Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Brunhilde, who had just brought Fujino to the city, also sensed the astonishing commotion over there.

This level of combat wasn't enough to frighten her, but—

"Master? It seems there are Heroic Spirits fighting over there. Should we go and take a look..."

Fujino felt a tremor in her heart.

Although the battle between Mr. White Dragon and King Hassan was already quite spectacular, she was still somewhat apprehensive about witnessing another battle where the sky seemed to explode at the drop of a hat.

No, this won't do. They clearly yearn to seize the Holy Grail to fulfill their wishes; if they're afraid of a battle of 'this magnitude'...

In Fujino's eyes, given the stark contrast between the previous battle between King Hassan and Night—this kind of lightning-fast battle was already the foundation of the Holy Grail War, right? If they were afraid of even this kind of 'minor' opponent, what could they possibly accomplish?

Chapter Sixty: Silence is the best answer; the two generals, Heng and Ha, could no longer laugh.

Two mere trash (Lightning-level) Servants are nothing more than appetizers.

That's right—! We'll take our own heroic spirits and defeat those two! How can we become the final victor without such a firm resolve?

Fujino encouraged herself in this way.

At this moment, Gilgamesh and Ozymandias were clearly seen as mere grunts in his eyes.

After all, compared to the thirty-second-long clash of starlight between Night and King Hassan, the current battle between these two is really nothing to brag about.

Despite their own side possessing overwhelmingly strong combat power—a level that would be considered the ceiling in a normal Holy Grail War—they were completely unaware of their own strength.

At that very moment—the instant he arrived in Tokyo—Night reconnected with his will in the concept of the White Dragon, directly infusing it with new power.

And so—the sleeping 'White Dragon' was awakened once again.

“There is no need to fear—my strength has been restored.”

"Siegfried—!" Upon hearing Mr. White Dragon's voice, Brunhilde immediately reached out and touched her cheek, becoming somewhat agitated.

It's the real Siegfried...! Ah, I heard it, it's his voice, the real, unmistakable voice.

“It’s been a long time… Brunhilde.” Night looked through the wings of light at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him—another Brunhilde.

"Mr. Haku, you're finally awake!" Fujino exclaimed with immense joy.

Seeing Brunhilde's interaction with Yoru, and remembering that she had specifically learned about the story of Mr. Haku's life and his relationship with the Valkyrie Brunhilde on her way to Tokyo, Fujino felt a strange sense of anxiety.

This one—in mythology, is Siegfried's real white dragon, one of his many wives.

Is the fragile relationship of friendship really comparable to the relationship between husband and wife who share a bed?

Unlike Mr. Haku, who has many wives, she only has Mr. Haku as a friend.

Although she knew that treating him as her only source of emotional support was not worthwhile for her, Fujino did not feel wronged at all and still firmly chose Yoru.

But—even if he wins the Holy Grail War, can he really make Mr. Haku willingly stay, relying solely on his own desire for friendship?

Not daring to think too much about the future, Fujino regained her fighting spirit and courage after the powerful and reliable Mr. Haku (Night) awakened, and decided to go to Tokyo Tower to take a look.

As long as her best 'friend' is by her side, she is fearless!

……

...Boom! In the sky, after the two exchanged another round of fire, they suddenly looked at each other and laughed.

"Hmph, hahahahahahaha—! Not bad strength, I admit you're not just ordinary trash, but a guy with real strength, damn it."

"Hahahahaha!!! You're amazing too, golden one. So powerful, it even reminds me of my dearest friend. It's truly a lucky thing to meet two people in this era who remind me of my dearest friend."

The two kings had tempers that flared up quickly and faded just as fast. After a thrilling battle, they not only didn't lose their tempers, but they also seemed to have developed a mutual respect and a greater sense of camaraderie.

Having arrived here long ago in his Divine Wheels, only a step too late, the Conqueror King watched as Gilgamesh and Ramses II began their fight: "You've finally finished. That battle just now had me quite excited! Shall we continue?"

Gilgamesh and Ozymandias exchanged a glance, and for the time being, neither of them had the desire to continue fighting.

Completely ignoring the red-haired gorilla, Flash suddenly asked, "Sun—why have you come?"

Ramses II: "If I am not mistaken, you have a similar heroic spirit to mine. Although you do not have the aura of the sun and are not my brothers, the goals of a hero like you must be no different from mine."

Then, as if they had agreed beforehand, the two of them exclaimed in unison: "Fallen goddess!"

That's right—it's finally confirmed. The best way to understand the other's true nature is through the clash of wills in battle.

It was precisely because they sensed the same arrogance that Shan Shan suddenly put down her weapon and chose to calmly talk to this guy.

Rama II: "It seems we do share the same goal... If your side has such fighting strength, even the legendary Mother Goddess of Creation is not without hope of defeating her."

Shining: "Huh? Save your jokes for your dreams... that would be too embarrassing."

Ramses II thought about it and agreed...

If every random hero you pull out is a Heroic Spirit of their caliber, then the requirements are indeed too high, and it's too much of a burden on this world.

With absolute arrogance and self-confidence, as a king who surpasses all heroes, he naturally does not believe that there is a second existence in the world who can compare with him; the rest are at most close.

No one will admit to being the weaker party until they have a match.

Ramses II: "Even if we are not as good as you and me, the rest of us must be some brave and skilled warriors."

Shining: "..."

