The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

After confirming that the others were safe, Manjusaka decided not to go any further. He figured he'd eventually reach Denver to decide on his next move. 4

"I just hope that one of the Servants traveling with him doesn't make a misjudgment."②

"They probably don't know yet that our plan to assassinate Maeve and the Mad King has failed, so they could indeed make the wrong decisions. We need to go to a base and relay the intelligence there." (9)

Geronimo nodded in agreement, and they continued on their way. On their journey to Denver, they stopped at a rebel stronghold to relay information about their current situation.

After a short rest, they continued their journey towards Denver. Upon arriving in Denver, they received confirmation that the others were safe and sound. (Wu)

Although this had already been confirmed by Manshu, the fact that it was actually confirmed was still somewhat reassuring.

Karna's injuries have healed, and the armor he had stripped off his body has reappeared on him.

Edison was still improving his weapons and equipment, especially his presidential cannon, but its actual power was still insufficient to achieve a truly decisive effect.

Of course, the most important thing is to be able to mass-produce it. If the quantity can meet the target, it can form a considerable force.

Edison continued to try, relying on his wisdom, skills, and attire, but it seemed there were still some difficulties.

Because ideological education has been lifted and brainwashing drugs have been stopped, while medication to alleviate and neutralize the effects is being distributed.

The number of soldiers in the United States was inevitably decreasing, so Edison spent these days looking for ways to alleviate the situation.

So the current situation is mainly being managed by Helena, which has kept the mysterious scholar quite busy these past few days, and he has even had to temporarily put aside the magic book he always holds in his hands.

"Your arrival has been a great help."

When Helena greeted the group outside Denver, her face beamed with obvious joy.

After a short night's rest, everyone gathered in the council hall in the morning.

"The situation is quite bad. The front line is now completely lost. The Celts are at least five points stronger than before. Even with twice the number of mechanized soldiers, they are still suffering defeats."

Everything was normal, and the added things shouldn't keep Helena busy.

However, at present, with the Celts constantly gaining strength, the United States' front can only be described as receiving frequent victories in the opposite direction.

If it weren't for Edison's production capacity, which enabled him to quickly mass-produce weapons, a complete collapse would probably have already occurred.

"Although we are constantly shrinking right now, we are probably about to reach a point where we have nowhere left to retreat."

"That's inevitable. Mechanized soldiers probably won't win the sun's favor. Even if they get a little bit of its light, it won't be nearly enough."

The United States, at least, received advance warning and was prepared to shrink its battle lines, thus preventing the situation from collapsing.

"We cannot allow the Celts to take over more land right now. The territory taken by the Celts will become their domain. If this continues, it may lead to the complete domination of this era."

"With the addition of several members of the resistance, the front line should be able to stabilize and advance further with the power of several Servants. However, if we encounter Celtic Servants as well, it may lead to the sacrifice of valuable combat power."

Ultimately, victory still depends on defeating Cu Chulainn and Maeve. It would be better to gather strength before the front lines collapse and storm the capital, Washington, to take down Maeve and Cu Chulainn.

If this continues, we are clearly at a disadvantage. Although Edison can continuously produce mechanical weapons, the United States' soldiers are finite, while the Celts' are probably limitless.

After speaking, Helena picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and waited for the others' opinions.

However, this is the current situation; the mechanical infantrymen created by Edison need soldiers to operate them.

However, the soldiers created by the Celts were entirely created by Maeve through magic.

Mayfoy, who possessed the Holy Grail, had almost limitless magical power, so summoning soldiers came at no cost whatsoever.

But the United States was truly sacrificing its soldiers to protect this land and its nation.

When Edison stopped using methods like brainwashing to recruit soldiers, their forces quickly became stretched thin.

"While it is indeed the case to achieve victory, if all forces were to march on Washington, the United States' front would likely collapse immediately."

Therefore, it is essential to retain Servants to maintain the battle line, at least to keep the situation at a stalemate, and to prevent the Celts from seizing too much territory.

"We must be wary of a sudden attack by the Celts. If they send two or three followers to take over the remaining land, it will probably only take them a week."

Helena nodded, put down her teacup, stood up, and pointed to the map spread out on the table.

"Then why not split our forces into two routes, one to protect our territory and block the Celtic advance, and the other to march toward the capital, Washington, and defeat the Celtic core?"

Helena drew the direction of their advance on the map, then looked up at everyone, her gaze finally landing on Manshu, conveying a question.

None of the people present had any objections; in reality, these were all the things that needed to be done.

In America today, the fate of this land rests with these heroes of the past, and their mission remains the same: to kill Maeve and the Mad King and reclaim the Holy Grail.

“Let’s proceed as planned. Next, we’ll wait for the Chaldea group to arrive, and then we can discuss the allocation of resources between the two groups.”

Manshu nodded in agreement, and Helena returned to her seat.

"Let's set the plan for now, and we can do some work while we wait."

Mr. Geronimo, the resistance has been conducting guerrilla warfare in this area, and we need your help with the pre-battle intelligence gathering.

Faced with the Celtic army's rapid offensive, although the United States' frontline troops withdrew some of their forces, they inevitably suffered heavy losses due to time constraints.

We've only received sporadic intelligence regarding the Celtic rear; being in the dark before the battle is never a good thing.

Helena asked Geronimo for his help.

