A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Finally, when he turned over the data left at the door of the hospital by his subordinate (Sigma) who refused to return the information, he muttered.

"This guy Sigma...the heroic spirit that has been maintained since the moment the Servant was summoned, the total amount of magic power in the body is not clear."

Faldius remembered it at this time.

Sigma's hero is comedian Charlie Chaplin.

"...If that's the case, is it acceptable that the consumption of magic power is almost imperceptible?"

Faldius felt that something was not right. Could it be that Sigma really signed a contract with the King of Comedy? With this thought in mind, he gave a word of pity to the subordinate who he didn't like very much when he retired.

"Indeed, if he is attacked by Frat Escardus, there will probably be no scum left. Hmm... Let's not talk about Sigma's level as a magician. As a master, he lacks cards. I understand."

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alley.

"...That's it. I'm really looked down upon."

The shadow that appeared in the form of a captain conveyed what Faldius said in real time.

Although it is an extremely convenient ability, even Sigma would be a little confused if he directly plays depressing words to his ears.

"Don't be so arrogant, young man. Didn't you say you hired me to do the work?"

Then, the muscular-looking shadow spoke eagerly.

"Is this a good opportunity? That guy thought you were dead. Aren't you going to do something?"

"Although that's what he said, it doesn't mean that Faldius really thinks like this, because the Watcher can't see into the other person's heart." The captain-looking shadow retorted.

"Yeah." Sigma agreed.

He was not one to jump to conclusions just because the odds were against them.

He still knows something about Faldius. This person's creed is to kill the opponent with Overkill when killing the opponent. Therefore, even if you say such contemptuous words, you are not necessarily underestimating the enemy.

But being looked down upon is not important at all. For the current Sigma, compared to Faldius’s ridicule, this guy mentioned when he was sorting out the information, "It turned out to be Frat Eskaldes." "The existence" of the battle with the Lancer (Enkidu) is more important.

"Just wanted to get your opinion. Is it possible for me to fight one of those two guys and win?"

"Now? Just dream. It's more reckless than flying towards the sun."

Listening to the slightly self-deprecating words of the young man with wings, Sigma fell into deep thought.

"...If I want to fight in the Holy Grail War, I can only choose to kill the Master, so that I have a chance of winning. However, my purpose is to destroy the ritual. As long as I avoid the enemy camp and destroy the Holy Grail as the basis of the ritual That’s it.”

"Ah, but, the foundation of the ritual is deep underground. In this case, even the Watcher will make noise, so you have to be careful. If you grow up a little more, we The accuracy will also increase accordingly.”

The shadow that turned back into the captain's form said so, but Sigma shook his head.

"Uncertainty factors cannot be included in the plan. I still want to secretly increase allies."

"Look at what you said, isn't adding allies a factor of uncertainty? Most of the other Masters are those who are pursuing the Holy Grail. I don't think they will agree with you destroying the ritual."

Sigma asked after hearing what the shadow that transformed into a young knight said.

"For the most part, that's what you said. So, what about the camp that doesn't need the Holy Grail?"

"The first is Francesca Prelati, Faldius, and the police camp. Their goal is not so much the Holy Grail, but to analyze the Holy Grail ritual, so it's probably 'lucky if they succeed.' To this extent?"

"It won't work. In other words, we should kick them out of the candidate list of allies from the beginning."

"The swordsman and Ayaka seem to have ignited their fighting spirit in the dream. Although it is possible to convince them, there is a high possibility that they will eventually become enemies."

"...Let's keep this option for now."

Sigma was shaken by the changes in the situation, but in order not to show it, he spoke calmly.

Although the young knight noticed his inner thoughts, he continued.

"The next step is of course the assassin, because her purpose from the beginning was to destroy the ceremony."

"Well, there is value in continuing to cooperate. I plan to wait until night to avoid surveillance and meet her."

Sigma asserted smoothly. As soon as these words came out, he himself was surprised that he trusted the assassin so much.

For mercenaries who control magic, this is a dangerous sign.

"And...if it was before, the situation in Hippolyta's camp...has changed a bit now. The desire of Hippolyta's camp may be directed towards pursuing the Holy Grail."

"is that so?"

As for Hippolyta's camp, since I have never been in contact with them in the first place, there is no need to waste any effort if the possibility of forming an alliance is very small.

However, he kept an eye on it.

"The Tiny Cherk camp and the Bazdilot camp won't work either... and what about Harley?"

Harley Bolzak.

Although he has no interaction with her, he has collaborated several times with her teacher, a magician nicknamed "Yatadori".

"It's hard to talk about Harley. Regardless of what she thinks, as long as she makes the guy with her unhappy, your kid will be dead. Damn, it will never work! However, we are just It's just a shadow, I have no right to stop you anyway."

"...I understand, you must not approach them now."

"However, if you kid is aiming to destroy the ceremony, you may be able to secretly support Harley and that woman, but the city will most likely become a ruin, right?"

"Thank you for the hopeless information you provided me."

As soon as Sigma finished speaking, the next boy who appeared holding a snake staff complained.

"Oh my, you actually know how to make fun of others."

"...sarcasm? Are you talking about me?"

"I don't know if it's a good change, but it's not a bad thing to be ironic about despair. Mental health is also good for the body. Ah, if I'm not a shadow, but appear in my prime and sign a contract with you, your body and mind will be It’s a pity that I can get a thorough treatment. Ah, what a pity. Let’s start with a consultation first, and if necessary, we can perform an operation that combines ancient medicine and modern technology.”

"Well... I'm afraid you are worrying too much."

Shadow's speaking speed became faster, which made Sigma feel inexplicably uneasy, so he solemnly rejected the young man's proposal.

