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

The media's "devilish power" makes making money difficult without a well-established network. It might be easier in developed countries like the US, but in Japan, the development of e-commerce is... well, you know what I mean.

If he were to come back from Europe and America after making a round of money, it would take at least two or three days, and more importantly, he would have to expend his energy—in the Type-Moon world, Tsugumi didn't really want to waste her energy.

Who told this godforsaken place to be teeming with all sorts of monsters and demons? If he remembered correctly, there really was a true ancestor of the Dead Apostles who was in finance, and magicians were extremely strict in their control over the economy, because money was indeed incredibly useful in this world.

After all, in the normal timeline, Old Deng of the Animusphia family is always short of money. If he could get enough money, such as wishing for endless money through the Holy Grail, he could immediately transform into a super god-like figure like the capitalist prison warden and create something as ruthless as Chaldea.

Hayek was truly great!

Why not just rob them?

Dongjiang doesn't care, but he doesn't know if Teacher Daye can accept someone stealing electric bikes to support him.

Dongjiang mentioned it briefly, and sure enough, Teacher Daye resolutely refused! Jesus was absolutely opposed to things like robbing others of their money.

"We need to earn money for food, though I don't really need to eat," Tsugumi said, spreading her hands.

Masters don't need to eat, but Servants do. This is truly the opposite of the natural order.

“I do have a business opportunity.” Jesus said as if he had made up his mind, then trotted to the nearby water fountain and filled a mineral water bottle he had found with water.

Then the next second—

All the clear water instantly turned into clear wine.

“Oh dear, Buddha and I did similar things when we were poor.”

Jesus held up the bottle of wine and smiled.

“He can conjure fruit and I can make wine, but his doesn’t sell very well because of the agricultural cooperative’s problems. As for me, I can only sell wine; fish and bread are hard to sell.”

With a strange expression, Tsurugi took the wine and sipped it. The taste wasn't particularly good, but it was quite mellow with a fresh fruity aroma. And if you had to say, this bottle should be considered red wine.

as well as……

[The Sleepless One LV3] Experience +1!

Tsurugi's expression changed immediately; this was the first time he had ever seen a skill that granted experience!

But from another perspective, this also shows that this bottle of wine is indeed not a simple thing for Dongjiang.

"How about we sell this and make a living?" Jesus pondered, feeling that they couldn't make too much profit from this risk-free business.

Tsurugi looked at him and gave him a slightly comical smile.

"Okay."

He had no reason to refuse, even if he was just looking for fun.

He was quite curious about how people would react to drinking this wine, given the unique and mysterious blessing of the moon.

……

Long, long ago, there was a country where a beautiful princess lived.

Her life was very rich and happy. She had a doting father, an aunt who taught her magic, an adorable younger brother, and even the gods in heaven liked her.

Until one day comes

She was chosen to be part of a game played by the gods.

A giant ship sailed across the sea carrying a group of heroes who were ordered by the Queen of Heaven to take the Golden Fleece.

Yes, they were heroes, but they were also pirates. But that was the way of the times; plunder and killing were never condemned. In the name of the gods, all plunder and evil deeds could be forgiven.

The leader of the group wanted to take the Golden Fleece for his own country, but the princess's father resolutely refused. So the gods resorted to underhanded tactics, striking the princess with an arrow of love.

So the princess fell irrevocably in love with the leading hero. She put the dragon to sleep, weakened the giants, and allowed the hero to obtain the Golden Fleece.

She even killed her beloved younger brother with her own hands for him, cutting him into eight pieces and throwing him into the sea.

Okay, this well-known story is about Jason and Medea. In the history of this world, such behavior is not too terrible. After all, her brother has the immortality of divine blood. Even if he is cut into eight pieces, he can be resurrected. It just takes some time.

But regardless, the fact remains that she plundered her mother country and betrayed her own. Medea's later tragic fate was a result of the gods toying with her.

The princess, hoping to win the love of her lover, helped the hero kill his usurping uncle, indirectly causing him to lose his throne. Forced to leave the country and wander aimlessly, they all ended up with nothing.

No one in this story has a good ending—the hero, the witch, the king, none of them.

Only the gods, only their mockery and cruelty, have spread the story of this betrayal of the witch for thousands of years.

Even steel deities from other universes, once imbued with the light of humanity, can commit acts of cruelty and atrocity no less than those committed by humans themselves.

Then, Medea ended up here.

She joined the Holy Grail War, a war she had little interest in, and fought to seize the so-called Holy Grail.

Her initial Master was a cruel scoundrel who, to show off his skills and so-called modern technology, extracted magical energy from a group of children. Medea, unable to stand by and watch, demonstrated her abilities, creating magical crystals out of thin air a hundred times more than he had painstakingly refined using human lives.

Then, instead of asking her for magic or honestly correcting his foolishness, the foolish magician used a Command Seal to command her power not to exceed that of his Master.

The foolish magician, who thought he had Medea under his thumb, slapped her and mocked her past, calling her a treacherous witch.

Then he died.

