The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The priest sent by the Holy Church was quite unkind to Orlando, who was likely closely connected to the mastermind behind this Holy Grail War, and didn't hesitate to give him a push or kick him while he was down.

8. Therefore, the conversation was far from friendly, consisting entirely of confrontation and mutual attacks, which only worsened Orlando's mood.

⑤ "You can't exactly be joking. You can't even control Ayaka Sajō's Servants, so how can you possibly control Ayaka Sajō?"

7. Manshu shook his head and said.

Liu: "But next, I'm going to see if I can get anything out of her. There are a lot of suspicious things about that girl named Sajo Ayaka. At the very least, we shouldn't let her go so easily."

(6) At the very least, I need a reasonable reason. You need to use that to convince me, or are you still planning to use your previous methods?

3 Orlando said with complete seriousness that in this Holy Grail War, he had invested more than just his beliefs and his life.

4. And the policemen standing behind him, whom he called the Twenty-Eight Monsters.

(4) "You won't get anything out of Ayaka Sajou, because she doesn't know anything in the first place; she's just a pawn that's been thrown in."

So he figured it might be better to let her out; he might be able to stir things up or even bring out the guy hiding behind the scenes.

"Yue, don't underestimate this Holy Grail War. My Master, although your expectations are constantly rising, they are still far from enough."

Fei: "I accept your reasoning, Caster, but I wish you had said that from the beginning, so we could save ourselves the trouble of communicating."

Orlando exhaled and stood up from the chair she was sitting in.

"I'm prepared to die in this war after defeat, and I may need to raise my expectations further, and I'll do what I'm supposed to do when the time comes."

“I’ve said from the beginning, just do what you’re going to do, as long as you don’t die. I feel the same way.”

Manshu tilted her head slightly to the right, and the corners of her mouth curved in the same direction.

“I will be even clearer about this after today, and I hope it will be the same.”

Orlando stood up, picked up a box from the side, and handed it to Manshu.

"This was delivered today. I paid a high price to have a freelance mercenary magician from Lion's Lair obtain it for me."

I just want to see if you can apply the blessings of the Greek gods; surely you can use this too.

"Oh, it is indeed a very good treasure. It would be difficult for many Greek heroes to handle. I will gladly accept it."

The item Orlando acquired at a high price was a short sword made from Hydra poison, also known as a hero killer.

Although it doesn't mean much to Manshu, it can serve as a form of insurance should any unexpected situation arise, so there's no reason not to accept it.

"Now that you've let Ayaka Sajo go, I can skip one step in the process. I'll head back to the meeting room now."

If it weren't for Manshu's sudden arrival, Alan would have rested here for a while before continuing to see Ayaka Sajou.

But now that the person is gone, the plan naturally returns to normal, and we continue to gather intelligence and mobilize forces.

"Then I'll go out and take another look. It seems that what I threw out has found something interesting."

Manshu said with a slightly strange smile, which gave Orlando a bad feeling. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Manshu again.

"So, as your partner in this contract, may I ask what it is?"

"This is nothing to hide. The servants I sent out to find them, which could be considered familiars, did seem to have found something."

However, that guy is beyond the capabilities of the ones I sent out. Although his failure wouldn't be a big deal, he did come at my request, so I thought I'd go and help him save face.

Manshu spoke somewhat vaguely, but at least the general meaning was conveyed.

"As a Caster, you're being a bit too belligerent, but this kind of thing is meaningful to this Holy Grail War, so I won't stand in your way."

Although Orlando didn't know which Servant Manju was referring to, they were all potential enemies.

Even his few allies were no different; after all, they were all fragile, false alliances built on ulterior motives.

It's just something that was created to meet everyone's needs; we'll just have to wait and see where things go wrong.

"Just consider this the nature of a warrior. Although I'm acting as a Caster this time, it won't cause too much of an impact."

Even the Grand Servants, who are at the top of the Servant hierarchy, and the Casters who are candidates for Grand Caster, mostly have decent melee combat skills.

As an equally excellent Servant, I naturally inherited this fine tradition.

Manshu said these words with considerable pride, and his confident demeanor made Orlando unsure whether he was joking or telling the truth.

Although Orlando couldn't figure this out most of the time, he didn't know much about the Holy Grail War, so he didn't say much about it.

"At least it's true that you're an excellent Servant. Go do whatever you want."

"It's good that you can agree with this. I hope you can agree with more things in the future, and it would be best if you could realize soon that I am the strongest in terms of cognition."

After saying that, Manshu disappeared in a flash, leaving Orlando standing there.

Orlando could only rub his temples and then turn and leave.

……

Next, we'll talk about its location on the outskirts of Xueyuan City.

There exists an industrial zone there, though not large in area, but filled with numerous factories.

Deep within this area, seemingly enclosed by the surrounding massive factories, lies a meat processing plant in quiet contemplation.

