“What is that? Magic?”
Illya’s jewel-like eyes widened, staring at the nearly three-meter-tall magma giant behind Surtr, her delicate little face full of astonishment.
What kind of magic could knock away berserker head-on?
Merely with Illya’s eyesight, she couldn’t see all the details of the battle just now.
She thought it was the giant behind Surtr that had knocked berserker flying.
“No, this is definitely not magic.”
Flicking her hands, Surtr explained to the other party with a serious expression.
“This is my Stand, Molten Core Giant Shadow. People who control Stands like me are called Stand Users.”
“Stand? Stand User?”
Unheard-of words entered Illya’s brain.
“My Stand is much stronger than a Servant, be sensible and back off obediently.”
Surtr waved her hand at the other party.
“My berserker is the strongest!”
Subconsciously opening her mouth to retort, Illya perceived berserker’s state.
Although he was knocked flying, other than his abdomen being scorched, he hadn’t suffered any damage.
Not to mention being scorched, even having his abdomen pierced was not a big deal for berserker.
Sure enough, that so-called Stand wasn’t anything big either.
Illya concluded.
“Humph, even if you pull small tricks, it’s useless, berserker is the strongest!”
As her voice fell, the black giant clenched his greatsword and once again assaulted Surtr.
“Tsk, really relentless. In that case, don’t blame me for using my final ultimate move.”
Miss Surtr clicked her tongue.
She didn’t really want to fight the other party under this kind of circumstance without any preparation at all.
But reality did not shift by her will; having no choice, she could only pull out her final ultimate move.
While taking out Lævateinn from her backpack, she followed the contract and silently chanted in her heart.
“Hey hey hey, Medea, are you there?! Save this child!”
A whirlwind of black and red ran rampant on the street.
The hard road surface was trampled into pieces by the two like a joke, trees toppled, bricks and stones shattered, and the aftermath of the two’s battle destroyed the surroundings like a typhoon.
Waver stood at the top of the building, his hand holding a cigar trembling slightly.
He had no way to see clearly the actions of the two monsters below, but during the momentary pause of both sides, he still caught a glimpse of what was inscribed on the back of the red-haired figure’s hand.
Command Seal.
That was the symbol of a Master.
That is to say, the one fighting berserker to a standstill below was not some Servant, but a genuine Master who commanded a Servant.
Shit!
Waver couldn’t help cursing in his heart.
What on earth is going on with this Holy Grail War?
Could it be that Masters being able to fight better than Servants is already standard operation now?
Is his version too outdated, or is the opponent’s version too advanced?
Subconsciously raising his hand, he rubbed his temples, feeling that he might not be fully awake yet. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
Otherwise, how could he see such an absurd thing.
Well, he had actually seen this kind of thing once last night.
Just while Surtr was conducting scientific research, the Holy Grail War was still ongoing.
Waver, this Lord of the Clock Tower, ran into Lancer’s group who went out hunting on the very first night.
Although the two were equally members of the Clock Tower, they basically had no intersection.
After a brief greeting, they directly started the battle.
Then came Waver’s speed-of-light defeat.
Fragarach.
Facing this ultimate counter-attack mystic code, Rider did not dare to deploy its Noble Phantasm at all.
The opponent, from Master to Servant, was outrageously strong.
If Gray hadn’t been by his side at the time, this Lord of the Clock Tower would likely have been eliminated in a single round of the Holy Grail War, arriving that day and able to return home by that very evening.
He originally thought the opponent was an isolated case, but he didn’t expect another one to show up now.
Not only could she fight head-on with a monster like Berserker whose stats alone let her sweep all six, but that sword in her hand…
No matter how you look at it, that’s a Noble Phantasm, right?
Since when have Noble Phantasms become so worthless?
Everyone has one.
He had prepared for this Holy Grail War for ten years, bringing not only the resources and mystic codes collected over the past few years, but also shamelessly using a Lord’s authority before leaving to retrieve a mana reactor to supply power to Rider.
