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Chapter 397 The Sword Drawn at the Time of Demon's Appearance
However, hearing a man's promise is equivalent to saying, "No matter what you do, I'll cover for you, so go ahead and do it."

The swordswoman, who had her hand on the [Kashuu Kiyomitsu] sword at her waist, did not immediately draw her blade.

The two people in front of him, who had been 'plotting loudly', suddenly dropped to a precipitous pitch, almost inaudible, and were about to switch to whispering.

Instead, she replied to the man, "I will meet your expectations, Master," and then cautiously placed the knife beside her.

At the same time, he suppressed the murderous intent that had reached its breaking point in his heart.

He calmed his mind to the greatest extent possible and concealed his presence.

To prevent his body from revealing murderous intent and startling his intended 'prey'.

This battle must be fought as perfectly as Master's.

These two were speaking softly, in order to gain a greater advantage by fully recording each other's plans.

Let's get a little closer and gather more information about the other side's plans for Master.

The swordswoman had already discerned in the man's words his expectation that she would demonstrate her growth in this battle.

This independent hunt for men was entirely entrusted to me, which was clearly a sign of trust in me, and also carried a hint of self-training.

Therefore, the swordsman named Okita Souji resolved to emulate the fighting mindset of men and utilize his wisdom.

To deliver a perfect answer to a man is to receive a reward that leaves one physically exhausted.

The swordswoman took a deep breath.

In just a moment, he synchronized his breathing with that of the enemy, minimizing their intuition and sixth sense.

Then, little by little, I soothed his body.

After loosening the tense muscles, much like pounding the fascia of meat when making meatballs.

She tiptoed like a cat.

Like a ghost, it 'drifted' towards Okada Izou and Kenneth, who were talking.

The social circle that the man 'lent' her was incomplete.

Her current state of concealment relies on the [Aura Concealment A+] provided by the man.

It also adds the bonus of [Circle] which greatly reduces the presence of the user in non-combat states.

Judging from Okada Izo's behavior of looking back at herself in front of the hotel, she must be extremely careful if she wants to obtain information.

Meanwhile, under the influence of the man, the swordswoman had already begun to learn how to analyze the battle situation.

He also gained considerable experience in finding the right opportunity to 'hunt' down enemies and obtain the greatest reward.

Now is clearly not the time to make a move that would maximize the man's interests.

Before killing someone, you must extract every last drop of value from them.

Extremely cautiously 'floated' several meters away, and stood at a distance where he could clearly hear the two people talking.

The swordswoman then heard Okada Izo's somewhat cold, slightly warning words.

"Don't try to play tricks on me."

"Since we agreed to cooperate..."

"Then I don't want to hear your boring excuse that 'your fiancée is going to the Magic Association to arrange some matters and can't make a promise immediately'!"

"Contact your fiancée, Sora, right away!"

As he spoke, Okada Izo suddenly drew half of his katana from his waist.

Before the knife was even drawn, it was already combined with the murderous intent emanating from the body.

It created a chilling aura that made Kenneth tremble and almost kneel down.

Its brain capacity did not support further thought, and after entering the barrier, it realized that the connection between Master and Servant was becoming increasingly weak.

Like a phone call with a bad signal, submitting information requires repeated confirmation.

Unwilling to continue troubling his Master, Okada Izou, upon encountering obstacles, devised a solution in just one second using his habitual thinking.

For disobedient oxen and horses, first give them a kick, then a good lash with a whip.

That will fix their problem.

Therefore, he very decisively aroused in Kenneth a desire that even a monkey could understand—[survival].

Fear spurred him on, making the cattle and horses in his eyes seem like animals he could kill at a moment's notice.

"You must ensure that the Servant who possesses the cannon obeys orders and acts according to plan!"

"Immediately, right now, pass the order to your fiancée!"

As he spoke, Okada Izo watched Kenneth's legs tremble rapidly, like a drumbeat.

Recalling the string of obscure and difficult-to-understand titles his master had used to describe the other party, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

[A weakling, despite his big name, impressive entourage, and nice clothes.]

But they're no different from those city lords and generals who promised me anything just by brandishing their swords when I was alive.

He tilted his head and glanced out the window at the strange view outside the hotel's 24th floor.

This further convinced him that he had done the right thing in his life.

Even after so many years, people's houses have become much taller and their clothes have become much more stylish.

The way generals and nobles traveled changed from riding horses to riding in metal vehicles called automobiles.

But as long as you put a knife to someone's throat, you can still get what you want.

With this thought in mind, he suddenly took a step forward with unparalleled momentum.

He subtly used his 'intention' to shout at Kenneth, then went further and made demands on his collaborator.

"[After the Sea Demon appears, bombard the church stronghold while the human skin on its hands is ablaze!]"

