Although those words had a warm feeling, they seemed to be cast from a "high place" where the heat could not be transferred to the heart at all.

"Now that I'm here, I will definitely dominate you humans!"

Then, as if approving of her, the mechanical doll that was supposed to be Harley's Servant roared as if praising the white woman.

"■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■RRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRR——"

"What?"

In exchange for freedom from the fear of death, Harley fell into a completely different kind of fear.

She doesn't know yet.

Due to the influence of the "catalyst" of a certain heroic spirit he prepared - what a terrifying existence resided in Einzbern's artificial man.

So, the actors have arrived.

Snowfield's stage play in which everyone is an audience, everyone is a critic, and everyone is an actor.

There is only one person——

Except for the boy who has not yet stepped onto the stage from the intermission, and who has not yet been given a "role" by the Holy Grail.

············

Sigma himself no longer remembers his past memories as a soldier.

When he was sensible, he was indoctrinated into the way of survival as a soldier, and when he was about five years old, he was forced to learn how to shoot. Then because of the wonderful magic experiments, he had to endure physical and mental pain with unknown intentions every day.

Create an army composed of magicians and conduct magical military operations against the enemy country.

He seems to be a member of the army built for this purpose.

Let’s gather people with the same magical qualities—whether their talents were triggered accidentally, or whether they are distant relatives who are magicians. We purposefully gather soldiers who have “magic circuits” in their bodies and let them work with the same people. Female soldiers with even a tiny bit of magic circuitry mate with each other.

Among the children born in this way, those with magic circuits that reached a practical level were selected, and each person was assigned a Greek letter as a code name.

A nameless special team that even the public does not know exists.

The troops that were created with the intention of ignoring magic concealment and causing damage to the enemy country through alien power were taken by the magicians led by the Clock Tower who were aware of its actions in advance. The dictatorial regime with a weak foundation was completely defeated.

He knew that his true roots came after the liberation of the country after the defeat of the previous government. But regardless of whether it was the truth or an illusion, Sigma also felt that it was irrelevant.

In order to prevent the mother from gaining knowledge and learning magic, they forced her to give birth in a natural way.

Then, the child was taken away from the mother without even having time to name the child, and the child was forced to embark on a life path of serving as a prop of the government before he could even remember his mother's appearance.

Although he is now living a life as a magician and mercenary based on his childhood experiences, he is just following the orders of his employer and there is nothing worth mentioning.

"Really, there's nothing else to say...'

"Although you say it so calmly, from the perspective of others, life is really quite harsh."

In order to better communicate with the people who call themselves shadows, Sigma first told what kind of person he was. But after re-examining himself, he realized that this was really just a life of doing what others wanted him to do.

Just from the fact that he didn't have any sense of emptiness about it, he felt that something was wrong with him, but it couldn't be changed now.

So, the young man with the snake staff who appeared next said, "How is your mother doing now?"

"Although I don't know if it's true or not, I heard that she participated in the Holy Grail War in the Far East as a magician's assistant and died... a magician named Emiya Kiritsugu."

"Since you clearly remember the magician's name, you must have some special thoughts about him, right?"

"No? How should I put it? Apart from being his assistant, I don't even know the relationship between the two of them. And I don't even know my mother's appearance or name. The reason why I know Emiya The name Kiritsugu is just because he is regarded as a legendary man among the mercenaries of magicians and is very famous."

A free-spirited magician who was feared by others as the Magician Killer. Before being hired by Einzbern, he was a highly skilled man who had been performing various dangerous missions around the world.

Although he heard from his employer that he won the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki until the end, it seems that his mother died in the process.

"But...if she decided to follow that man of her own volition, I would be a little envious of my mother."

"envious?"

"No matter what the relationship is, at least my mother has found the meaning of her existence in this man, Emiya Kiritsugu. However, I have nothing, no one to respect, and no one to be considered an enemy."

Facing Sigma, who was simply stating the facts rather than self-flagellation, the captain said: "It's okay, you will definitely find the meaning of your existence. As long as you have experienced several desperate attempts, you will naturally find the basis for your own survival." A thing of survival. Go and conquer the Deadlands, boy. Constantly resist the gods, never passively accept them. That's where your proof of survival was born."

To wander into a place of death in order to gain a reason to live is simply to seek death in order to live. This is simply putting the cart before the horse.

Sigma thought that he was probably just talking like that because it had nothing to do with him, so he decided to ignore it.

However, the captain looked at Sigma's back... which was the entrance to the room as if he was very happy and said, "Look, the first trial is coming soon, right?"

