The Endless Shuttle

She read the information from the information, the golden pupil turned to Mapel, and asked lightly.

"What does Sister Mapel think should be done?"

"Apply urgently to the headquarters for additional manpower." Mapel said: "After all, it involves the Magic Association and the Clock Tower, our number is still too small..."

"turn down."

Karen's decisive refusal made Mapel frown.

"Sister Ordesia "apprentice", please recognize your identity, you can serve as the temporary commander only because you are the blood relative of Priest Kotomine and know Fuyuki City better. "

"But I am still the agent appointed by my grandfather, am I not?"

The silver-haired girl stood up, she was obviously petite, but there was an inexplicable majesty in her eyes that couldn't be ignored.

"My grandfather dedicated his whole life to this city and the mission. You are the limit. He doesn't want outsiders to interfere with the situation in Fuyuki City—no matter what the reason is."

"……I see."

The ranks are different, and the priests of the Eighth Secret Society are far from being offended by an ordinary nun. Even if Mapel's request is reasonable, if Karen firmly opposes it, she has nothing to say.

The older nun retreated from the room.

Karen stood up, pushed open the closed window, and watched the noisy battlefield hidden under the calm under the high platform.

Where she can't see, ancient heroes are risking their lives and shedding blood to pursue the holy cup that fulfills all wishes, right?

"I really want to see..."

She murmured in a low voice, and turned her gaze to the back of her bandage-wrapped hand.

Undoing the bandage, the scarlet Command Seal was missing two strokes.

As one of the masters accidentally selected by the Holy Grail, it should have been a pretty good experience for her to sign a contract with Joan of Arc, who has a strange rank.

However, that French saint mysteriously disappeared on the night of the second day of the Holy Grail War, and there is still no news until tonight. On the way, Kallen also used two Command Spells to call her back to her side, but they were like mud cows falling into the sea, and there was no movement.

The contract is still there, it doesn't look like it was killed by someone...

After thinking for a while, Karen, who could not come to a conclusion, gave up considering Joan's abnormality.

She doesn't have that spare time right now.

Compared with the unexpected role of master, her real work is the place where she needs headaches. Before dawn, Karen must process the pairs of documents on the table and hand them over to the priest and nun under her, so that this city that deviates from common sense will gradually Return to its original appearance.

——!

It didn't take long to sit back in the chair when her concentration was interrupted by a sudden noise.

footsteps.

Raising his head, the magic fluorescence gathered in Karen's sight, gradually manifesting the appearance of a girl.

Retro attire, blond hair, dark blue eyes, braids, the French saint who had disappeared for a few days returned to her master, with a tired look visible to the naked eye.

Karen looked at Joan quietly for a while, and then began to deal with the matter in her hands.

"A rare visitor, Miss Joan of Arc, I thought you had forgotten me as Master. Sure enough, as I said, the saint and the little apprentice nun are not a very suitable combination."

"Sorry, Kallen. I was in a bit of trouble and it was hard to get out."

Ignoring Karen's sarcasm, Joan of Arc put something on the chair at hand before heaved a sigh of relief, her face looked better.

"Oh, is that so. It seems that the task is not going well..."

Kallen glanced at what was on the chair.

It was something that should never have been associated with the ancient Heroic Spirits—a silver suitcase.

It is very modern, with a very strange black pattern, and there is even the sound of a heart beating if you listen carefully. It's such a weird thing.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Holy Grail." Joan of Arc replied briefly.

"... What is stored in that box is what is being fought for in this Holy Grail War?"

"To be precise, it's the prototype and the key." Joan of Arc said uncertainly.

She was originally a girl from the countryside, and she knew nothing about magic, so she could only speculate based on the knowledge given by "revelation" and the Holy Grail.

"I remember you said that your duty is not to fight for the Holy Grail? Then why did you bring this thing back?"

"Many, many reasons..."

The saint girl sighed sadly.

She wanted to complete her mission, but she didn't expect that the enemy's strength was far beyond her imagination. Not to mention killing the demon, even the protector of the demon, the reincarnated Indra, was invincible and was imprisoned shamefully.

But for some reason, the weird rope that bound her tonight suddenly disappeared. When the resident was empty, Joan just used the "revelation" to learn that the Lesser Holy Grail was there, so she took it out without thinking too much.

In this way, no matter what the evil spirits and the Heavenly Emperor are planning, they can suspend their frantic progress, and give her time to think carefully about how to deal with this "distortion".

"All in all, the current situation is very bad. Karen, if you can do it, I hope you can evacuate the residents of this city, otherwise there may be even more terrible disasters in the future."

"Of course I can't do this kind of thing. Does the Holy Maiden think I'm you?"

Caroline refused without hesitation.

Evacuating the population of a city, I am afraid that this kind of action can only be achieved by an order at the national level.

"Besides, before you make such an exaggerated request, shouldn't you reveal a little bit of the truth to my poor Master?"

"There are not only heroic spirits in this Holy Grail War, but even demons and pagan gods are attracted here. The distortion they cause will continue to expand and eventually flood the city."

"..."

Kallen's expression froze for a moment.

She might not be able to understand what Joan of Arc meant by "pagan god", but the demon immediately reminded her of the bad encounter before the Holy Grail War started.

If it wasn't for that incident, Kallen would not have lost her freedom.

"Sounds really bad."

The expression of the silver-haired nun returned to normal in an instant.

"But it's your task, Holy Lady, to solve this problem? It's not a good choice to embarrass a trainee nun who has just taken over the duties of grandfather."