The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"However, this has little to do with the present. Since you have officially lost contact with your servant, how about I stay here for a few days?"

3. If you have any expectations of the Holy Grail, then it's fine to let you see it. My Master's wish is to protect this city, just like in the Holy Grail War. He has no desire for the Holy Grail at all.

"However, even if you had some desire for the Holy Grail, it would be meaningless. Although it wouldn't matter anyway, as the master of this place, you should know exactly what the Holy Grail that was sent to you is."

⑤Although the outside has been reduced to ashes, it is still a vast residential area, which is certainly much better than the place I lived in before.

"The cardinal who sent the Holy Grail to be used in the ceremony did tell us what the thing he sent, called the Holy Grail, was."

Although it was not the actual treasure containing the blood of Christ, it contained extremely high mystery, at least to the extent and level of giving birth to angels.

We had already seen the Holy Grail when it was delivered. Just seeing it was enough to excite the magical recirculation throughout one's body. Its solemn presence was like the radiance of a mysterious culmination, and its vast and boundless magical power made it undoubtedly a treasure capable of accomplishing the impossible.

Once you witness that sight, you can truly believe what the Holy Church says: that a ritual triggered by only the Lesser and Greater Grail can reach the origin of all things.

The owner of Linglong Pavilion recalled the scene from that day and said with certainty.

Wherever you are, the sight of the Holy Grail is astonishing enough that any magician has to believe it and that its incredible magic can grant wishes.

"Although it is only a replica of the Holy Grail, it is indeed the most powerful relic in some respects. Do you have any doubts about the Holy Grail ritual?"

At least I can guarantee that what I saw was real and authentic, and there's no need to doubt its credibility.

I'm already a loser, there's no need for me to deceive you in this regard. As for your wish to stay here for a few days, that's certainly possible."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion did not hesitate at all; he had no problem understanding his own situation.

"Your eyes were deceived by that immense magic. Even that cardinal was even more foolish, failing to discern the true nature of this so-called Holy Grail."

Manju shook his head in denial, perhaps because they were all blinded by the sacred aura of the Holy Grail, and no one could detect the undercurrents hidden beneath the aura of the Holy Grail.

"But there's no point in saying more. The anger in the sky should have subsided by now, and the desolate landscape on the ground should return to normal."

Repairing damaged buildings is indeed more troublesome, but restoring scorched forests is much simpler.

Fortunately, before coming today, I brought the divine power of Odin, Tyr, and Thor, so dealing with this matter is not too difficult.

Manjusqueaked the flames in the sky and made them fall to the ground, then put away the still-burning fire on the ground.

Although the target of the tearing was not enough and no blood was smelled, at least it was a cathartic release.

And it was precisely because they didn't smell blood that their anger was able to subside.

Otherwise, the process of venting anger would be difficult to carry out and complete, because the blood would plunge the god into even deeper anger.

Sekhmet reluctantly withdrew his flames and returned, leaping into Manshu's eyes, only letting out a soft roar to express his dissatisfaction.

But this dissatisfaction can only go so far; there is no room for further development.

Having withdrawn the flames, Manju completely calmed the lion god, and then continued to manipulate the remaining magic in the sky, allowing the storm destroyed by the flames to reappear.

However, this storm was not brought about by Odin, but by Thor's glory.

Thor travels with thunder and rain, but that doesn't mean he's a god of destruction.

On the contrary, he drove away the cold and frost giants with lightning, and is the god who restored life to the earth, brought abundance of antiquity, and blessed all people.

"Thor, who rules the sky, controls lightning, wind and storms, clear weather and fertile land."

The thunder roared and the abundant rain fell with a single clap of thunder.

May Thor be holy!

Manshu called out three times, and the rain in the wind brought new life to this land.

This land, ravaged by fire, has regained its original appearance thanks to this rain.

Plants regenerated from the ashes, first the reborn grass covering the land in verdant color, and then the trees grew strong and tall.

The torrential rains quickly brought new life to the land; the only thing that remained unrepaired was the damaged courtyard.

That's a separate plan, and we'll refine it further tomorrow.

Manju went over and took his Master. Without the Assassin, the Master wouldn't face too much risk.

"I've found an even better place to provide for these next few days of rest. What do you think of this residence?"

Manshu said to Kurino Tatsumi.

"Hmm? Did something happen?"

"Kurino Tatsumi is currently hiding in an apartment that overlooks the Reiryu-kan family mansion," Manshu said to him from the window.

Laiye Xun couldn't understand the meaning behind these words. Following Manshu's guidance and gaze, all he could see was the Linglongguan family's residence.

Although he witnessed everything from the sidelines and knew that Manshu had won, he never expected that winning would also allow him to exchange homes.

"Is this considered the victor's spoils?"

Tatsumi could only think of the plots from the stories he had seen.

"It's about right. Caster's side has lost the right to participate in the war. As a rash loser, this is a necessary price to pay."

Manshu nodded and said.

"After all, I didn't come here with any ill intentions today, but Caster's side took the initiative to attack. This is not something that can be easily forgiven, and it is only natural that they have to pay the price."