"?"

Sigma looked back and saw a "shadow" standing there.

To be precise, it should be a girl wearing a shadow-like black outfit.

"Who are you……?"

Just when Sigma thought that maybe this girl was also a kind of "shadow", he noticed a sense of violation.

So far, basically only one shadow appears at a time. However, now the captain and the girl appeared in the field of vision at the same time.

However, by the time I realized this, it was already too late——

The Assassin girl who approached Sigma in an instant asked in an emotionless voice: "Are you... a magician seeking the Holy Grail?"

Then, from this moment on, Sigma had to step into the unreasonable "trial".

It’s not a request from anyone—it’s just a trial to know who you are.

Although he didn't know whether the "self" he gained after overcoming the trial was glory or despair.

············

Downtown Snowfield.

"What exactly did I see?"

The young man, who was one of the "Twenty-eight Monsters", a special unit under the police chief, couldn't help but take a breath when facing the scene unfolding in front of him while covering his right prosthetic hand.

What appeared in his field of vision was a red-black-skinned archer with a strange piece of cloth covering his head.

It was different from the Assassin who fought in the police station, and it was also different from the monster that took away his right hand.

This heroic spirit is simply very powerful.

He felt that even if the Noble Phantasms they held could gain full power, it would be impossible to compete with the heroic spirits in front of them.

"Ah, really. Is this the real hero?"

At the moment when he was almost ready to accept this reality, the police officer gritted his teeth.

"No... Is this the real hero? Is he the guy who destroys the streets and tries to kill children?"

Around him, several comrades from the special forces had fallen to the ground.

If strength is justice, the archer in front of him may indeed symbolize "justice".

However, we absolutely cannot agree with this!

It is this last act of self-respect that ignites courage in the heart of the police officer.

Then he took another breath.

"What on earth am I looking at?"

What caught his sight was the figure of a police officer who was the same as himself.

However, the police officer was not his companion, and was obviously abnormal.

"Who are "them" who are continuing to fight with that monster? Or something?"

Appearing and disappearing around the archers, disappearing and reappearing again, no matter how many times their bodies were twisted or arrows penetrated their chests, the same police officers kept challenging that heroic spirit.

Your own attacks are completely harmless. This is obviously the case, but this process continues endlessly.

After such a wonderful scene lasted for a while, the archer spoke in a heavy voice: "Weak man... tell me your name."

So, the police officer took a step away from him and replied with a smile: "I have no reputation at all."

Then, unknowingly, the number of police officers increased to two, and the new police officer also said in the same voice:

"A great hero. He changes his attitude with the times and continues to exist in the legends of the Gods while building great achievements. As an insignificant human will that can be destroyed at the snap of a finger, the only thing I can say to you is-"

The number of police officers continued to increase, becoming four.

The four police officers pointed at the archer from four different directions at the same time and asserted: "You must have some reasons to make such a firm determination... But, if you want to use this awareness to deny the power of God, If you do that! If you deny all God’s evil deeds and good deeds, and if you throw away yourself as God no matter what, then you are destined to lose to me.”

The guy who was fighting the archers in front of him not only transformed into a 'policeman', but also turned into the appearance of other people. More voices, from four to eight, eight voices on the urban road. There was an echo on it.

"To deny a certain stage of oneself is to fall!"

There were more voices again, sixteen.

‘They’ seemed to be shouting at the archers in front of them with their souls.

"You are not the 'god' who taught me how to be a human being! You will definitely be defeated by me!"

Although he had fought and won against a god with the same name as the one in front of him, Bennett did not consider it a victory.

After all, that guy had expectations for him to the end, guiding his path forward as a human being.

Maybe he was too excited, but he had to be so excited, after all, the man in front of him was using that man's name to fall.

It was his duty to make things right.

Thirty-two fearless figures surrounded the archers.

Then, those figures disappeared as if they were absorbed into the original person again.

Then, in front of the police officers and the red and black archers, one by one

The berserk warrior who was given a name shouted out the name of his Noble Phantasm as if to carry out the will given to him——

It was a Noble Phantasm created to correct the lost man in front of him who had the same name as the great hero he was familiar with, but who had gone astray.

"It's been a while. We met in London, right? Let's end with London."

After the extra figures disappeared, Bennett looked at the Avengers in front of him with a smile.

"——'The evil fog will disappear with the dawn of London (From Hell)'!"

In the chaos of the Holy Grail War, a chain reaction of battles is quietly beginning.

The rough bonds of fate seem to speak to heroes and magicians.

"Weak ones, challenge the strong——"