The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Upon hearing this, Manshu nonchalantly opened the window beside him, held up his decorative sword, and spoke to Orlando while looking at the buildings outside the window.

"I believe you can do that, but if you do, it will put me in a difficult position."

Orlando quickly spoke up to stop him. Although his rational mind told him that Manshu was unlikely to actually do it, there was still a small chance that he might.

"That means you're being too cautious and narrow-minded."

Manju turned around, smiling, and brandished the decorative sword in his hand. Magic naturally flowed into the sword, and then he uttered the following words:

"Excalibur!"

A pure white magical light transformed into a wave of flame that emanated from the sword in Manju's hand, splitting the round table in the conference room in two.

"See? This kind of thing is quite simple."

Manshu sheathed the sword he had swung, and as he prepared to tuck it into his waistband, he spoke.

"Although I appreciate your demonstration, it would be helpful to find a spacious room."

Orlando looked at the split round table in surprise at first, then spoke with a hint of helplessness, but he quickly put away that expression and tried to get the topic back on track.

"Putting aside the table you smashed, do all Servants possess this kind of ability?"

"That's a rather boring reaction, and naturally not everyone can do it. I only learned a few tricks after facing many opponents."

Manshu fastened the decorative sword to his waist, raised his head, and answered.

What I just did was roughly similar to the release of magic, but I was actually quite unskilled at it.

After all, this was Manju's first attempt, so she used very little magic and did not cause any major damage.

"So this sword is indeed just an ordinary decorative sword, but since you refuse to give it to me, I'll go ask its original owner."

Anyway, someone's probably coming to see you soon, so you should go and deal with things over there. I'll be going now.

Very satisfied with his new weapon, Manshu had no intention of staying any longer and didn't wait for Orlando to say anything more.

Manshu snapped his fingers and vanished into the room as a wisp of smoke.

He erased all traces of his presence here, as well as the impact he had caused.

The split table returned to its original, intact state, and the charred marks from the magic burning on the surrounding floor and ceiling also disappeared.

This space did indeed look like a free domain completely under his control, and in fact, it was.

“I really can’t control this guy, so let him do his own thing. At least the cooperative relationship hasn’t been shaken.”

The scene before him only continued to shake Orlando's understanding, making him gradually feel the unknown about this Holy Grail War.

He didn't know enough about the Holy Grail War, so he was constantly gaining new knowledge and thinking about future plans.

"There are still many unknown black boxes surrounding this Holy Grail War. We still need to carefully investigate the matter concerning the Heroic Spirits."

Orlando uttered this remark, then stood up and walked towards the entrance of the conference room.

"I'll go meet that woman who looks like Master first. Caster left without even having a chance to ask him."

"Isn't direct contact too dangerous? Why don't we wait for Caster to return, or have the officers make the contact first?"

“If we rashly send twenty-eight monsters to make contact, it could lead to trouble if they do something to us. As for Caster, we can’t rely on his opinion entirely.”

Facing his slightly uneasy female secretary, Orlando replied with an air of composure:

"If I hadn't been prepared to take the field myself, I wouldn't have chosen this tactic in the first place."

At the same time, in another area of ​​the police station.

After a brief interrogation by the police officers, Ayaka Sajo was detained in a place commonly known as a "Jail" or "Police Cell," a kind of detention center.

Perhaps because she was too tired, she didn't even take off her glasses before lying down on the bed with her face turned towards the sun.

This is not a rudimentary prison cell separated by iron bars, but a room with normal walls and doors, a completely solitary room.

Today has been a long and eventful day for Ayaka Sajou. Given the situation that she can't change right now, she doesn't want to think about it anymore and just wants to lie down and rest.

But this wasn't something she could do just because she wanted to; because of her excitement, Ayaka Sajou couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The scene of the interrogation she had just endured kept replaying in her mind; the police had been trying to find out about the suspect's past with all sorts of simple questions.

Who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I in that place? I look like I'm Japanese. What is my purpose in staying in America? ...and so on.

I had come all this way to this city because I was trying to escape that ghost, that nightmare.

Why did things end up like this?

Just as Ayaka Sajou was about to continue thinking about this problem, the situation changed.

"Are you alright? You look really tired."

Richard I, who had previously appeared at the opera house, suddenly appeared in front of Ayaka Sajō, startling her so much that she jumped up.

Meanwhile, Orlando was walking through the police station corridor, heading towards Ayaka Sajo's private room.