Gilgamesh's silence gave Ramses II a bad feeling. He had originally invited Gilgamesh to his solar ship because of his powerful combat strength, and was preparing to drink and make merry with him.

He was all ready to laugh along with the golden thing, humming and hawing, and then he started laughing maniacally.

But Gilgamesh's expression, which had just eased his mood considerably, made him suddenly realize: "Isn't that so?"

Shining: "..."

Rylai's Second Brother: "..."

Oh no, suddenly the wine in my glass doesn't taste so good anymore.

He also saw the Conqueror King who was following closely behind Gilgamesh. Although they hadn't fought yet, his spirit origin strength seemed quite good.

Without Gilgamesh's unruly nature, in Ramses II's eyes, having six more Servants of the 'Conqueror King' level would be quite good.

Even if we don't expect them all to be Light-tier, surely we can gather six Conqueror-level Servants? Add him and this golden one, and we might just be able to contend with the Creator Mother Goddess.

Surely the deterrent force wouldn't be unwilling to send even this much troop support?

Gilgamesh's silent expression seemed to say: You guessed right.

The appearance of a hundred-faced Hassan and a brush-wielding guy, along with other scumbags, even infuriated the previous Golden Pikachu to the point of launching a map-wide attack. Even with the Conqueror King, a relatively formidable force, Gilgamesh couldn't suppress his anger.

This lineup would be considered decent in a regular 'Holy Grail War', but in Gilgamesh's eyes it was no different from 'trash'.

If his mind is sound, he should summon a powerful hero like his best friend Enkidu to the present world.

The Chains of Heaven's ability to restrain divinity is also a crucial means for them to defeat the evil god.

Chapter Sixty-One: Little Mo: Father! Night: Calling me Dad won't help! Probably...

After all, both the two beasts and the goddess of Venus possessed obvious divinity! Even if he believed he could subdue Ishtar, nothing is absolute, and having another means to guard against and suppress the goddess was something they desperately needed.

Yes, it's definitely not that Shan Shan has any selfish motives and wants to fight alongside her best friend again.

But now that a great battle is about to begin, Gilgamesh has not sensed the presence of his best friend at all. Instead, some pretty but useless people have appeared. So it is highly likely that Enkidu will not descend!

If you replaced Brush Bro with Xiao En, Shan Shan would be laughing in his sleep.

—Damn restraint! This isn't how you dawdle. Just thinking about it makes Shan Shan's face turn incredibly ugly.

While the two were chatting, they completely ignored the Conqueror King and left him standing aside.

Two heroic spirits were also rapidly approaching.

Unexpectedly, before they even arrived here, Matou Kariya and Momo encountered Fujino and the others.

When she saw Brunhilde's spear beside Fujino, she realized it was a spearman—and not Kenneth from the Clock Tower as the intelligence had suggested.

Kariya Matou's expression changed: 'The enemy's Lancer?!'

"Berserker! Prepare for battle!"

"Oh?! Finally encountered an enemy? I've been itching to get started! Hopefully, it's someone who can last a little longer under my sword." Mordred's pretty face beneath her bull horns revealed a fierce and excited expression.

Even though she appears to be a rational person who can communicate, she is a Berserker after all, and she has long been unable to suppress her urge to fight.

Immediately, Mordred drew his greatsword without hesitation, unleashing his magic. Crimson lightning enveloped the blade as he slashed out.

Bang! Brunhilde easily caught the attack.

Oh, not bad—! Seems like a worthy opponent. So, how about this strike?

Just as Xiao Mo was about to unleash another powerful sword strike, a sudden chill ran down his neck. His battle instincts, honed through countless trials on the battlefield, made him instinctively duck and roll.

Then a sharp, blade-like slash flashed by, followed by a dignified yet serene voice from behind: "Dodged it? Not bad!"

what? !

Mordred stood up from the ground in a very disheveled state. How could she have dodged the attack in such a humiliating way?

The next moment, a pure white dragon-shaped armor appeared before her eyes. Its powerful posture, resembling a weapon of war, and its humanoid height, which was tall enough to overshadow King Hassan's heavy armor, contrasted sharply with Little Mordred's short stature, which inherited her 'father's'. The overwhelming sense of oppression was palpable.

Wow! A gigantic enemy?

She had fought against many such enemies alongside her father.

But—wait, isn't she fighting Lancer? What's this extra dragon-shaped armor?

Moreover, even a non-caster-class Heroic Spirit like her could sense the identical connection between the dragon-shaped armor and the enemy wielding the large spear.

When they saw that the pure white armor had already walked up to Brunhilde and the others.

Mordred: "Hey, just asking—you're not a Rider or Caster or anything like that, are you?"

Matou Kariya, already tense from the sudden appearance of another enemy, was even more alarmed upon hearing Mo's words: '!??'

What nonsense is Berserker spouting?

Wait, is it possible...

Realizing something was amiss, he stared intently at the other side, a hint of suspicion creeping into his mind.

Rider? Mordred isn't going to say that the dragon-shaped armor is some kind of mount belonging to that female Heroic Spirit on the other side, is she?! That thing can be piloted?

Meanwhile, Brunhilde chuckled and said, "Who knows? Maybe it'll be Lancer wielding a staff. Hmm? I do know some magic, even using a spear as a staff is perfectly acceptable!"

hateful--!

That old hag! Does she even have to hide something like job placement?