The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Facing the broken Balmont, Manshu simply let out a soft laugh.

"The voice of fate has never faded from my ears, and the sound of the three goddesses weaving is still clearly audible."

"Swipdager said with certainty."

"Of course, for the weaving of fate began the moment I raised my sword. The spinning wheel of the three goddesses spun Gram, and also those two swords of victory."

This is the fate I have brought about, a fate carried out according to my will, and you are rightfully within this fate, naturally able to hear its voice.

The smile on Manshu's face did not fade, but instead became even more pronounced.

He sheathed the broken sword, but drew the short sword from his waist and continued to point it at Swipdag.

"Fate has woven such a story simply because I wished it to be so."

As Manshu spoke, he raised the short sword in his hand.

"Since Hardin is your nemesis, then why isn't Dag? Just watch, Odin's power will be revealed here, and the pierced fate cannot stop the eternal spear."

In the Norse mythology created by Ribbard, Hardin is also portrayed as having shot down Dag of Helgi with the Eternal Spear.

The stories of Swipdag are mostly built within the Liberd mythology.

So although it's somewhat distant from 9, this relationship is still useful.

It's not exactly a special attack, but it's enough to affect the warrior in front of you.

“Odin’s spear alone is enough to deter ordinary people, so why borrow the names of Dag and Hardin?”

Swipdag simply shook his head, but an unavoidable sense of apprehension flickered in his eyes.

"So it just so happens that the battle has reached a stalemate right when I arrived? Well, that's perfect, I'm here to stop this fight."

Just then, Arash's voice rang out from the side. The guy found a plank from somewhere, stepped on it, and swam down to the bottom of the two.

"With the power of Odin, I give you the Valkyrie's flying swan robe; take it, Archer."

After all, not everyone has the ability to fly. Swipdagg only managed to do this thanks to the power of the Primal Runes.

As for where the original runes' knowledge came from, perhaps it was Frey, or perhaps his mother, or perhaps one of his fathers.

Manjushri didn't see that Arash was standing on the wooden plank below, so he directly summoned Odin's power, which temporarily formed the swan's feathers.

The magic directly formed a pure white celestial robe, which then enveloped Arash and lifted him into the air.

"Berserker, you've been a great help."

Arash looked at Manshu, gave him a thumbs-up, and grinned, revealing his teeth.

“It’s not a big deal, but you’re thinking of stopping this fight. That might be difficult. This Swipdag doesn’t seem like someone who can be persuaded to leave.”

"Servant Archer, the battle that happened here should have nothing to do with you. Or is it because you have a good relationship with Berserker that you're planning to help?"

For example, my previous action was to remove your name from the Valkyrie list, so what about your name now?

Although Swipdag's voice was calm, he wasn't completely unresponsive; he simply turned around and questioned Swipdag.

"After you attacked from the shadows and committed such a despicable act, do you still think you can be treated as a warrior?"

Manshu scoffed dismissively, not paying any attention to the matter.

He couldn't be bound by such things, especially since he was already in a state where most of his strength had been depleted before the battle.

If it's easy to fight him, then it doesn't matter if we take him all at once. But since it's not easy to fight him, we can be more flexible.

"However, since you are curious about this matter, why don't you go and ask Valkyrie yourself, or go to Hela's underworld now and see if you can wait for the day I go there."

As Manshu spoke, he transformed the short sword in his hand into a spear, the tip of which pointed directly at Svepdag.

"It seems like Valkyrie and such have nothing to do with me, but I do have an agreement with Berserker, so in order not to break my promise, I have no choice but to show some favoritism."

Arash raised his crimson bow without hesitation, and magical arrows naturally rested on it.

"Then let's see."

Swipdagg was about to raise the magic sword in his hand, but suddenly his movement was stopped.

The aura of a dragon suddenly flowed out of his body, even overpowering the aura of divinity.

"Alright then, you two so-called heroes, I'll take the victory next time!"

After hastily finishing his sentence, Swipdag transformed into a streak of fire, disappearing like sunlight across the horizon.

"Was that... a dragon?"

Unsure of what was going on, Arash instinctively looked towards Manshu.

“That’s right, it’s a dragon, and it’s also Swiftdag, but it’s destined to be the end.”

Manshu simply smiled and said.

"There's no need to think about this too much. Let's just fulfill our agreement first."

"Of course, no problem. Let's go for a drink first. This city is really big, and there are plenty of wonderful drinks."

Chapter Twenty-Two: Anomalies and Alliances

"Although this place is not big, it is indeed a good place to drink. I just don't know if you mind."

Arash led Manshu to an izakaya in Akihabara and turned to him, saying...

"The place for drinking is not a place that needs to be overly demanding; even sitting on the ground in a field is perfectly acceptable."