"You must make sure this happens! I'll be watching you!"
"Furthermore, immediately dispel this barrier that is blocking the connection between Masters and Servants, and is almost severing the effect of the Command Seals!"

As the human skin in Kenneth's hand quietly glowed, it produced some unknown effects.

This subtly and gradually damaged Kenneth's mental health.

Okada Izo's loud shout was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It decisively broke Kenneth's backbone of dignity, turning him into a beast completely dominated by fear.

Its legs, which had been struggling and trembling, collapsed like an avalanche.

He slumped to the ground, trembling all over, his eyes glazed over as he watched Okada Izo touch his katana once more.

Under the continuous influence of the human skin, he reacted like a dog that knows it's time to eat and starts wagging its tail as soon as it hears the sound of freeze-dried food being poured.

He waved his hand to dispel the barrier, then awkwardly knelt on the ground and started turning the dial, reaching for the phone.

"The Magic Association?"

"I am Kenneth."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed quite surprised.

"Your Excellency El-Melloi, Lady Sora has come to us..."

"It's not about the succession of the head of the Tohsaka family or how to preserve the body containing the Magic Crest."

"It's not about the [Holy Church] Women's Association offending anyone."

Kenneth looked at Okada Izou, who stood to the side like a gatekeeper, and explained his purpose with great fear.

"I'm looking for Sora."

“Let her come back, she needs to.”
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Having obtained the complete intelligence, he looked at the strange human skin in Kenneth's hand, which radiated an unusual color.

The swordswoman's eyes widened instantly, and she instinctively gripped the long sword in her hand.

Then, very cautiously, she conveyed to the man that she needed off-field support.

"Master, besides that swordsman, there are unknown enemies."

"The person behind that strange human skin is also someone we need to be wary of."

"Perhaps that magician needs specialized personnel to deal with him."

Recalling the performance of the barrier separating the Master and Servant, the swordswoman instantly came up with a solution.

"Master, do you have a method to isolate the transfer of Command Seals between Master and Servant, or any support in terms of magic?"
"I might need to make sure someone handles the magician, and then make sure the swordsman can't escape."

Recalling the human skin that almost tricked him, the unusually cautious Fang Yi tilted his head.

Looking at Ms. Aozaki, who had finished repairing her Mystic Code and was repeating the plan to herself, she was all ready to go.

He updated the task without changing his expression.

"Miss Aozaki."

Fang Yi was interrupted by Miss Aozaki's correction of his form of address before he could finish speaking.

"Orange, there is no Miss."

Then, lacking confidence, Ms. Aozaki offered an unnecessary explanation.

"I have a younger sister with whom I don't get along. She shares the same surname as me, Aozaki, and also has Aozaki family blood."

"So if you call me Aozaki, I will."

Miss Orange seemed to be deliberately showing disgust, using her younger sister as a shield.

Fang Yi, going along with the flow, updated the way he addressed her.

"Orange, can you set up a barrier to isolate the Master and Servant from each other?"
"A battle that can be decided in a short time requires this."

"When I'm killing the 'fish,' I don't want word to leak out and cause any complications. You need to."

After Fang Yi explained his plan, Miss Orange, who was already dressed, raised her head slightly.

He said it with great pride.

“No problem.

"Although I'm not very good at it, I haven't forgotten some of the basic skills of a magician."

"Leave the cooperation with that Servant to me."

Then Miss Orange opened her arms and walked towards the man with an expectant look on her face.

While demanding a hug, he launched a reversed Heavenly Gang 'attack'.

"Don't you say something before I fight for you?"
"Such as what ancient warriors would say, 'May your martial prowess be great,' or something like that?"

Fang Yi did not hug the other person, but unexpectedly raised his hand.

He straightened the woman's coat, whose collar was slightly disheveled from her hasty dressing.

Miss Orange's words stirred up some vivid memories of swordsmen when he was slaying demons.

Therefore, he unusually did not smile.

Instead, he spoke in a very calm and earnest manner.

The phrase is "May your military prowess be great."

"But it's a bit old-fashioned to say these things now."

The man turned his head to look at the dilapidated workshop, at the desktop that had been cleared out because of his study of alchemy.

He uttered very simple words.

"The promised Alchemy is far from finished."

"so."

The man looked at the woman and uttered a very affirmative statement.

"Win it, and then let's continue our story."

Upon hearing the man's words, Miss Orange immediately turned her head away.

He then picked up the [Crystal Mayfly] and responded rather indifferently.

"Honestly, it's not a final battle, so I'm not going to die."

"Why are you suddenly saying something like that?"

Then, changing the subject, he resolutely made a promise.

"You need me to deal with that Lord, right?"

"Then, it's an agreement."

"I will win for you."

After saying those cool words, Miss Orange turned and left.

