Magician in Type-Moon

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This is crucial. According to El-Melloi II's intelligence, the Holy Grail in this Holy Grail War is already corrupted, and if the Holy Grail ritual is completed, it will cause a huge disaster.

When only two of the seven Servants remain alive, the Holy Grail will descend.

Therefore, it is necessary to ensure that at least three Servants survive when the Holy Grail is resolved.

"Miss Solau, to your knowledge, how many Servants are still active on the battlefield in Fuyuki?"

"Not counting you guys, as far as I know, there should be five more: Lancer, Archer, Caster, Berserker, and Saber."

Solau was unaware that Berserker had perished in the forests of Einzbern.

“Miss Solau, do you know if anything strange happened today? You know, the kind of thing that's pretty obvious at a glance, something that looks really amazing.”

Solau was somewhat surprised to hear the image of a young Leonardo da Vinci suddenly appear out of thin air. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Well, tonight, there seems to have been a battle at the Einzbern stronghold, which is Saber's base, but the exact outcome is unclear."

"Then a major battle must have broken out at Ryudou Temple. The fluctuations in magical energy alone were enough to draw everyone's attention."

Although such information may seem useless, it still gave the Chaldea members some direction for thought.

Although there hasn't been much progress, at least we're not completely lost anymore.

Just then, Mashu tentatively mentioned it.

Has anyone seen Fufu?

?

!

Fufu? Fufu! ! !

......

"Fu! Fufu!!"

Struggling, struggling incessantly, but having lost the power of the Fourth Beast, Casey Palug can now only be considered a cute pet.

Black and red smoke billowed over its body, swirling and rolling across its white fur.

It's like...petting a dog?

"This little guy is really disobedient. I don't know how your previous owner raised you."

"Fufu!! Fufufu!"

"Alright, alright, Merlin really is a damned guy. I'll teach him a lesson next time."

"Fufu..."

"Is this the Fourth Beast? It doesn't look like much." Angra Mainyu said arrogantly, sitting cross-legged on the hollow rock beneath Ryudou-ji Temple.

Meanwhile, nestled in the thick fog, Fou was about to give Angela Manuel the same treatment Merlin had received—the Super Spiral Invincible Explosive Kill Merlin's Spinning Kick!

But just as it was about to pounce, it was pulled back by the mist.

I wanted to escape, but I couldn't.

"By the way, has your plan been exposed? How did you manage to get involved with Chaldea?"

Angra Mainyu actually wanted to pet the dog, but the moment Fou arrived, he was given a flying kick.

In addition, his unreliable behavior made it reasonable for him to be disliked.

"No, it's just that Caster caused such a commotion that the passage between the real world and the City of Desolation was opened. Logically speaking, this could indeed be considered a world-ending crisis."

"You always try to absolve yourself of all responsibility, but wasn't this all your doing?"

Indeed, the projection of the ancient demon god that Caster summoned using the gate was pulled out from the City of Desolation, although Caster only used it to defeat Rider.

But the more profound impact was opening a passage between the mortal world and the City of the Dead, allowing Beelzebub to influence the mortal world. All of this was a deal between the person shrouded in the fog and Beelzebub.

"What to do now?"

"Don't worry, isn't their goal the Holy Grail? Just give it to them, won't that solve the problem?"

"Fufu!" Fufu exclaimed excitedly when she heard the two of them plotting loudly in front of her.

The two didn't seem to care and continued talking about what had just happened.

"The Holy Grail? Didn't you want to use it yourself? You gave it to Chaldea, so what will you use it for?"

"Who said we were going to give them the Holy Grail of Fuyuki?" As she spoke, a bright yellow cup appeared from the thick fog.

"This is?"

"The Holy Grail, it is the real deal, a relic of the dove."

"?"

"Fu!" StunnedΣ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Where did you come from?" Angra Mainyu was genuinely surprised this time.

"Fu?"

"Didn't I tell you? Of course, it was taken from the new city lord of Luoyan City. Do you expect me to pay for this?"