The idea that Command Seals have absolute control over Servants is a false proposition. The entire Command Seals and Servant system is a copy created by the Fuyuki family by borrowing the Counter Force system. For powerful Servants from the Age of Gods, especially the magicians from the Age of Gods, the Command Seals are a system that can be easily broken.

Not to mention that her Noble Phantasm was specifically designed to break through such a situation.

Having chosen betrayal once again, the witch sneered as she fell in the rainy night. Her first life was a joke, and it seemed her second would end in the same comical way.

My dream is simply to return to my hometown...

Without a Master, a Servant lacks the basic magical energy to exist. Medea might have other solutions, but the disheartened witch was too lazy to do such pointless things anymore.

Just as she closed her eyes, preparing to accept her own demise—

"Are you alright, ma'am? Do you need help?"

The red-haired boy stood in front of her and asked with concern.

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 37. The High Jump Boy and the Lonely Beautiful Young Woman (Second Update)

"Caster, do you like these dolls?"

The red-haired boy looked at the magician standing in front of the shop window and asked curiously.

"...Hmph, it's nothing, just lamenting that the skills of craftsmen in this world are getting worse day by day."

The magician said this, but couldn't help glancing back.

Emiya Shirou, carrying a small sheep-shaped plush pillow and ingredients for today's meal, was walking home.

Three days ago marked a turning point in the fate of young Shirou Emiya.

That day, his good friend Ryudong Issei, who lived in Ryudong Temple, asked him to repair the heater in his house. He wanted to refuse, because although he was a kind-hearted person, he did not want to get too involved in such professional matters outside of school.

But perhaps because his junior, Matou Sakura, suddenly called to apologize that she couldn't cook at his house for the time being, Shirou thought he might as well use Issei's kitchen, so he agreed.

He was a few hours late getting home that day, and it was raining quite heavily. On his way home from Ryudouji Temple, Shirou Emiya encountered a woman who had collapsed in the rain.

So Shirou Emiya carried her back home.

Then he realized that what he had rescued was not a person, but a follower.

Emiya Shirou was surprised, but not particularly surprised, because he himself had been educated in the field of magic since childhood under the tutelage of his adoptive father.

For Emiya Shirou, Servants and ancient heroes were things he didn't understand, but they weren't unimaginable.

On the contrary, Shirou Emiya wants to stop the war she mentioned, in which the seven Masters and seven Servants would kill each other, from happening in the city where he grew up.

There was no other reason than that he wanted to stop this war that would affect other innocent people.

Moreover, he didn't want to see Caster disappear before his eyes.

Perhaps this is not considered death for a Servant or a Heroic Spirit, but Shirou Emiya, with his innate personality and upbringing, cannot bear to see such a scene.

Caster says that she was forced into this situation because her Master was killed by Assassin. If you make a contract with her, you are likely to be targeted and killed.

But he still chose to sign a contract with Caster and join this extremely dangerous war for him.

Then he learned her real name.

Medea, the witch in Greek mythology who betrayed her homeland and country, and ultimately wandered in misery.

"What, Master? Do you regret making a contract with a witch like me now that you know my name?"

With her delicate and beautiful face, and long ears, she looked like a witch from Tolkien's novels, gazing at Shirou Emiya with a playful yet dangerous gaze.

"Of course not," Shirou Emiya said without any attempt to hide his intentions. He simply wanted to ask Medea what her wish would be.

—If she could, she would like to return to her hometown.

The witch's words were sincere, Shirou Emiya could tell. He wasn't sure about the others, but this one sentence was absolutely honest.

That's good, that's enough.

For Shirou Emiya, all he needed to do was make sure the other person wasn't the kind of person who would use their wishes to do evil just because they won.

"Fermented grape juice is for sale! It tastes great, buy a bottle for only 1000 yen!"

Just as Shirou came out of his usual convenience store, he discovered a makeshift stall set up on the street, covered with bottles of plastic filled with a bright red liquid.

Is it wine?

Shirou wasn't quite sure, but he wanted to complain more about why there was a small shop selling wine on the street, right in front of a convenience store.

The man selling alcohol was a foreign man who looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, and his curly hair was tied back with a thorny headband. His face appeared somewhat thin, even giving off a sorrowful feeling.

Are you a foreigner? What difficulties are you facing in selling wine from such a small stall in Fuyuki City?

With such compassion and kindness, and also because he himself needed it, Shirou went over and picked up a bottle of red wine from a plastic bottle.

"Want to buy a bottle, buddy? It tastes really good!"

This foreigner, who looked like he was from the Middle East, was pitifully trying to sell his wares in fluent Japanese.

"Can I open a bottle and smell it?"

"Ah, please make yourself at home!"

Shirou immediately unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sniff, and his eyes lit up instantly.

I initially thought that red wine in a plastic bottle couldn't be anything good, but the wine in this bottle tasted much better than Shirou expected.

After consulting the stall owner, Shirou took a small sip from the bottle cap—of course, no one saw it, since minors in this country can do whatever they want on the big screen, except drink alcohol.