Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Leonardo and Hephaestion's Noble Phantasms might be able to protect him, but the opponent still has three moves left, and after one move, there are two more. Relying on the combined power, if they cannot kill him before he can make his move, then they will be defeated.

Iskandar's line of reasoning fails precisely because while a large supply of mana can certainly enhance his Noble Phantasm's effects and attributes, the obvious differences remain insurmountable.

Not to mention that saint who may or may not actually be the one who extinguished the holy sound, and that otherworldly Caster who controls the otherworldly Lu Bu and is also quite powerful himself.

“Magician, just say what you want!” Iskandar said decisively.

“It’s very simple.” Kenneth revealed a confident and arrogant expression.

"Conqueror King, I will make you a demigod in this Holy Grail War!"

"Oh dear, this job is a bit difficult..."

Tsugumi looked at Matou Sakura, who was expressionless and motionless like a walking corpse, scratched her brow and sighed.

"Why did I only think of convenience back then...?"

After putting on a grand show of bravado, Tsugumi's first action wasn't to leave or find the mastermind, but rather to treat Matou Sakura here.

The unfortunate brat's soul was shattered by his shout, and although he managed to retrieve all the fragments, piecing them back together...

His curse of ruin and destructive power are more than enough to enslave and control souls, and even stitching souls together is not a problem, but completely piecing souls back together is another matter entirely.

Even though both involve cutting people, you can't make a butcher perform surgery!

In short, despite several attempts to piece together her self, Matou Sakura's self could not be fully integrated. If she were forcibly awakened, the result would either be madness or turning her into a living dead without consciousness or emotion.

Should I go find the Holy Grail and make a wish?

Just as Tsurugi was pondering a solution to the problem, a girl suddenly appeared silently behind him.

With her beautiful, long white hair and fair skin, she wore a black and white striped lace dress and white stockings, and tiptoed closer in high heels.

“Sur......”

She was just about to jump out and surprise Tsurugi when she suddenly collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

Tsugumi stared expressionlessly at the 'girl' whose soul had left her body, and narrowed her eyes as she spoke.

"Who was I looking for death with back then... and it was you?"

"Oh my, it's such an honor to be recognized by someone as important as you!"

The girl, whose soul was exactly the same as her body, said with a grin, showing no fear of having her soul taken away.

But Tsurugi knew perfectly well that neither the person before her was real, neither their face nor their soul.

He knew the person in front of him, though he didn't know much about her; there wasn't much information about her to begin with.

"François Plelatti, you've been causing trouble ever since that old worm died, haven't you?"

"Oh dear, just call her Francesca, or just call her Fran~??~??"

The thing in front of him, disguised as a young girl, winked at him cutely, and then his soul was torn to shreds by Tsurugi.

But the next moment, it revived.

"Hehe, don't be so rough, I'm here to help you."

Francesca gave a slightly resentful look and pouted.

Tsugumi thought silently for a moment, then looked at her and narrowed her eyes.

"...You weren't sent by Beelzebub, were you?"

"How did you guess?" Francesca was genuinely resentful now, pouting and trying to look cute.

"I was clearly trying to keep you in suspense, so how did the mystery get revealed so quickly? Don't you dislike thinking?"

"Disliking something doesn't mean you can't do it, especially since I also have to worry about who's behind this mess."

Tsugumi looked coldly at Francesca, arms crossed, and said...

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"I can help you heal this poor little girl, my dear friend Machiri's lovely granddaughter~~~~"

Francesca pointed at Matou Sakura, who was standing motionless behind him, winked, and smiled wickedly.

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François Plelatti, or rather Francesca, the famous Princess Yokohime

This title was originally given to him by the various Yue Chou members because they thought he was a very powerful mastermind hiding behind the scenes. He is considered one of the top extras in the world of side stories, along with the Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal God Red A, the one who instantly killed the source of the peerless double-wielding, the one who wielded the source of the Yangtze River Knight, and the one who instantly killed the source of 214.

Of course, when the plot unfolded later, it was revealed that this group was just a bunch of troublemakers who got beaten up by all sorts of people and survived purely by being immortal. So their nickname became a pure joke—they were being beaten so badly that they were flying around like crazy!

This guy can't even beat the old bug!

Of course, it's not impossible to brag if you really want to. The "Snail City Text" that this guy gave to Marshal Gilles de Les France does indeed have an astronomical probability link to a "location that should absolutely not be connected" in the Noble Phantasm setting. Considering that the Cthulhu gods in FGO have been openly added to the main story, this thing might actually be able to open the door to the outer multiverse of R'lyeh!

But in essence, she's just an old bug that's exceptionally long-lived and incredibly difficult to kill.

As for why Tsugumi recognized her as someone sent by Beelzebub at a glance—

Because of the artbook, um, because of the artbook.

When this character was summoned to the mortal realm as a Servant, she possessed an E-rank divinity. It was said that she was mixed with the blood of a certain god, who was a descendant of the almost forgotten goddess of seduction, At. However, for some reason, she also had a related lineage combination with Beelzebub.