"So that's how it is. I never thought I'd have the chance to live in such a big house."

Laiye Xun nodded in understanding, and then focused his attention on the house in front of him.

This place is completely unimaginable; the residence of the rich is something out of a fantasy novel for a middle school student.

This is a mysterious area that is not marked on any map; it is a private garden located within the city of Tokyo.

"It's incredible just to look at it. The rapidly growing forest and the torrential rain must also be Berserker's abilities."

"So, are you planning to stay here and observe as you go, or do you want to go over there first?"

Manshu was getting a little impatient; patience was something he rarely had in this situation.

"I subconsciously stayed where I was, just focusing on expressing my feelings. Of course I wanted to go and take a look."

Laiye Xun scratched his head apologetically and turned to pick up the statue of Thor.

"It just so happens that they can make a proper suggestion to build a temple or something similar over there. Staying in a hotel or similar place, although the environment is better, is still not convenient enough."

That space is indeed quite large, but it still takes some time to walk there to reach Ye Xun.

The newly sprouted dense forest would indeed require some effort for ordinary people to cross.

"That's Caster's Master over there. After a fairly friendly exchange between us, he agreed to let us stay in this mansion for the time being."

"So you're the Berserker's Master? You're really young. I feel ashamed that I failed so early."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion greeted them politely, but an unspeakable expression still crept onto his face.

He could certainly tell that Lai Ye Xun was not even a true sorcerer; at most, he was just an ordinary person who had come into contact with the mysterious but had not entered the realm of magic.

But it was against such an opponent that he suffered a defeat for which he had no excuse whatsoever.

However, if this is the Master, then what Berserker said earlier may not necessarily be false.

How could an ordinary person who has just come into contact with the mysterious possibly understand the power of the wish-granting machine that can reach the source and fulfill the magician's great wish?

This did give the head of the housekeeper, Linglong, a glimmer of hope, and the expression on her face brightened slightly from its previous gloom.

Laiye Xun seemed a little flustered, but greeted him politely.

"You must be tired after a night of fighting. Go and rest first, we can talk about this in the morning."

"This was a mistake on my part. Please follow me; there are plenty of rooms ahead."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion didn't show much change in expression; he simply nodded and smiled as he handled the situation, arranging a room for Laiye Xun.

②"Do you have any other questions or anything you'd like to say?"

In the corridor outside, only Manshu and the housekeeper Linglong remained. Before arranging his room, Manshu asked him a question.

(iv) "After meeting your Master, I think there will be no more doubts."

The owner of Lin Linglong Pavilion shook his head and said.

Si said, "That's good. My Master has no desire for the Holy Grail, and in my opinion, the Holy Grail here is unreliable. So, if you're interested, there won't be any other problems in receiving what's after this is over."

(iii) Once Manju was certain that the reply was genuine, he nodded and prepared to turn and leave.

"I believe that. I have already sent my familiar to complete your request. Butler Linglong has some influence in the Far East, so it won't take too long."

"I believe that for now, but you should also know that my patience isn't very long."

(4) After saying this, Manshu pushed open the door and went into his room, and the night ended there.

Chapter 15 In the Okutama Mountains

"There's no need to hesitate any longer, Lancer. Your judgment is correct."

In a corner of Akihabara in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, a man is standing on the roof of a five-story residential building.

The storm had been broken up, leaving behind a light drizzle. In this February weather, when the winter atmosphere was still strong, the pattering rain was quite chilly.

However, the words that came from the man's mouth were more chilling than the drizzling rain.

The first word that comes to mind when describing this man is "cold-blooded," and he certainly lives up to his reputation.

Even with sunglasses on, his gaze remained as sharp as a blade of ice, relentlessly piercing the woman crouching before him.

The rain soaked them both. The man stood motionless, looking down at the woman, while the woman looked up at him, shivering.

"There is no doubt that Berserker is the strongest Servant in this Holy Grail War, capable of defeating a third-tier Servant head-on and defeating Caster within the Magus's territory."

Anyone who has watched all the battles that have taken place over these past few nights can draw this simple conclusion.

The sights brought by the familiars were already terrifying enough, at least the man named Nigel, wearing sunglasses, had already made his judgment.

Therefore, the man spoke to the woman in front of him in a cold voice, devoid of any emotion.

The woman looked sorrowful, her arms wrapped around herself, trembling uncontrollably.

Fourth, this woman's appearance possessed a level of perfection that was enough to make one lose the sense of reality, like a supreme work of art gently crafted by the hands of a god, a stunningly beautiful creature created specifically to be sculpted into human form, a masterpiece of fantasy.

The woman weeping there displayed the ultimate beauty of tears and sorrow in the rain.

"You can cry, you can sigh, it doesn't matter, it's a normal reaction."

Hiss. Any human being would probably be mesmerized by the woman's appearance and would be unable to remain indifferent.

The only exception was the man before Shan. He was completely uninterested in the matter, showing no sympathy, pity, kindness, or compassion; all he possessed was indifference.