Perhaps because the livestock industry in the surrounding area is not thriving, the factory is sometimes not even operating, and as far as the city residents are concerned, very few people even know that the factory exists.

However, beneath this factory lies another side, one that has not applied for business registration.

That is a magic workshop built in an underground space that is even larger than the original ba area, covered by multiple barriers.

Although the surrounding factories appear to be unrelated, tracing their ownership back to their owners would ultimately reveal the involvement of a certain organization.

"The Skradio family".

That was the Mafia led by Galvaroso Skradio, known for its cunning and ruthless methods in the underworld.

Although it is called the Mafia, it is strictly speaking different from the Mafia organization that originated in Sicily.

The Skradio family has grown ever larger by joining forces with or absorbing numerous organizations of various forms, making these organizations into shapeless thugs that transcend national borders, bloodlines, and ideologies.

Galvaroso has deeply rooted himself in American society and has sheltered a large number of magicians in this vast region.

Those who lost out in the struggle for territory with other families, those who went bankrupt due to lack of funds in their pursuit of the pinnacle of magic, those who were expelled as heretics, and those who were driven to desperation as criminals...

It possesses a large number of magicians, who will spare no effort in using their power to protect the Skradio family.

Ultimately, the Scoradio family colluded with certain figures in the government, gaining the power to intervene in the Snowfield City's plans.

The magician sent by the Dior family as their Master was named Bazdilott Cortiglio.

He was a man with blood on his hands, and to date, there have been more than 250 suspected murder cases linked to him, though the actual number is now higher.

And now, right beneath this meat-eating factory, Bazdeirot, who has just slaughtered more than thirty mages, has just completed the summoning of his Servant.

"I want you to answer my question, magician. Are you the one who will become my master and put me to the test?"

"Great hero. It wasn't me who decided this, it was you, wasn't it?"

Bazdilot replied in a flat tone.

However, the magicians in suits standing behind Bazdilot were all sweating profusely, and their magic circuits were vibrating incessantly.

Because they understood at a glance that the being that appeared before them was something that should have been in a completely different position from them.

(ii) Its body alone transcends the realm of humanity, and its appearance is almost like that of a statue sculpted by God.

9 is almost two and a half meters tall, and the ends of his hair can touch the ceiling.

Although Si was a burly man with bulging muscles and bones, every fiber of his muscles and every drop of blood flowing in his veins was filled with pure internal magic that could be called divine.

The atmosphere emanating from the light alone dominated the entire scene, and the words and actions within just a few seconds were enough to make those who witnessed it feel a sacred aura.

Fourth, if this heroic spirit were to make a move, there would be absolutely nothing we could do.

3. Faced with the perfect being that appeared before them, Bazdilot's men all began to fall into such delusions.

5 But in stark contrast to the intense pressure of his physical body and magical power, he still stood in the center of the workshop with a gentlemanly demeanor.

This, ironically, makes one feel that this heroic spirit is an existence beyond the norm, and the minds of all the magicians except for Bazdilot are constantly wavering with the urge to escape from here.

(iv) But no one chose to leave, because what suppressed their impulses, which stemmed from fear, was an even stronger terror.

Bazdilot is still here, so I absolutely cannot escape first.

"I'm asking you now, if it were to win a fight, would you kill a young child?"

"Bazdilot asked expressionlessly."

The heroic spirit's expression darkened at the question, and he did not give an answer.

"What's wrong? Answer my question quickly."

"How could that be possible? If someone ordered me to do that, that person would be my enemy."

The heroic spirit uttered an extremely solemn voice.

Are you testing me?

As the words were spoken, a pure pressure, completely different from magic, swept across the entire underground workshop.

"If you said this knowing my background, then I can only conclude that you're risking your life for it."

"Of course, I risked my life a long time ago."

Despite the immense pressure that seemed to crush the entire room, Bazdilot remained completely unfazed, responding with an inhumanly cold gaze.

After saying that, he raised his left hand, and the patterns on the back of his hand immediately began to glow.

U “Usually command with a command spell not to conceal oneself.”

n “Hmm…”

Because it was judged that Bazdilot intended to force his obedience with a command spell, since he did not do much and also created a fatal flaw for himself.

9. The dense magic quickly seeped into the hero's brain, beginning to shake him violently.

(4) It’s not just the power of the Command Seal, but something else seems to be violently shaking itself.

The man before him seemed to be unleashing something akin to an abyssal curse imposed by a being of a higher status.

"What are you doing...?"

(4) "You don't need to hide your sins and remorse. Expose everything hidden deep in your heart and let me see everything about you."

"What I need is not your heroic strength, but your greed to use any means necessary to achieve your goals. Even if the path ultimately leads to nobility, you are still stubbornly clinging to the idea of ​​choosing ruthless methods without hesitation—a truly human flaw."