Furthermore, he also had Gray, a combat force capable of using the holy lance and comparable to a Servant.
Even though she had secretly followed him after finding out.
If this were a game, he would be considered starting out with divine gear, intending to deliver a dimensional reduction strike to the participants of this Holy Grail War.
Yet once on the field, he discovered that this was merely basic equipment.
These stats were simply a bit too inflated.
Inhale, exhale.
After repeating this several times, Waver finally calmed his mood.
Now was not the time to lament the enemy’s strength; taking this opportunity to observe carefully and find the opponent’s weakness was what he should be doing.
However, with his eyesight, he couldn’t keep up with the movements of the two at all, and could only judge who had the upper hand based on the brief pauses between offense and defense.
The one currently having the upper hand seemed to be Berserker, while the other was completely suppressed.
“Rider, did you see anything?”
Waver looked at Rider; he was a scholar, not a warrior, so he still had to ask for a professional’s opinion.
“Mn…”
Rider tugged at the beard on his chin with his large hand, narrowed his eyes, and said after deliberation.
“That red-haired fellow doesn’t seem to be going all out. Although she looks suppressed, she blocks all attacks very precisely, feeling like she can counterattack at any time but hasn’t made a move yet.”
“It’s just like stalling for time.”
Stalling for time?
Why?
Since the opponent was a Master.
Then, where was her Servant?
“Rider, did you see her Servant?”
“No, I didn’t see it.”
Rider shook his head.
Perhaps it was in spirit form, or perhaps not there at all; was the distance too far for him to sense the opponent’s Servant at all?
Waver frowned.
Excluding the known Lancer, Rider, Berserker, and the deceased Assassin, the remaining candidates were only Saber, Archer, and Caster.
The opponent not appearing on the front lines might not be of the type skilled in front-line combat, and was most likely Caster.
Waver was still clear on the candidate for this session’s Caster Master; he was somewhat acquainted with the other party’s summoner, but after coming to Fuyuki, he heard that the other party was already dead.
Then Caster probably fell into the hands of that red-haired girl.
Thanks to his friendship with Atrum, Waver was able to know Caster’s true name.
Medea, a magician who was at the very top even in the Age of Gods.
Berserker was delayed by the opponent’s Master, so Medea’s target could only be…
Waver’s line of sight fell on Illya, who was gradually distancing herself from Berserker.
Meanwhile, on the street.
“Hey, hey, hey, Miss Medea, have you arrived?”
Surtr shouted in her mind while blocking Berserker’s whirlwind-like greatsword.
“It will take about a minute, please hold on a bit longer.”
Medea’s voice came from her mind, stating an excessive request, her flat tone sounding as if she didn’t care about her own Master’s safety at all.
Since she could still speak with such spirit, she figured there shouldn’t be any problems.
That was what she thought.
Surtr was clearly not someone who took beatings without fighting back.
Since the other party didn’t intend to let her go, she could only invite the other party to die first.
“A minute, huh? Fine.”
Surtr nodded silently.
Compared to other Servants possessing various Noble Phantasms, Berserker could be said to be quite rustic.
No sure-kill Noble Phantasm, purely a stat monster.
But Surtr’s stats weren’t much different from the opponent’s, so dealing with him was still quite effortless.
If she wasn’t considering killing him and just stalling, it wouldn’t be a big problem for her.
“If you’re ready, tell me, I’ll directly beat away one of the opponent’s lives, and you make your move while the opponent is respawning.”
Even though Berserker could resurrect, there was still a small gap during the resurrection process.
This was the opportunity.
Even calling him back with a Command Spell would be of no use.
“Right, Berserker’s Master is the lesser grail; try not to hurt her.”
Surtr reminded.
“Understood, Master. However, I have another matter to report.”
At the top of the building, a robed figure slowly emerged, the gaze beneath the hood falling on three figures also standing on a rooftop in the distance.