I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

After breaking through the obstruction of the three knights on the red side, the rest of the journey of the black berserker was smooth, so smooth that it made people suspicious.

There are no defensive techniques, no followers to block it, and there is even only one road, as if the vampires walking on this road are guests going to a banquet.

But the vampire knows that he is not a guest at all, but an enemy, so the red side's behavior seems very problematic.

If there is no defensive technique, it can be said that he is concentrating on transferring the Great Holy Grail and has no time to set it up. Then it does not make sense that there is no Servant to block it.

The six remaining cavalry on the red side, in addition to the three cavalry blocked by the black Assassin, there are three more cavalry, namely Saber, Caster and Assassin. Let’s not talk about Caster, who is responsible for transferring the Great Holy Grail, where are Saber and Assassin? What are you doing again? Are you lurking in the dark waiting to give yourself a fatal blow?

It's a pity that I have no vital points now. Even if the sneak attack is successful, I can recover quickly. As long as I find an opportunity to kill one or two of the knights, I can forcefully activate the Great Holy Grail, and my and Darnic's wishes can be fulfilled.

Yes, the Great Holy Grail can be force-activated. This is one of the results of Darnik's sixty years of research, and it is also his secret trump card. Originally, the Great Holy Grail required the death of six servants to function as a wishing machine, but after Darnic's improvements, this number was reduced to two. Of course, the scale of the wish also weakens with the absence of the servant's spirit.

Although it is quite risky compared to a step-by-step start-up, at this point, I don’t have to worry about so much in order to achieve my wish.

Darnic's wish is to break the fate of the Thousand World Tree clan's decline and continue and prosper for a long time.

Vlad III's wish is to clear away the stigma and completely separate the image of the vampire Dracula from the heroic spirit Vlad III.

The former only affects members of the Thousand World Tree family, while the latter only requires the manipulation of the spiritual base on the Seat of Heroic Spirits, both of which are small-scale wishes.

Now that one servant has been killed, if one more is killed, the activation condition will be met. Two wishes can be doubled at most. This is why the vampire wants to kill one or two more knights.

As for the missing piece of riding, that was what he left for himself. Now that the vampire Dracula and Vlad III have separated, there is no need for his filthy existence to exist anymore, so he uses his soul as the final sacrifice.

I just feel a little sorry for the Black Assassin who supported me in the end. If it's too late, I should apologize to him.

The vampire thinking this way saw a door appear in front of him.

The magic that kept coming out of the door told him that the coveted Great Holy Grail was behind the door.

He opened the door without hesitation and found that it was indeed the place he expected. In front of me, a wide staircase made of sun-dried bricks stretched straight down, and a huge building stood there, piercing through the top floor.

That was Fuyuki's Great Holy Grail, the omnipotent wishing machine filled with destructive light.

"...Ahh."

With a sleepy sound in his throat, he finally arrived here. The next step was to get rid of the servants guarding here.

"Come out, don't hide."

"I'm not hiding. I'm just giving the first guest here a chance to appreciate the Great Holy Grail up close. It's a small reward."

With a decadent and condescending voice, a seductive beauty in a black evening dress appeared in front of the Great Holy Grail.

I didn't feel the breath, suddenly appeared, and the job description was obvious.

"The Red Assassin." A hint of understanding appeared in the vampire's red eyes, "It seems that you are not only our Assassin, but you are also an alien among the Assassins."

"No." The woman shook her head, "You are wrong. There is a fundamental difference between me and Black Assassin. He is not good at it, but I don't need it."

"Oh~ With this tone and attitude, you must be a king somewhere."

"Yes, my name is Semiramis, welcome to my garden, the lord of Romania, or the former lord."

I don't know whether it was out of the magnanimity of being a king or because of full confidence in his strength, the red assassin reported his real name.

"It turned out to be the empress of Assyria. She was indeed a king worthy of the Garden in the Sky - as a burial place."

"Yes, as your burial place."

Both kings expressed their unwavering attitude in words, and the vampire moved his gaze in another direction.

"The rest of you, please come out and let me deal with you all at once."

"Please don't."

With an exaggerated voice like a performance, the exaggerated man leaned out from the stairs on the side.

"I am just a writer and will not participate in the battle. I just want to pay a visit to the classic image that is the source of vampire literature, Dracula——"

Before he finished speaking, a rafter stake with a bloody smell hit the man where he was. If someone hadn't pulled him, he would have been penetrated through the chest by the rafter stake.

"Ah, it's so dangerous, it's so dangerous. He's so impatient. He deserves to be a tyrant."

"Caster, please stop talking."

The person who held him was a boy with brown skin, and he complained with a wry smile.

"What you regard as a classic literary image is a stigma that must be washed away for Vlad III. What you just did was an insult to him."

"Is that so? That is indeed my fault, and I must apologize for it."

Red caster Shakespeare put his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

The vampire who still retained the will of Vlad III snorted coldly and urged impatiently:

"Let's stop chatting here. I don't have time to waste. You two can come together, and you can also add Saber who is hiding somewhere."

"No, no, you have made three mistakes, Grand Duke of Romania."

Shakespeare said, raising his finger.

"First, I have already said that I will not participate in the battle."

"Second, Saber is not here."

"Third, your opponent is not me and Her Majesty the Empress, but my master, Father Shirou."

"Master?"

Even though the murderous intention can no longer be restrained, the vampire is still puzzled by the choice of Shakespeare and Semiramis.

What are you doing if the servant doesn't go out to fight and lets the master accept the fight? To die? Or is there some conspiracy? Or maybe the red side thinks it has a winning chance and has already begun internal strife?

Sensing the vampire's doubts, the boy named Shirou smiled and said:

"You'd better not underestimate me. I'm very strong. If I were you, I would turn around and run away. If it were a little later, I wouldn't be able to escape."

Seemingly irritated by Shirou's attitude, a trace of ferocity appeared on the vampire's face.

Let him escape? Facing the Ottoman Turkish army, no one thought about escaping, let alone facing a mere modern magician.

He decided to use his blood to wash away this shame.

The vampire made no secret of his murderous intent and took a step forward to speed up.