Simulation: Start with one person

His attempt to awaken Medea failed, so Fang Rui did not continue trying, but began to add skills to himself...restricted skills to be precise.

Although I want to end the Holy Grail War as soon as possible, I have to play when it's time to play.

With limited strength, the servant should be able to cause me a little trouble and make me have a little more fun.

Since you are playing as Natsu, just copy the skills!

Anyway, Natsu has a lot of skills, especially many forms.

The dragon form is quite handsome!

The dragon wings are a bit damaged, but they have a battle-damaged aesthetic.

Muttering in his mind, Fang Rui took stock of the skills he could use and considered whether to add a Noble Phantasm to himself. After all, Natsu's body was a book.

It makes sense to set it as a Noble Phantasm. The release of this Noble Phantasm will enter the Demon of Fire mode.

Speaking of which, Zeref didn't tell me the details of the Demon of Fire. He didn't know any other information except that the other party mastered the Curse of Fire and was the most powerful among all demons.

Maldo Gil, whose personal combat power ranks second among demons, is an old rival with the Celestial Spirit King, and their combat power is almost the same.

It should be among the second echelon, ranked high in strength, or in the first echelon.

END, who is stronger than him, must be at least in the first echelon of strength, otherwise Zeref would not place his hope on Natsu and expect him to destroy him.

Let’s do the math…

Well, the combat power of a crowned servant is not excessive, so let’s put some restrictions on it!

Action time and mana consumption.

In the evening, on a certain section of the highway...

The two met the adjudicator of the Holy Grail War, and after talking, the three of them walked together.

A pickup truck was driving on the highway, and three people were sitting in the truck.

The girl possessed by the judge was leaning against the car, her hands folded around her knees, and her golden ponytail fluttering in the wind.

Medea sat next to her, still not taking off her hood, with her head slightly lowered, making it difficult to see her face clearly.

Fang Rui sat on the side opposite the driver's seat, with the referee on the left.

Joan of Arc, the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, looked at Medea's hood for a while. After confirming her identity, she looked at Fang Rui.

Tan opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, perhaps because he thought it was not appropriate.

"Should I say it's good luck~ or bad luck~ I met Ruler on the way..."

Fang Rui's impression of Joan of Arc was limited to nicknames such as "whistle blower" and "village girl" without any further understanding.

Speaking of which, the girl possessed by Jeanne d'Arc, Leticia, looks very similar to Jeanne d'Arc.

Emmm...

"It should be considered lucky. The world is so vast, but we met by chance. Doesn't it mean that we are very lucky?"

Joan of Arc explained quite seriously. Medea on the side tilted her head when she heard the words, seeming to be looking at Joan of Arc.

And Fang Rui...

"Indeed, it should be considered good luck!"

Previously, he expected to fight as soon as possible, but after a while he met the judge Joan of Arc.

Tonight, Joan of Arc will be attacked by the red side's spearmen, and the black side's swordsmen will come to stop her.

It was equivalent to two top-notch heroic spirits arriving at his door, and the battle he expected would automatically come to him.

Having your wish fulfilled is indeed good luck~

Thinking like this, it's getting late.

When the car was driving to a certain section of the highway, the three people were either looking at the stars or in a daze, and their expressions suddenly changed.

Medea began to build a magic circle, and Joan talked to the driver and said she wanted to get off.

And Fang Rui looked at a certain place, the corner of his mouth curled up.

The three got out of the car and stood by the road.

As the car drove away, the sound of armor clashing sounded in the silent environment, followed by a deep voice...

"You must be the Servant Ruler!"

The three of them turned when they heard the sound and followed the direction of the sound.

Standing on the road sign next to the highway, there is a servant standing quietly.

The golden armor still shines even in the dark night, and the bright red cloak is like a burning flame, dancing with the wind...

Before Jeanne could reply, after confirming his identity, he immediately launched an attack.

"Wake up!"

The whole person disappeared in an instant, shot out like a javelin, and fell towards the concrete road.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Fang Rui suddenly grinned and seemed to smile.

He kicked the road hard, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, rushing straight towards the enemy.

"Fire Dragon's..."

The fist burning with flames collided with the spear shining with golden light.

boom----

Like an explosion, the thunderous roar echoed through the dark night, and the violent wind struggled to pull everything in its path.

Joan of Arc instantly changed her clothes and attacked in the form of a servant, holding a flag in one hand and wrapping her other hand around Medea's slender waist, leading her back more than 100 meters.

Medea glanced at Jeanne d'Arc, and judging from the other party's actions to save her, the identity of the servant was not revealed.

He was able to hide it from the Ruler. The Master's magic is quite powerful!

With this in mind, Medea did nothing and decided to continue playing the role of Master.

"...Iron Fist!"

After the explosion, a powerful voice came out.

Afterwards, a man burst through the flying dust and rushed out.

Karna, the red side's spearman, quickly adjusted his posture in the air, his feet landed on the ground, and his metal boots rubbed against the road, making a sharp sound.

"Fire!"

While moving, Karna waved his spear, and crescent-shaped flames shot out and flew towards the dusty area.

At the same time, Fang Rui broke through the dust area and galloped like a sharp arrow, dragging billows of dust behind him.

"Suck--"

Taking a deep breath, Fang Rui sucked the crescent-shaped flame into his mouth. He made a "gudong" sound, his throat squirmed, and then he swallowed it into his stomach.

"As expected of the fire of the sun, it's so delicious!"

Fists and palms struck each other, Fang Rui's eyes were burning with flames, and his hands were held in virtual clasps in front of his lips.

"Fire Dragon's..."

Acting as an instinctive warning of crisis, Karna jumped up suddenly and turned into a golden-red afterimage and took off directly into the air.

next second...

"roar!!!"

Spiral flames spurted out, the blazing heat melted the cement pavement along the way, and orange-red lava flowed in the ravines.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the night, and Gold, who was coming, was suddenly startled.

"Saber!!!"

Although he didn't say it clearly, Siegfried already understood what he meant. He left Gold behind and accelerated forward. In just a few breaths, he had arrived at Joan of Arc's location.

Look around and get a quick overview of the situation.

Two Servants fighting, and the Master standing with Ruler.

Anyone come first?

People who are not our own...

Internal strife? !

A trace of doubt flashed through his mind. Siegfried did not hesitate. He had already determined who the enemy was, so there was no need to think so much.

It would be more appropriate to defeat the opponent and then think about it slowly...

Holding the holy sword that killed the dragon, Siegfried galloped forward and rushed into the battlefield.

Karna, who was falling rapidly, focused part of his attention on Siegfried who rushed into the battlefield.

Confirmed that it is not your own heroic spirit.

Fang Rui also glanced at Siegfried. His body had the characteristics of a dragon. When he met Siegfried, who had a special attack against dragons, a vague sense of crisis lingered around him.

"hiss--"

It's kind of bad!

Although Siegfried could not defeat him, Siegfried's attack would definitely hurt him more than the attacks of other servants.

To put it simply, it is a critical strike with a knife.

Prioritize solving this problem!

Goal changed!

"Fire Dragon's Wing Strike!!!"

Fang Rui, who didn't want to be chopped down, resorted to medium and long range attacks.

Like a fire dragon spreading its wings, two long flaming whips struck Siegfried.

Siegfried, who already knew how powerful these flames were, had no intention of resisting.