——Although it is a shadow, it really reproduces the personality of each individual in great detail.

Sigma once again felt unfathomable about Watcher's ability. He was swinging between vigilance and trust, thinking about his future strategy.

"Anyway, I want to find a safe base. Are there any surveillance blind spots?"

"There is a live house underground in a nearby building. There is no surveillance system in that place. Due to a lot of emergencies in the past few days, the city's streets have been blocked and are now deserted."

After listening to the old captain's words, Sigma nodded and stood up from the steps of the alley.

"You chose that place...Anyway, let's act quickly while the surveillance cameras are out of service."

The Shadow Captain looked at Sigma like this, smiled sarcastically, and issued a message to the Master whose energy and spirit had changed over the past few days.

"You kid also wants to jump behind the scenes. Before that, you must skillfully use the weapon on your back."

The captain pointed to the ancient and mysterious crossbow behind Sigma.

This is the crossbow that Sigma took out from Minqiu's house. After receiving the crossbow, something that seemed to be attached to the weapon never appeared again. Even if we ask Watcher, the answer we get is just 'that guy existed before us, we can only speculate and cannot make a judgement'.

"You are obviously not sure, but you seem to be very confident about this thing?" Sigma asked doubtfully.

"If Watcher's guess is correct, this weapon is one of the trump cards. If you kid can grow up to the end."

"Is that so..."

"This is an audition. Although I don't know whether it will turn into a tragedy or a comedy in the end...you have to choose carefully the person you run with on the stage?"

Sigma explores the streets from alleys like a stage director deciding whether a dancer deserves to be on stage.

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At the same time, inside an abandoned house on the outskirts of Snowfield.

An old hotel built on the outskirts of Snowfield.

Although it is now in ruins, it is only on the surface. In fact, it is a temporary base for Faldius's subordinates to carry out combat activities in various places.

In order to prevent young people in the city from trying their best to break in, the entrance and exit of the hotel were also blocked.

However, now that blockade has been broken, and there are two figures standing in the house where the sun cannot shine.

"Oh, oh, oh, this is so annoying. It's great to be chased by your love interest, but I also have my own private space. Can you bear with your feelings?"

The person who said this was a giant human wolf covered in red hair like the sunset.

"Just a little bit, a little bit is all it takes. If you blow someone's head away in one breath, the body that has lost its mind will only have a moment of reaction time, right? Until the body understands, 'Ah, I'm dead.' . As long as you close your eyes to this extent, everyone will be happy."

He is one of the many 'faces' possessed by Jesta Caltoure, an individual focused on speed and hand-to-hand combat.

However, due to the weakness caused by Flat Escardus' attack, he is now far from what he was in his prime, and he will definitely lose in a head-on battle with the Servant standing in front of him - the girl who is an assassin.

"..."

On the other hand, the assassin was no longer listening to what the man in front of him was saying.

Because she understood that this guy's words could only be poison to her, and even the words themselves might be mixed with some kind of spell or curse.

However, the filth that should be removed cannot be let go.

Focusing on this, her mind was honed to a clear state, and she released her Noble Phantasm in order to destroy the opponent's spiritual core.

"——Delusional heart sound Zabaniya!——"

A red arm imbued with magic stretched out from the assassin's back and forced itself into Jesta, intending to destroy it.

Zesta, who had one of his existing "cores" destroyed by the same Noble Phantasm, imagined that if there was an emergency, he would use more "cores" as substitutes to escape from here.

Just like when he moved the assassin from the police station to a distant place, he also had the option of using his remaining command spells. However, the assassin seemed to have been passive at this moment, and the magic path was no longer connected to him. Now, doubts about whether assassins without access can still be controlled by command spells have dulled Jesta's judgment.

Should I use "Core" or Command Seals?

After a moment of confusion, Jesta chose to abandon the "core" with heartbreaking thoughts.

In front of the assassin's eyes, the red-haired man-wolf stabbed himself in the chest with his sharp claws - and dug out his heart from there.

"!?"

As a result, the assassin targeting the werewolf's heart is forced to make a choice.

Should he use his Noble Phantasm to curse the heart that was dug out by the wolf himself, or should he ignore the abandoned spiritual core and target the heart that appears next time?

Although the assassin has realized the specificity of vampires like Jesta, she does not do it out of calculation, but out of instinct.

She instinctively chose to pierce the heart with the hand knife in her right hand. As for the next appearance, she continued to use the Noble Phantasm to annihilate.

However, her actions were read by Jesta.

Therefore, the dying man-wolf has a smile on his face.

The magazine-like pattern carved on his chest rotated, mixed with sensuality and love. With a creepy smile on his face, Jesta began to transform towards the next posture.

That's a human - no, that's a human-shaped piece of iron that can't even be considered a living thing.

Or is it a type of gargoyle?

The smile emerging from the mouth-like hole and the magazine-shaped chest lines are the only things he has in common with his pre-transformation posture.

The next moment, the assassin saw it.

The heart of the dug-out human wolf was also engraved with some kind of magic pattern.

——!

——This is a victim!

——!

By the time she noticed, it was too late.

Because the technique was activated the moment the heart was dug out, it was not so much the assassin's mistake as it was Jesta's awareness that made him win the bet.

One second later.

A huge explosion occurred at the scene, and part of the abandoned hotel was surrounded by blinding flashes of light.

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"Ahem...I have already used two 'nuclear (bullets)'...but let's say goodbye first, beautiful and lovely assassin."

After a few minutes.

In the urban area of ​​Snowfield, Jesta's figure appeared. He was hiding in the alley without revealing a breath.