The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Apart from the remaining eight demons who accidentally touched the pale Liu Knight in the moving seven and fell into a coma, the bodies of the demons that fell to the ground were left only with the bright moonlight.

The moonlight suddenly distorted, and the sand and gravel on the ground seemed to be blown up by an unknown wind, rising under the moonlight and coalescing into the shape of a person.

"It doesn't seem to pose much of a threat. Even in the underworld, I wouldn't have much of a chance of failure."

Looking at the spot where the Pale Knight had vanished, Manshu made a simple judgment.

Manju stayed there, probably out of curiosity, wanting to see the power possessed by this knight of the apocalypse.

Then he continued to transform into sand and wind, blowing across the desert, taking with him the unconscious familiar on the ground, to track down any possible presence.

Let's consider this advance preparation for the destruction he might bring seven days later.

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"Although it's a cheap line, as the police chief I assure you, and as the magician I promise you—you are justice."

The man, who was the chief of the police station in Xueyuan City, spread his hands and declared loudly.

Upon hearing this, the group of about thirty police officers marched in unison, saluting their master, the police chief, who was also their teacher, with perfectly coordinated movements.

After assessing the situation as over, Orlando addressed his team members.

He must tell these people who have stepped into fields beyond their own that the banner of justice always flies behind them.

In the face of an imminent battle, even words of comfort can make or break a life.

Every means necessary must be used, at least Orlando was certain of that.

After the declaration, cute applause erupted from the room where the officers had left.

Orlando muttered resentfully without turning his gaze toward the source of the sound.

"What are you here for?"

The sound contains a pressure that can crush small things, and it also permeates with a distinctly aversion tone.

Then the person making the clapping sound peeked out from the shadows of the room.

"Hmm, I feel like your reaction is rather cold. Can't you come if there's nothing wrong? Besides, it's rare that your servant isn't here. If he were here, I wouldn't be able to sneak in."

The other person was a girl who looked to be around fifteen years old. She was dressed in a gothic Lolita style outfit with a black and white color scheme. Although she was indoors, she was holding an overly decorated umbrella.

“This is not a place for outsiders to enter. Besides, the battle in the desert is about to end, and my servants should be back soon, even if they went to observe.”

"Oh, you're calling me an outsider? You've become quite impressive, newbie."

But don't worry, I've set up some clever tricks at the doorway to keep that annoying guy from coming back so soon.

The girl chuckled as she twirled her umbrella, and contrary to what sounded like a tantrum, it didn't make her seem like she was in a bad mood.

"That would be a great disappointment to you. My domain does not welcome any visitors who have not received an invitation or permission. I thought you should learn your lesson."

Manshu's indifferent voice rang out behind the girl, freezing her smiling face instantly. She turned her head around in disbelief.

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"What right do unpopular people have to ask questions?"

Manshu's answer arrived along with the magic power he unleashed, and the girl's figure was immediately torn apart by the barrage of magic.

"Don't be polite if you see this guy again. Didn't I leave you permission to mobilize the power here? The power of the Great God Gao Yuan is beyond her reach."

Chapter Seven Arrives

"That bastard is just a boring lunatic. If I really can't stand her anymore, she'll know better than to leave."

Orlando watched the scattered figures of the girl, then withdrew his angry gaze.

"That's true. The most annoying thing about getting involved with a madwoman is that her harassment is impossible to stop, especially since she's a madwoman with such a high level of illusion magic."

Manshu also shook his head, indicating that he was somewhat troubled by the girl, because it was only in his own territory that Francesca Prellati was unable to stretch out.

However, all of this was achieved with the help of the god Amun, who lurked in hidden things and was a concealed god, whose space was even higher and more distant than that of the gods.

Manju wasn't unaffected by the illusion; rather, he passed right through it, completely avoiding the illusion cast by that guy.

After all, this guy possesses the highest level of illusion magic, which is a power that transcends the realm of humans. Even gods would be blinded by it.

"However, in the territory I command, in my territory, that guy has no right to reach out."

If she dared to reach out, she would break her outstretched hand, hoping that the pain would bring her back to her senses.

If she's truly not dead or alive, then there's no need to wait until the very end I promised; I could shoot down the stars right now.

Manshu had no interest in wasting time talking to that kind of guy. On his first day here, a girl named Francesca was watching from the sidelines.

Manshu didn't even notice this at first, but after he turned the entire police station into his territory, no spying or intrusion could escape his eyes.

If it were just spying on the police station, that would be insignificant; such things are unavoidable in the Holy Grail War.

However, to peek in and stare directly at someone is an unforgivable offense, and Manjusaka's magical gaze was conveyed to him at that moment.

Although Sekhmet's power was being used to suppress Odin, Manjushri also gained another eye.

That crimson Star Eye is also used for attacking and cursing its target.

But to his surprise, this incident didn't teach the guy any lesson. Taking advantage of Manshu's brief absence, he sneaked back in.

But at least she took many careful steps, and what came was just an illusion.

But even a false vision is not exempt; the dust of death, following the magic, travels into the sky.