All that was left for Fang Yi was a handsome back view.

But this handsome silhouette didn't last long before it was 'defeated' by Fang Yi's lighthearted banter from behind.

"Orange, that [Crystal Mayfly] in your hand."
"It seems like it's upside down; the muzzle is..."

Upon hearing Fang Yi's 'friendly' reminder, Miss Orange suddenly limped.

After a brief pause, Miss Orange did not give any response.

Instead, she chose to run away without looking back, quickly and embarrassingly escaping the man's sight.

As Fang Yi's lips curled into a wicked smile, he also dialed Miss Merlin's hotline to exchange intelligence.

"Be careful with that human skin. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll need to stay there a little longer."

"The other two girls, barring any unforeseen circumstances, have [derivative worlds]."
"If possible, please..."
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The third day of the Holy Grail War.

Fifteen minutes and thirty-one seconds until sunset, Fuyuki City Bridge.

Standing on the bridge, enjoying the breeze, Zhang Yong peered out at the unusually deserted mouth of the Weiyuan River.

This man, whose appearance was quite ordinary, concealed his body beneath his black clothes that were fluttering in the wind.

At this moment, a countdown had already appeared in his mind, symbolizing the start of the battle and the beginning of the increase in ownership of the [Scroll of the Dead].

If nothing unexpected happens, the Sea Demon that Shen Li promised will appear at the river mouth in a few minutes.

As planned, it attracted the attention of the [Holy Church] and its followers and reincarnators.

[Zhang Yong] glanced at the vaguely visible church again and began a rather pointless Master-Servant mental exchange.

"normal?"

"Everything is normal, the red archer has arrived."

"The man's fiancée and the heroic spirit are also 'in place'."

"However, there is another 'agent' in the church who is suspected to be a reincarnator. He is male, but he will probably be attracted to the [Sea Demon] soon."

After a regular communication session, the plan was confirmed to be correct.

Zhang Yong then looked in the direction of the Wei Palace residence.

Your own servant will ensure that the servant skilled in [Artillery] fires.

To attempt to destroy the church and eliminate its command and mobilization capabilities.

And that white-horse-riding, silver-spear general (Rider Zhao Yun) who resides in the [church].

The successful alliance of the Red Archers and the artillery-bombing Servant has delayed the situation.

Finally, with the help of Shen Li, Master and Servant will sever the connection and trap Master.

To carry out a sweeping victory and fulfill one of the "Last Wish" of the "Scroll of the Deceased".

And he would intercept and kill the blonde, blue-eyed, and powerful Saber, thus gaining ownership of the [Scroll of the Dead].

At the same time, he can also fulfill his promise to Shen Li to kill the servant, in exchange for the other party's help in delaying the two reincarnators.

Finally, he used the [Scroll of the Deceased] as a bargaining chip to activate the [Book of Time] once again.

It's time to kill that man who calls himself Fang Renyi.
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As the red sun gradually sets and rises above the river mouth, it becomes visible to all the people in the city.

The Church of Sanctuary must deal with the Sea Demon in accordance with the principle of concealment and mystery.

Zhang Yong subconsciously gripped the stone longsword tightly.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should make his appearance after the cannon fire and his servant confirms the plan's implementation.

However, the next moment, the sound of cannon fire rang out.

Zhang Yong subconsciously confirmed the plan with his follower, but received news that made his heart sink.

He and his servants lost contact instantly.

Even Command Seals cannot work.

The plan stalled before it could even take its first step.

He looked toward the church, then gripped the human skin tightly and took a deep breath.

There are heroic spirits there that he intends to have his Servants kill to advance his plans.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhang Yong made his decision.

Unexpected events may occur, but they will not stop me.

I also possess the confidence and ability to take on two, or even three, opponents single-handedly.

[Please resolve this quickly.]

The man moved and disappeared into the increasingly dim sky.

At this moment, there are 8 minutes and 11 seconds left until sunset.

The time of encounter with the demon is approaching.
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A street rarely visited by people.

Looking at Aozaki Touko, who appeared at the end of the street wearing an orange trench coat, she opened a barrier that shielded the Master-Servant connection.

And Saber Okita Souji, standing to the side with a sword in hand.

Without a moment's hesitation, Okada Izo gripped the katana in his hand.

The swordswoman also grasped [Kyushu Kiyomitsu].

Without exchanging any words, the two men understood each other's identities and intentions with just a glance.

They also sensed the killing intent emanating from the other party.

At the same time, the same thought arose in my mind.

This is a battle that must be won, a fight that must be decided, for the Master!

This battle will be over soon.

The next moment, the long swords in their hands were drawn, illuminating the somewhat dim sky.

At this moment, there are seven minutes and thirty-one seconds left until sunset.

(End of this chapter)