However, just as Orlando reached the elevator, a female police officer suddenly ran towards him.

"Ah, so you're here? We have a guest looking for you, Director."

"Let him come again next time... wait a minute."

Orlando instinctively assumed it was a politician who had come to see him, but then he suddenly remembered what Manshu had said before he left, so he decided to ask him first.

"who is it?"

"Um... he claimed to be a priest in the church, but he seemed rather suspicious..."

"Father?"

As he frowned, Orlando thought of a possibility.

This possibility quickly turned into an ominous premonition, and then became a reality in the next sentence spoken by the police officer.

"He kept insisting, 'If you just say you're here to talk to me about the monument that was stolen from Japan, you'll understand...'"

"Did Caster even foresee this?"

Although stories of prophecy have been heard in legends, powerful mages are even said to be able to see the fates of many people.

But when it actually happens to you, it still feels unbelievable.

"Where is he now?"

Arlando couldn't hold back any longer and pressed his temples to ask.

9. "The priest was waiting in the lobby."

Zero then walked to the elevator entrance in Orlando, turned around and headed in another direction.

4. Meanwhile, Richard I and Ayaka Sajou, who were in the reading room, gradually grew closer through their conversation.

After Richard I used all his sweet words, he managed to get Ayaka Sajou's name out of her.

(iv) Then Richard I took the key to the private room and clicked open the door.

Son: "I secretly borrowed the key."

Richard I said with a sly smile, swinging the keychain in his hand.

"I've borrowed it..."

(v) "Is it a prison break? Hehe, that really makes me excited!"

"Where has the honor of knights gone?"

Ayaka Sosa looked helpless, but Richard I asserted with great delight:

"Of course, I intend to compensate the opera house, and I don't intend to break my agreement to accept the house arrest here until dawn. But before that, I need to get you to a safe place first."

"...Could it be that this single-family room is the safest option?"

"That's hard to say, because this police station seems quite strange; I heard that it's covered with barriers everywhere."

Richard I said this in a relayed manner.

"Then you're wrong. The little girl next to you is right. There's no safer place on this land than here."

Manshu's voice suddenly interrupted at that moment, and a gust of wind mixed with sand blew in from outside the door of the detached room. The wind also landed in front of Ayaka Sajou, and then Manshu's figure appeared.

"It seems you are the master of this place. But putting aside the problems here, being in a base formed by another team, it's probably not a safe place in the Holy Grail War."

Richard I's eyes narrowed slightly with wariness as he gripped the swinging keychain in his hand.

"I don't need to resort to any underhanded methods to deal with guys like you. Don't overestimate yourself."

"If you're not planning on causing trouble here, I have no interest in taking action."

Manju waved his hand dismissively, his gaze not falling on Richard, but carefully examining Ayaka Sajou.

"Of course, there are always exceptions. This sword is yours, isn't it?"

Manju seemed to have confirmed something before turning his gaze away, then drew the decorative sword from his waist and addressed Richard I.

9. "This sword was indeed brought by me, but I can't ignore what you said earlier. Should I take this as a provocation?"

4 Richard I said calmly, this fellow was also a true lion, and naturally could not ignore those words.

8. "Of course not. Would you take what you consider self-evident as a provocation to someone?"

2. Manju tilted his head and asked, then laughed, before erasing the laughter and leaving only his burning eyes.

4. "You should think this through. You are now in my territory. Here you are not a lion. If you have any sense, you should behave like a cat."

3. "My reason does tell me this, but my heart won't allow it."

3. Chapter Twelve: Fist Fight

Anyone could have judged the situation at that moment, and Richard understood this without a doubt.

5. Those words did not come from the other person's pride or arrogance, but were truly taken for granted.

The being standing before me is likely a follower of someone within the police station, probably someone far superior to me.

The opponent's spiritual foundation was extremely powerful, and the aura it exuded was more terrifying than anyone he had ever seen in his previous life.

Richard's spirit origin was intensely conveying a strong sense of danger to him, a feeling emanating from the fragments of the Noble Phantasm that accompanied Richard, fragments that had not yet reached the level of a Heroic Spirit.

Besides being able to turn everything he gets his hands on into Excalibur's Noble Phantasm, "Eternal and Distant Sword of Victory," Richard also possesses a second Noble Phantasm.

The Noble Phantasm is called "The Lion's Cry," which Richard summoned from the Throne of Heroes with the consent of the summoned party when he accepted the summon, and borrowed their abilities.