A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"A god-slayer...!?" Rin looked at Shirou with astonishment.

For Rin, Shirou has been shrouded in mystery for the past ten years, leaving her with countless enigmas.

Now, Scáthach has finally revealed some of the mysteries that were like a fog, and these discoveries have surprised Rin while also giving her a sense of excitement in exploring the unknown.

"No need to be so surprised, Master. Whether he is a magician or a god-slayer, I will personally verify his special qualities with the gun in my hand."

Scáthach made a fist with her right hand, and a blood-red magic spear with unique patterns appeared in her jade hand, which was covered by a purple gauze glove.

The Celts never used language to understand a person or a thing. The only way the Celts understood the world was through fighting and battle.

Scáthach is now even trying to disregard the unspoken rule that the Holy Grail War cannot be conducted during the day and is going to test Shirou's abilities.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Sensing the intense fighting spirit Scáthach exuded from her, Rin was startled and quickly called out to her.

"There's plenty of time tonight if you want to fight. You can have your duel with him later."

With Rin's words of dissuasion, Scáthach finally restrained her impulse, and the crimson spear in her hand dissipated.

"Let's talk about it tonight then. Don't run away, okay?"

Finally, after giving Shirou a final, wine-red glance with a smile, the proud queen in deep purple entered a spirit form.

As the queen disappeared, Shirou looked at Rin beside him.

"So this is your Servant. I think I understand why you're so confident now."

"Hmph, don't you dare wet your pants tonight!"

After saying this provocative sentence, Rin raised her head slightly and left.

"Their personalities are really similar..."

After making this comment, Shirou looked at Sakura, who was following behind him.

"Let's go, let's go to the mall to buy groceries and cook dinner."

"Ah."

Sakura nodded and obediently followed Shirou.

The girl followed Shirou at a leisurely pace, her eyes slightly lowered, as if she were thinking about something.

……

Next to Fuyuki City, a private plane from London slowly landed on the tarmac.

The hatch opened, and a woman with chestnut hair in a single ponytail stepped out, wearing tall boots and carrying a small leather suitcase.

A woman's beauty, when placed in a crowd, is like the most dazzling star among a multitude, so radiant and captivating.

Barthelon Loreleia is a noble among nobles, the youngest magic marshal in the Clock Tower, and the pinnacle of modern magicians.

"Is this Japan...?"

Lorelei looked at the city's scenery and murmured something to herself.

"It's more barren than I thought."

As she was talking to herself, the magician who looked like a bodyguard immediately stepped forward and spoke with utmost respect.

“Miss Barthemello, the car is waiting outside. Please come in. We have completed most of the construction of the magic workshop, but the most crucial part still requires your help.”

“Yes, I understand.” Loreleia nodded and handed the briefcase she was carrying to the magician.

The latter quickly and respectfully accepted it, then jogged to the back of the car to open the door for Lorelei.

"please."

Lorelei stepped gracefully into the car.

Qunerling scattered the leeks at noon.

Inside the luxuriously decorated car, Lorelei pressed a button, and a champagne bottle rose up from a pedestal, resembling a standing storage cabinet.

Loreleia picked up her wine glass, poured herself a drink, and took a small sip.

"I will be in top form for this Holy Grail War, Lord El-Melloi II. I hope you can give me a little fun."

For Loreleia, this Holy Grail War, which was taking place in this small Far East region, was nothing more than her own personal show.

The only thing that could pique her interest was El-Melloi II, who had become quite famous in the Clock Tower in recent years.

Even so, Lorelei

Yaya didn't take the current head of the El-Melloi faction seriously. Although she acknowledged his extensive theoretical knowledge of magic, his actual magical skills were only average in the Clock Tower.

This is still a lenient way of putting it.

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"With the power of the Berserker I summoned, I can crush any opponent I encounter."

Loreleia was very confident in the Berserker she had summoned, not only because of the base stat bonuses from the Berserker class, but also because of the character she had summoned.

Initially, the intention was simply to use the relic to summon an epic figure, but it seems that some unexpected things happened. Loreleia summoned a witch who occupies a place in the legend of King Arthur.

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Moreover, this witch has completely deviated from the original "King Arthurian legend," as if she came from another world.

Class: Berserker

Master: Bartholomew Loreleia

Real name: Morgan

Height: 154cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Strength: C Endurance: E Agility: B Magic: A+ Luck: B Noble Phantasm: EX

Class Skills:

"Berserk": B "Magic Resistance": A "Item Creation": EX "Territory Construction": B "Fairy Eyes": A

Inherent skills:

"The Allure of Desire": B "The Blessing of the Lake": C "From the End": A

Possess a treasure:

"An unattainable paradise": EX

Although he is a Berserker, he has not lost his mind and is able to communicate normally.

Loreleia felt that this Holy Grail War was a stage tailor-made for her.

She will surely stand at the center of this stage, making all her opponents the audience watching her lift the trophy.

……

"Winter in Fuyuki City is still the same as always."

The young man, who already had a bit of stubble, rubbed his hands together and exhaled.

He strolled along the street, heading towards a Catholic church not far ahead.

He was holding an envelope in his hand.

"What kind of person will this so-called partner be...?"

Standing at the church entrance, Weber could see through the slightly ajar door the magnificent, pure white hall inside.

With a touch of trepidation, Weber stepped into the church.

Faced with this magnificent building and the ethereal chanting within, if the Weber Velvet standing here were the same person he was ten years ago, he would probably be quite timid at this moment.

However, Webber Velvet has now matured and has persevered for ten years with the same dedication as a student facing the college entrance exam.

Although his skill in magic did not improve much due to a lack of talent, his knowledge in various fields made him more learned than any professor.

In fact, Weber forged his own path in this direction, allowing him to thrive even more and enter entirely new fields.

Ten years is enough time for a person to grow, not to mention the extraordinary effort Weber put in for it.

"Unfortunately, the Holy Grail War doesn't require the knowledge of magicians..."

There's very little a magician can do in the Holy Grail War.

With some exceptions.

Chapter Twenty: The Hero Given by Heaven

Just as Waver was wondering if the boy from ten years ago would reappear in this Holy Grail War, a calm voice rang in Waver's mind.

“Master, I sense the presence of other Servants inside.”

Waver immediately became alert upon hearing the reminder from the spirit-like Servant.

“Servant… that means the other party has already qualified…” Waver frowned, looking at the envelope in his hand with some doubt.

"If that's the case, then why did you invite me in the first place?"

Suddenly, a multitude of guesses flashed through Weber's mind. He was like a detective, trying to find clues from the slightest hints.

Weber was very interested in the Sherlock Holmes stories and read them frequently, which made his mind very sharp and made him pay more attention to details that ordinary people would miss.

"Since you're a competitor, are you trying to lure me into a trap?"

Weber looked around the church and found it to be fairly spacious.

“If a trap were to be set, it would be easy to avoid…” Weber pondered, then asked the spirit-like Servant, “Archer, what do you think?”

"There's no sense of magic, so there shouldn't be any magic traps, but modern weapons could easily target M."

"Aster causes you damage."

Weber nodded in approval.

"It seems there's a good chance of a battle today. Are you ready, Archer?"

“Of course, my Master,” Archer said in a calm tone.

Although Archer is not suited for melee combat, his tone suggested that he had no concern about it whatsoever.