“Truly befitting a Lord of the Clock Tower.” Tokiomi praised him.
“You’re much more generous than any other Magi I’ve met.” “I’m only a Lord successor.” But Nathan didn’t really care.
After all, the important thing isn’t the title, but the magical ability.
Tokiomi still had one concern: “Wouldn’t it be a bit dangerous for my daughter to stay in Fuyuki City during the Holy Grail War?
I’d like to send her out of the city and bring her back after the war is over.” “You don’t really need to worry about that.” Nathan said.
“Including myself, three participants this time are from the Clock Tower.
One is my colleague, and the other is my colleague’s student.
Neither is the type to ruthlessly murder children.” “The rest are the three founding families of Fuyuki, and your disciple, Kotomine Kirei.” Seeing his secret exposed so easily, cold sweat once again seeped from Tokiomi’s back.
He had absolutely no idea how the secret weapon that was Kotomine Kirei had been leaked, since no one should have known.
Nathan found it very amusing to watch his expression suddenly change, and continued: “Anyway, among the seven participants, aside from that five-hundred-year-old rotting worm, Matou Zouken, none of the others are the type to harm the families of others.
Also, I have great confidence in my Servant.” “It seems you’ve done very thorough research on this Holy Grail War.” Tokiomi could only attribute Nathan’s source of information to the powerful intelligence network of the Animusphere Family.
After all, he was just a country landlord…
he couldn’t possibly imagine the means a Clock Tower Lord family might possess.
He looked up at Nathan: “Is this an invitation to an alliance?” “Just a joint effort to eliminate the Matou Family.
To ensure the continuation of his family, Matou Zouken will definitely try to seize Sakura, to make her bear high-quality descendants for him to possess.
We need to eliminate him first.” Nathan said.
“After we’ve eliminated him, we’ll each rely on our own skills.” “Alright.” Tokiomi said.
“Then I’ll go make some preparations.” “Wait.” Nathan snapped his fingers, and an instant spell shot toward Tokiomi.
He couldn’t even react before being hit by Nathan.
‘Why?!’ The question echoed in Tokiomi’s mind, but the next second, he realized that Nathan’s attack wasn’t aimed at him, but at a bug hidden on his body.
Plop— The bug was destroyed by Nathan’s magic, and the disgusting insect guts spread across Tokiomi’s suit, making him feel nauseous.
“This is…
a Crest Worm?” Tokiomi recognized it.
He had seen many of these bugs when investigating the Matou Family.
“Yes, it seems Matou Zouken hid a bug on you at some point.” Nathan nodded.
“But don’t worry.
My magical workshop can block all communication.
Our conversation hasn’t been transmitted.” “Of course, even if it wasn’t transmitted, Matou Zouken should be able to guess what we’re planning next.” Nathan said.
“The bug that was parasitizing you was killed at my residence.
Needless to say what’s going to happen next, right?” “Even if we didn’t have any plans to join forces against him, he would still prepare for it.” Tokiomi’s expression was grim: “He might even strike first.” “So, let’s begin.” Nathan snapped his fingers.
“Master.” “I’m here.” The Queen of the Land of Shadows manifested.
The skin that had been only thinly veiled by gauze was now completely covered by black armor, not a sliver exposed.
Even her beautiful face was shrouded in black gauze, revealing only her crimson eyes, which faintly glinted with killing intent.
Just meeting those eyes, Tokiomi felt as if he were facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The palpable killing intent surged toward him, making him unconsciously avert his gaze.
“Is it time to act, Master?” Scathach was rather eager.
“But I should mention beforehand, if the opponent hasn’t summoned a Servant, I won’t lift a finger.” “Then leave it to me.” Nathan said.
“If even a Magus requires your help, I wouldn’t have the dignity to become your disciple.” ‘A master-disciple relationship?’ Tokiomi was a little shocked.
Although Servants were all Heroes from history, he never would have thought of becoming their disciple.
In just seven days, with battles against other Servants, what could they possibly learn?
And besides— He looked at the spear Scathach had projected using Projection Magecraft, misunderstanding something.
‘Why would a Magus learn to use a spear?’ Of course, Tokiomi kept these thoughts to himself, not voicing them.
While using the unique telepathic link between master and servant to contact the Servant he had summoned, the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, he followed Nathan to the Matou Residence.
To be safe, the rest of the Tohsaka Family remained in Nathan’s magical workshop, and his disciple, Kotomine Kirei’s summoned Assassin, the Hassan of the Hundred Faces, was there to protect them.
“Such a stench, like a gutter.” Scathach looked at the Matou Residence.
Possessing the Wisdom of the Abyss, she easily saw the cause and effect.
“Originally clear water, but mixed with mud, becoming a gutter.” “Let it rot.” A hoarse voice came from the Matou Residence.
An unpleasant old man walked out, leaning on a cane, his eyes grim.
“I am just trying to survive.
A lady like you, Servant, couldn’t possibly understand.” “Why should humans understand insects?” Nathan mocked mercilessly.
“Insects just need to die quietly.” Matou Zouken looked at Nathan and said: “As the future successor of the Animusphere, I thought you’d be more tolerant.” “You almost dragged my beloved disciple into hell.
In your eyes, old worm, are Magi such magnanimous beings?” The phantom images of stars appeared around Nathan.
“Besides, having seen a wider sky, I find your rotting behavior even more repulsive.” “Five hundred years.
Your contemporary, Paracelsus von Hohenheim, has already become a Heroic Spirit, and you’re just a rotten worm.
It’s disgusting.” Nathan threw down the portable barrier he had developed, instantly covering the entire Matou Residence.
Crackling explosions came from the Matou Residence.
That was Nathan’s magical barrier, clashing with Zouken’s magical barrier, magical energies grinding against each other.
After using the magical barrier to surround the Matou Residence and prevented Zouken’s bugs from escaping with his consciousness, Nathan took a step forward.
“If you haven’t even managed to summon a Servant, then this is where you fall.” “It seems it has come to this.” Zouken retreated into the shadows.
He tapped the ground with his cane and commanded: “Berserker, kill him!” “Arrrr!!!” From deep within the Matou Residence, a roaring figure charged out, shrouded in armor, infected with an ominous madness.
“Wait, that thing is…” Zouken’s eyes widened.
He saw that Berserker was holding a wall.
Using his ability, Knight of Owner, Berserker had turned it into a Noble Phantasm.
That wasn’t the point.
The point was: That wall was one of the load-bearing walls of his house.
Rumble— A loud crashing sound echoed, and dust billowed.
The Matou Residence’s cold, gloomy villa had completely collapsed.
Scathach rushed forward.
Her crimson magical spear appeared in her hand, like a venomous snake, thrusting toward Berserker’s wrist.
Clang— Berserker was pushed back repeatedly.
Holding a wall, he couldn’t properly use his combat skills and was heavily suppressed by Scathach.