The aura of death reached up to 20 kilometers above the sky, onto the unmanned flying ship that was about 200 meters long.

That was Francesca Prellati's magic workshop, where she stayed to observe and monitor the Holy Grail War.

But now she is lying on her big bed, her face contorted in pain, rolling around on the luxurious mattress.

"After today, I have no more doubts. I should say that my vision as a magician was too shallow."

Orlando said with a serious expression, "The desert landscape is no longer something that can be ignored."

Even a half-baked magician should know and understand what the events in the desert truly represent.

Although it is unknown who the final victor will be, judging from Manju's relaxed appearance and the endless lightning he had seen, it is easy to guess that Manju did not have a difficult time.

"More importantly, I remembered something I forgot to mention before. While we can ignore that madman who manipulates illusions, there's no need to talk about me with your other so-called allies."

Manshu seemed to suddenly remember something and spoke to Orlando, since Orlando hadn't actually told him about it yet.

Hedgehog 40% off proxy purchase ＾: 舅∧∞司{⑧贰:△④＋∨傘③｝」零；°五 "Who are you referring to?"

Orlando suddenly froze, turned his head and asked.

“I seem to have said that nothing can escape these eyes, whether it’s your affairs or what’s about to happen in this city, nothing can escape my eyes or my gaze.”

Manshu looked exactly the same as before, only sighing helplessly before pointing at Orlando and speaking again.

"What, do you want me to tell you which Hasa that guy named Faldeus Dioran summoned, or what happened to the Kuchiku family, or information about the other summoned Servants?"

"Do you really know so much?"

If those two names were revealed, it's possible that they were secrets stolen through some means.

Although masters and servants can share memories, cognition, and even the five senses, Orlando had long ago completely blocked this kind of sharing.

Moreover, even if one could obtain those two names, one should not know that Faldius would summon Hassan, nor should one know that the Kuochu family seems to have encountered some changes, based on the information one has only just received.

"Sigh, I told you I would show it once or twice, but not a third time, but I never thought you wouldn't be able to see it clearly even a third time?"

Manshu sighed again, his face showing a completely hopeless expression. He pulled out an office chair and sat down.

"This was not my questioning, but a subconscious act. It was because I subconsciously underestimated you, and I sincerely apologize for that."

Orlando immediately apologized.

"That's right. I don't know if this is your arrogance as a human being or the arrogance that comes with your identity. If you can't get rid of this in time, it will cause big trouble."

However, I still like you quite a bit. Although you're a bit stubborn and overly self-centered, your dedication to justice is enough to make me happy.

Justice may be a cheap phrase, but for Manshu, it was the best sustenance he could ever need.

Although he could choose to ignore these things, he could still swallow everything based solely on his own selfish desires.

But if justice is added as a seasoning, what could be more perfect, or allow him to do whatever he wants without restraint?

The answer is naturally no, which is why Manshu liked this quite a bit.

"No matter what your justice is, it doesn't seem like love for this country, and as someone who seems to be a shady side in the Holy Grail War, your so-called justice seems like an empty lie."

“I am not a patriot, nor am I a devout believer in God. My justice is the principle I firmly believe in, and I am confident that I can take action to uphold it.”

Orlando's answer was very straightforward, and he seemed to have no hesitation or doubt about it.

"Then go ahead and act boldly. Remember to call your men to the temple I haven't finished yet. There I have some newly completed equipment that I've prepared. Although that's not my specialty, I can still manage to make it with the skills to craft items."

Those things will also help you achieve your goal, although it may not be so easy to achieve. Just show me how it goes.

I'm just going to find some more fun first. Some idiot probably thinks I'll hide away, but how could he possibly scare me like that?

Having received the reply, Manjusaka did not stay there any longer, but continued to transform into the wind and disappear from the room, blowing away to some unknown place.

Although it cannot unleash its full power when manifested alone, it can at least make it impossible for the Master to control it.

Manshu is now quite free, wandering freely through the city, actively searching for something he had previously gained.

However, it seems there won't be much to be gained tonight. The desert's magical flow must have frightened most people, causing them to hide for the night and only dare to peek out during the day.

That's perfectly normal; these magicians are basically rats in the gutter. 5

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Francesca twirled her umbrella and laughed incessantly in her dimly lit workshop. 6

"Ah, here they come! The last VIP has finally arrived..."

Numerous images began to appear on the walls and ceiling surrounding the girl. (Umbrella)

The hero king traveling with the local native Tini Cerk, Enkidu living with wolves in the forest, the stern-faced Heracles and his wife—a series of images appear and disappear in succession.

However, the image showing Police Chief Orlando only shows Orlando himself, surrounded by heavily pixelated areas. ④

Francesca couldn't help but show a hint of apprehension when she saw it, then quickly looked away, pretending it didn't exist. ②

The image finally lingered on the empty opera house, a place slightly off-center from the city center, an opera house that existed since the town's founding.

A woman with dyed blonde hair and glasses entered the opera house. Inside, a magician preparing to summon a Servant restrained the girl.