Tohsaka Residence.
Tokiomi used a message-transmitting mystic code to tell his wife, Tohsaka Aoi, who was in Zenjou, to bring their daughter back.
As an old-fashioned Mage noble, he didn’t much care for electronic products.
There was no such thing as a telephone in his home, and other technological products were scarce, mostly replaced by magical items.
Although Tohsaka Aoi was puzzled by the message, as a virtuous wife and mother, she still supported her husband’s actions.
She stated that Rin was still at school and that she would pick her up and bring her back to Fuyuki once school let out this afternoon.
If it were urgent, she could go to the school now, but it would attract attention.
Gwyn said there was no rush.
After Tokiomi relayed this, Aoi decided to pack first and return to Fuyuki after Rin finished school.
Afterwards, Tokiomi asked Gwyn for instructions on their next move and revealed that his disciple, Kotomine Kirei, was also a participant in this Holy Grail War.
Furthermore, he had previously formed a pact with him, and the other party would help him obtain the Holy Grail.
“Kotomine Kirei…”
Gwyn tried to recall information about this person.
After a moment, he remembered some information: the pleasure-seeking Mapo Priest.
Before awakening his true nature, he had maintained a persona of a saint without desires.
“Has he summoned a Servant?”
Just as Gwyn asked this, he felt an aura full of killing intent approaching.
“Oh, a Servant is here.”
Gwyn casually donned his melted helmet and unhurriedly put on his gauntlets.
“Just finished summoning a Servant today, and someone already can’t wait to come knocking.”
“I don’t know whether to say you, Tokiomi, are being targeted, or if someone thinks I’m an easy target.”
Gwyn felt offended.
In the past, as one who had slain gods, even if some did not appreciate his grand feat of being about to enter the First Flame to link the fire and save the world…
They would at least refrain from acting recklessly out of fear of his terrifying power.
Yet he didn’t expect that on his first day in the Type-Moon World, a Servant would treat him like an easy target and come directly to his door to provoke him.
However, what he didn’t know was that this was simply because Fanatic had only learned from the Kotomine father and son that:
The Three Founding Families of every generation would inevitably summon Servants.
That is to say, she only confirmed the existence of three heretical Mages; she didn’t know about the other Masters and Servants.
At that time, according to the magical compass held by the Supervisor, Risei Kotomine, they could only confirm that the Tohsaka Family and the Einzbern Family had summoned Servants.
The latter was far overseas, while the Tohsaka Family was close at hand.
As for the Matou Family, Fanatic had actually gone there first.
After all, wouldn’t a chosen participant of the Holy Grail War without a Servant’s protection be at their weakest?
Taking the opportunity to kill this heretical Mage who craved the Holy Grail was the best chance.
But when Fanatic arrived at the Matou residence, she felt a violent aura.
It turned out that during her short journey, the Matou Family had also summoned a Servant.
And it was one of the only two classes among the Seven Great Classes that could be precisely summoned by chanting a special incantation.
Berserker.
The other was Assassin.
Because Berserkers are granted the Mad Enhancement effect, their rationality decreases.
Therefore, they are often compensated with a large boost to their base attributes.
Furthermore, after arriving at the Matou residence, she found that she seemed to have been noticed.
Thus, judging that she had no advantage for a sneak attack, Fanatic decisively left, not intending to face Berserker head-on.
She only intended to find an opportunity to take out the Matou Family’s Master.
Once the anchor was gone, the Servant would naturally dissipate and exit after a period of time, unless they possessed an ability like Independent Action.
So she finally changed direction and came to the vicinity of the Tohsaka Residence to observe.
Having been rooted there for so many years, the Tohsaka Residence naturally had many magical boundaries and traps set up; she wouldn’t be so foolish as to charge straight in.
As for the pact with the Tohsaka Family that Kotomine Kirei had mentioned…
Fanatic didn’t care at all.
The moment Kotomine Kirei summoned her, the pact was declared broken.
Unless, from the very beginning, Tokiomi did not desire the Holy Grail.