Chapter 149 Second Generation

When Webber Velvet returned to the Mackenzie couple's home in the deep mountains, the night sky was already beginning to lighten.

He walked for several hours on the national highway at night. If he hadn't managed to flag down a taxi along the way, he definitely wouldn't have made it back to the city by dawn.

Weber was at a loss as to whether to be grateful or angry at his good fortune in finding an empty taxi in such a remote place.

Actually, the moment he fought Caster was when he truly needed a stroke of luck.

Weber was dejected because his luck always seemed to come at the wrong time.

After getting out of the taxi, Weber let out a long sigh after a long night of marching.

Just then, he heard someone calling his name.

"Hey Webber. I'm here, I'm here."

The sound was coming from above.

Weber looked up and saw that the old man Glenn, whom he thought was having a good dream, was sitting on the roof of the second floor, waving to Weber at the door.

"Grandpa? What...what are you doing?!"

"It's alright, it's alright. Come on up too... let's have a chat, just the two of us."

Weber doubted whether old man Glenn was senile and that was why he was behaving so strangely; frankly, he was too lazy to play along.

He had just endured the freezing cold and his legs were almost cramping. He really wanted to crawl into bed as soon as possible to rest his body before setting off back to London.

Although he spoke in a very calm tone, for some reason, old man Glenn insisted that Weber accompany him.

Since things had come to this point, Weber, who had nothing else to do anyway, had no choice but to keep them company.

Sitting on the roof on a nearly frosty winter morning requires some endurance. Weber, who stepped out of the skylight, couldn't help but shrink back as the howling north wind blew him away. The cold wind, with no shelter, was much more biting than it was on the ground.

"Sit down. Here, Grandpa has prepared coffee; it'll warm you up."

As the elderly Ge Lian spoke casually, he poured hot liquid from the thermos next to him.

He was wearing a down jacket and wrapped in several blankets, seemingly well-prepared for the cold.

Weber was stunned. What was this old man trying to do? He was already so old, yet he was still putting himself through this.

"Grandpa...when did you start sitting here?"

“I woke up in the early morning and found that you hadn’t come back yet. Anyway, it’s about time to see the constellations of spring, so I thought I’d come online once in a while to look at the sky and wait for my grandson to come home in the morning.”

"What's wrong, Webber? Didn't you love this place when you were little? We even watched the stars together several times, remember?"

"Hmm... I guess so." Weber had no idea about the past, so he just gave a casual reply while gazing at the scenery below.

The old man sighed as he recalled his lonely past.

“My real grandchildren have never been up on this roof, and Martha is afraid of heights, so whenever I look up at the stars, I'm always alone…”

"..."

"Weber, I'm asking you, you're not our grandson, are you?"

The hint... has been cracked—and by this kind, ordinary old man with no magical talent whatsoever.

"..."

"Since I don't understand your situation, I don't know if I can still ask you for this favor... But if possible, could we continue like this for a while longer?"

Weber didn't want to talk at all at that moment. Even the most basic hypnotic suggestion failed, and excuses like bad luck or accidents didn't hold water.

His magic tricks couldn't even maintain their effectiveness on a kind-hearted person who asked, "Please keep lying to me."

After such a crushing defeat, this level of blow is still... quite devastating...

"Okay, fine..." Since we've already lost, we might as well stay here for a couple more days to calm down.

"Ugh..."

A sigh came from the woods outside the house.

Old man Glenn, who was sitting next to Weber, suddenly collapsed on the roof.

Weber became alert in an instant.

Are there attackers? But can I, in my current state, even defeat them?

The expected attack did not come. Instead, a middle-aged man with long, flowing hair and a furrowed brow emerged from the woods.

He looks just like a programmer who works hard at his job all year round, the only difference being that he's not bald.

"you are?"

"Lord El-Melloi II, successor to Kenneth."

The person who came directly announced his name startled Weber.

Oh no! The truth has come out. How did they find out so quickly?

Startled, Weber had even given up trying to figure out why the Mineral Lord of the Clock Tower had been replaced in just a few days.