"Leave this to me. I can still be of some use in this kind of work."

Geronimo readily agreed.

"I plan to meet the Celtic Servants I haven't seen in the next few days. There shouldn't be any shadows hidden under the sunlight, so I need to find out everything."

"Are they Celtic Servants stationed on Prison Island?"

"Yes, not as you think. There is only one Servant on Prison Island, and his name is Beowulf."

"It's him. If it is this fierce warrior, he will indeed serve the Celts."

Beowulf, the protagonist of the oldest English epic poem, *Beowulf*. In his youth, he killed the giant Grandal, who ravaged the land, and his mother; in his old age, he slew the dragon that plagued the land.

He was a hero and king who was as selfless as a saint, without greed for wealth or desire for power.

"And I fear that Rama's wife Sita has not been successfully rescued either, so I must also go there. The continuation of Rama's power is also essential."

Although Si is still an immature and young hero, he has not yet reached the stage of becoming a fully-fledged hero after overcoming numerous trials.

Even in this state, Rama is undoubtedly a Servant of exceptional caliber, second only to the Mad King and the other two super Indians in this land.

Sigh, although the plot is rather abstract, mainly because he only uses basic attacks and doesn't use the Arm of the Great much.

"That's true. If Rama were in his full form, he would have a 50% chance of winning even against Karna."

"That's what Geronimo said."

(iii) Lessons Learned in Chapter Nineteen

Zero: "Geronimo and his team's plan to assassinate Queen Maeve failed, but fortunately they received Lord Lancer's assistance, so although they failed, they all escaped unscathed."

After leaving the prison island of Alcatel, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group headed towards the agreed location.

However, in an abandoned town before they arrived, rebel soldiers operating in secret delivered a message to them.

"That's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. Does Geronimo have any instructions regarding the next steps?"

"Because of the failure of this operation, we have come to understand the strength of the Celts even more, so we have decided to cooperate with the United States of America to launch a joint attack on the Celts."

Mr. Geronimo is currently en route to Denver, and negotiations with the President of the United States have been completed. Now, all that remains is to finalize the battle plan.

"Have we joined forces with Mr. Edison? I understand. We'll head to Denver now."

After learning about the situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others immediately changed direction and headed to Denver.

A day has passed, and Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group are traveling on the road in a carriage.

“A strange follower is heading this way, and I can’t tell whether he has any ill intentions.”

Scáthach, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage with her eyes closed and holding a gun, suddenly opened her eyes and spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was driving the carriage.

"Is it an aura that you haven't encountered before? Then it's probably not a Servant from the Celtic side, but perhaps an unmastered Servant you haven't met yet. Invite them over to meet."

Although we don't know what happened in Washington, since neither the rebels' Servants nor Lancer were able to complete the plan to assassinate Queen Medb, then power must still be needed.

“I’ve sent out my aura, and unless the other person is a coward, they’ll definitely come over.”

Scáthach nodded, her voice tinged with a defiant fighting spirit.

If you just unleash your magic, the other party might choose to avoid you.

However, if provoked, most Servants would find it difficult to ignore, unless they are cowards or have important matters to attend to.

Of course, even without considering the above factors, Scáthach would choose to unleash his fighting spirit to attract Servants rather than simply releasing his magical energy.

"This is extremely disrespectful. Even when launching a challenge like a warrior, one should not display such contempt."

Manju's emotionless voice descended from the sky, and he immediately transformed into a blazing sun, radiating light and heat, hovering dozens of meters above the carriage.

"This is not something that can be easily forgiven. The greatest pardon you can receive is to die like a warrior."

"It's Mr. Lancer."

"He's that Lancer, Lin. He has a strong aura of arrogance and quite a bit of ability. That's certainly enough to support his arrogance, but it's not enough in front of me."

Scáthach had somehow already raised her gun, leaned out of the carriage, and was holding onto the carriage door with one hand.

"You? Ha... It seems you don't even realize your own situation. If you truly possessed wisdom, how could you still speak to me with such an arrogant and fearless demeanor?"

Manju let out a sneer, then waved his right hand in the air.

"Then let me bring you to your senses, Scáthach, Queen of the Land of Shadows."

"Lancer, Scáthach, calm down. This is not the time for infighting. You two are my benefactors, and I cannot stand by and watch you fight each other in front of me."

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting after only a few words, Fujimaru Ritsuka panicked and quickly reached out to stop them.

"A battle? That's hardly the case, Master of Chaldea. I'm just teaching this queen from who-knows-where a lesson. Killing her will take some effort, and she's not worth my time."

"Don't worry about Fujimaru Ritsuka. So far, no one has been able to kill me. I won't go all out. I'll just teach that insolent junior a lesson."

Both of them spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka before their eyes met.

"Not serious? You really want me to do that? Then I certainly wouldn't mind spending some more time killing you. Even the shadows lurking in the corners and depths can only exist because they haven't been illuminated by the light yet."

"Then let me see your power, demigod of the sun. If you disappoint me, this Vermilion Spear will inevitably be stained with the life of a god."

Scáthach jumped out of the carriage, holding two red spears, and assumed a fighting stance.

"They're just a bunch of guys whose names aren't even worth remembering. What's the point of leaving behind so many lives?"

"You'll understand its meaning when your blood flows on this gun."