In the creed of the Hassan Order that Fanatic believed in, any existence that craved or pursued a certain vessel was a heretic.
And just like her nickname, Fanatic’s faith in Hassan had reached the level of a religious zealot.
How could someone like her associate with heretics?
She even knew that her current Master’s faith was in Christianity, and she had thoughts of proselytizing to him, wanting him to join the Hassan Order with her.
If possible, she was perfectly willing to spend some time proselytizing.
But for now, her focus was on judging the other heretics, and she couldn’t spare the time.
“Is there a boundary here too?”
Fanatic stopped outside the boundary to observe, using her Noble Phantasm: Phantasm Blood to release the Noble Phantasm of another Hassan: Meditative Nerve.
During her lifetime, Fanatic had frantically imitated and learned the miraculous abilities of the eighteen generations of Hassans, eventually mastering all abilities except for those of the first Hassan, King Hassan.
Meditative Nerve was the ability of one of those Hassans.
It could perceive the flow of wind, water, electricity, magical energy, and so on; it was a perception-type Noble Phantasm.
It could be used to grasp the surrounding terrain and even discover the weaknesses and flaws of magical boundaries, destroying them silently.
As the Noble Phantasm took effect, a large amount of information flooded into her mind.
Among it, a scorching aura emerged, warm like the sun, but one that would burn or even incinerate anyone who approached.
The next moment, Fanatic’s eyes widened.
She took two steps back and looked up.
Because the owner of that aura had, at some unknown point, walked out of the Tohsaka Residence and was standing atop the high wall, looking down at her from above like a god.
Clearly, his entire body was full of openings.
Yet Fanatic had a feeling that the moment she moved, she would die in the next instant.
“Ant, when did I grant you the right to peer at me?”
Gwyn’s tone betrayed no emotion, yet Fanatic felt a startling killing intent from it.
The sense of threat this Servant gave her was far stronger than that of the Matou Family’s Berserker.
She didn’t know how the other party had detected her presence, even though her Presence Concealment A had been active throughout, never once interrupted.
Nor had she, as she did at the Matou residence, caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous, ugly Magic Bug out of the corner of her eye.
‘Run!’
Fanatic had lost the ability to think at this point; only one thought remained in her mind.
Fortunately, she had just used Meditative Nerve to perceive the surrounding terrain, and she could use that to plan an escape route.
She turned into a black shadow, flickering back and forth across the surrounding houses, occasionally ducking into the gaps between buildings to hide her figure.
Gwyn did not give chase; instead, spatial ripples appeared around him, and he casually pulled a straight sword from them.
An Astora Straight Sword reinforced to the maximum level—it was enough to be called a god-slaying weapon, but whether it could actually slay a god depended on who the wielder was.
Holding the hilt, Gwyn didn’t use any force at all; he gave it a light toss, as if throwing away trash.
The straight sword flew out, passing through a wall and easily blasting a giant hole in it.
After blasting through over a dozen walls, Fanatic heard the sound and looked back, only to see the tip of the sword enlarging in her vision.
The blade carried a wild wind as it whistled toward her.
Noble Phantasm: Delusional Flash Shadow.
Fanatic activated her Noble Phantasm, controlling her long hair to dance wildly and strike the straight sword frantically.
Finally, the straight sword veered off, grazing her skin and taking a few drops of blood with it.
With a “boom,” it pierced into the ground nearby, smashing a large hole like a small meteorite.
This sword had been intended to pierce her skull.
After it veered, only the shockwave and a few stone fragments hit her.
But from the shockwave alone, Fanatic was sent flying over a dozen meters, coughing up blood.
She had no choice but to activate another Noble Phantasm in the emergency and flee in a pathetic state.
Gwyn watched from afar as spatial fluctuations appeared around him again, and the thrown straight sword returned to his inventory.
He didn’t pursue; giving her a warning was enough.
It would be too boring to lose someone right at the start.
Behind him, Tokiomi watched all this, dumbstruck.