But there is one exception: if the wine is not perfect and exquisite enough, that is a crime that must be punished.

Manshu feigned indifference and laughed, speaking as if in jest.

"That would be a bit of a problem. Although the wine here tastes quite good, it's probably just an ordinary delicacy."

Satisfying a hero like yourself would be quite difficult, so it seems we'll have to turn around and leave it for another time.

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"You're not convincing at all, your acting skills definitely need improvement. But there's really nothing I can do with you. Fine, even if this wine isn't good enough, I won't punish you."

"Since I was partly responsible for this promise, how could I break it today? Let me tell you, you're lucky; you'll have the privilege of enjoying the God's mead today."

Manshu could only sigh and wave his hand before walking into the izakaya.

"Is it the legendary divine wine of the great god Odin? Then I won't stand on ceremony. I didn't expect you to bring such a treasure."

Upon hearing that there was an additional gain, Arash was overjoyed and followed, leaning close to Manshu and smiling as he spoke.

"That's natural. This is also to let you know what kind of fine wine is worthy of a warrior's feast, so that you won't try to fool me with such things next time."

The two walked in and found a place to sit down. Manshu casually drew runes, and the hints and illusions he cast made the izakaya staff and customers not notice anything strange.

Large glasses of beer were quickly served. Manshu took a sniff of the malt aroma, raised his glass, and clinked it with Arash's in front of him.

"Here, cheers."

Arash was told this lightly, and then he drank all the beer in one gulp.

"This is quite interesting, isn't it? The sensation through the throat is really nice."

Arash laughed as he downed his drink in one gulp, looking like a regular here, his cheerful and lively demeanor radiating confidence.

"It's just ordinary stuff, nothing new to me."

The beer served here is indeed just the kind of beer you can find anywhere else in the market, but for Arash, it might be something novel.

"It seems so. My Master said that this thing originated in Europe. Why don't I try the Great God's Honey Wine?"

Arash let out a hearty laugh and leaned closer, full of anticipation.

"Then you should open your eyes wide and see what real fine wine is."

Manshu, naturally full of confidence, picked up an empty wine glass, pointed at it, and began to speak.

"The King of the Gods made his promise so that he could drink the mead from the Fountain of Wisdom every morning."

For this mead brewed with the blood of sages, Odin disguised himself as a giant's servant and performed the work of nine men.

Then, using all sorts of sweet talk and tricks, he seduced the giant's daughter and successfully stole the mead.

The moment Manshu finished speaking, wine appeared out of thin air in the empty glass.

A rich, sweet aroma wafted from the glass; just smelling it was almost intoxicating.

"Just by looking at it, I know this must be an unparalleled divine wine, so I won't hold back."

Arash twitched his nose, impatiently grabbing the cup and inhaling the overflowing aroma, then slowly savoring the taste of the mead.

"There are plenty of fine wines out there, but those hastily made can never compare to the real thing; they only capture a fraction of its essence." (Wu)

Manshu, unhurriedly, poured another glass of mead from the empty glass and said with some regret.

The wine glasses emptied and then overflowed again, and the izakaya dishes were gradually laid out on the table. The two of them enjoyed this wonderful time to the fullest, filling the room with a joyful atmosphere.

"From the very first day, I knew you must be an extraordinary guy. Your boldness and daring during the war are truly admirable."

"Haha, you're pretty much the same, no hesitation at all, very generous, quite likable. Cheers!"

The two of them chatted and laughed until dawn.

Fortunately, they had laid out hints and illusions beforehand, so no ordinary people noticed anything amiss, and the two of them were able to enjoy the sunrise without any disturbance.

"What a rare pleasure! Even if it's only for one night, it's enough to be exciting and satisfying."

As the dawn's light streamed through the window into the room, Manshu finally put down his wine glass and stood up.

"Of course, the lively atmosphere is quite pleasant, but we are still in the midst of war, so we should set off at any time."

Neither of them got drunk as a result; Manshu was no exception, nor was Arash, who had a robust physique.

His body was so still that even Hassan's poison couldn't penetrate it, and Lancelot's sword strike couldn't bring him down.

“My Master is going to visit the Church of Sanctuary to inquire about the eighth Servant who appeared yesterday. Why don’t we go together?”

U: "That's good. It will also avoid the situation where we have to make another trip if we need to be summoned later."

S. Manshu nodded in agreement, saying that the Church's presence in this Holy Grail War was indeed not very strong.

Although the Holy Church has been handling the various troubles and motives caused by this Holy Grail War behind the scenes, it doesn't really come into contact with them since it hasn't participated in the war.

It seems that only situations involving biased whistles can enhance the sense of involvement among those behind the scenes organizers.

"However, don't be too harsh on my Master. Although she is young, she has probably seen many bad things, which has left her with trauma."