In short, they are just distant relatives who have absolutely no connection to each other.

Dongjiang just said it casually, and the other party immediately admitted it.

Once she admitted it, Dongjiang believed her. After all, those hellish creatures were indeed like the Big Bad Wolf, never wavering in their determination to cause trouble no matter how many times they were beaten!

Next, Tsugumi tried to kill her over a hundred times.

They could annihilate, imprison, and destroy the soul from every angle, but they still couldn't kill it.

Even if you lock them up, a new one will soon emerge from somewhere else, and the one that was locked up will die out on its own.

This doesn't seem like a force native to the moon.

"Hehe, I really have to thank you~~~" Francesca, having recovered from a pile of mangled flesh, winked at him and said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have been able to get in touch with such a great person!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was finely chopped into minced meat by Tsurugi.

"Ouch! I won't die, but it still hurts!"

"Then speak properly," Tsugumi said, glancing sideways.

“You’re Beelzebub’s lackey, so explain what he’s up to. If you can’t, I’ll blow this thing right now!”

As he spoke, Dongjiang took out a horn.

"Hehe, you're in charge of a responsibility now, and you've already bragged once, can you still bragged like that in this world?" Francesca winked and grinned.

"If I can't boast here, I'll just jump back to another world and boast there again," Tsugumi said calmly.

"Either I find a world with Beelzebub, or whenever I encounter a world related to Beelzebub in the future, I will make trouble for him."

"I'll make him wipe Michael's shoes with his own face every day!"

"Oh dear, a landmine-type boy like you... is really difficult to deal with!"

After saying this, Francesca, who had been subjected to another form of torture, shrugged.

"Alright, my charming ancestor, whose relationship with me is unknown, did tell me not to provoke you and to speak my mind. So I said what I know, he is indeed the mastermind behind this Holy Grail War."

"As for what he wants to do—I don't know the specifics, but he does want to summon something, or perhaps he wants to descend upon this world in person?"

He didn't lie, nor did he tell the whole truth, but even if he had, Tsurugi wouldn't have believed much of it.

But Tsurugi wouldn't doubt Beelzebub's claim that he was the mastermind behind everything—after all, there are very few people in the world who would let Beelzebub cover for them and take the blame.

Those troublemakers and Beelzebub's troublemaking made no difference to him, so there was no need to think too much about it!

"I can help you heal her," Francesca said with a smile, pointing at the motionless, doll-like Matou Sakura.

"Hilarious! I don't owe her anything!"

"Oh my, really~~~~~" Francesca circled him halfway around, covering her mouth and giggling.

"I didn't realize you could be so proud..."

Francesca, who had been cut into seventeen pieces, was restored to her original shape, and then she said with a grin...

"Okay, stop pretending. We all know you're a good person."

"Although you are a great demon in the worldly sense, we know that you never treat truly good or innocent people cruelly. You treat the lambs and the good kindly. For this alone, you are a moral exemplar in hell!"

"Speak," she said, spreading her hands.

"Besides, I don't intend to threaten you. We'll do whatever we want openly, right under your nose. You see, everything is right in front of you, so you can see what bad things we're doing."

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“We would never deceive our colleagues, especially since your status is far higher than mine. I am merely a descendant of a forgotten god, now just a lowly public instrument of hell. How could I possibly compare to you, a marquis?”

Tsugumi narrowed her eyes and stepped aside.

He had no doubt that Francesca and Beelzebub were up to something, but as they said, it was an open conspiracy, and it wouldn't be wrong to call it a collaboration.

But whether it's a conspiracy or not, he has to do it anyway; no matter what, his approach won't change.

Just do it!

Do whatever you want!

Francesca quickly skipped over to Matou Sakura's side, pierced her finger with a strangely shaped dagger, then grabbed a lump of black and red flesh and placed it on Matou Sakura's body.

"This is the body tissue of poor Barbatos-chan, who has died countless times—I'm talking about the one in this world."

Before Tsugumi could even ask, Francesca spoke up with a grin.

“You should know that my poor friend Machiri is a descendant of Barbatos, but this little girl is not. She only has the blood of the Tohsaka family, an ordinary family with no background.”

"You grafted Matou family cells onto her body to reshape it, which gave her basic information about the Demon Pillar family, but you can't obtain authentication permissions for its complete maintenance unit~~~~~"

"After all, the Zorgen family still exists in this world~~~ And you've also noticed, haven't you, the small restrictions and rules that surround Fuyuki."

Tsugumi didn't speak, but silently watched Francesca operate.

What she did was to graft the most orthodox Barbatos's 'organization' onto Matou Sakura. Zorgen, the Matou family is a Demon Pillar family, but this family does not mean that their bloodline comes from the Demon Pillar. Rather, their genes carry a system that can inherit and promote the correct principles more effectively, namely, a lineage of magicians that corrects human reasoning.

It's like a curse. Whether it's Rafe or the old bug, their sudden, nonsensical dream of 'saving humanity' when they were young was actually influenced by the humanistic spirit.