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

Therefore, Medea's purpose in coming to her was very simple and direct—

"I need the wine you make," she said urgently, her gaze fixed intently on Saint Jesus.

"With just five bottles—no, three bottles are enough—I can construct a temple and directly create the Lesser Grail!"

Tsugumi looked at Medea with great interest, stroked her chin, and said with a playful expression.

"Hmm~~~~ You have great taste. But I'm curious, in your guess, who is the one who can create these wines, my servant?"

Who is it?

Medea took a deep breath, concealing the turmoil in her heart.

She had already made many guesses before she arrived. It was like the divine wine of Dionysus, or the celestial wine of Olympus, but in the end, they were extremely similar. However, the fact that they possessed different qualities at the same time meant that they were not the same thing.

It is more magical, more magnificent, and closer to the category of 'miracle' than the treasures of those two gods.

When Medea saw the other party during the visit, her first reaction was that the other party was indeed a follower related to Dionysus, perhaps Hymenaeus, or Priapus, or even another side of the old acquaintance Orpheus.

But as she got closer, Medea had an even more troublesome suspicion in her mind.

After all, while the aforementioned individuals might be able to produce these items, it's still outrageous for them to sell such valuable things for 1000 yen a bottle.

Even compared to this, Medea's second guess is even more outrageous!

She just thought it was outrageous, even if the possibility was high, it was still outrageous!

How could the Holy Grail summon such a being? Or rather, how could such a being respond to the call of the Holy Grail War?

This broken cup can't even pull down a complete god, so how could it possibly pull down a supreme god?

Although the opponent's power seems similar to that of an ordinary person, it's unclear whether it's a demotion, possession, or something else, but...

And the Master of such a being—is actually a 'demon noble'?!

Suppose that the beings of the highest heavens knew that the master of the Holy Son was a demon... saying such a thing would be utterly blasphemous.

Seemingly guessing what Medea was thinking, Tsugumi said to her seriously.

"Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense! Brother Sheng is my brother. We don't have a master-servant relationship. Besides—I can be a demon outside, but in front of him, I'm still a saint!"

"...In short, that's all I want." Medea lowered her beautiful eyes and said softly.

"I can tell you love it a lot," Tsugumi said, stroking her chin.

"Ha, as the God of Pure Love, why would I refuse? This is the perfect setup for my show! Five bottles aren't enough! How about I give you ten?"

With a generous wave of his hand, Tsurugi gave her twice the amount.

This unexpected benefit is essentially a way of buying peace of mind; the fact that the betraying witch has fallen in love doesn't change the fact that she's betrayed people multiple times. Giving her the blood of Jesus naturally means she needs to work hard.

"I don't care whether you use the extra alcohol to reshape your body or something else, but what we need is for you to work loyally for us. Can you do that?"

Medea stared at the row of Jesus' blood displayed before her, her heart churning with turmoil. She glanced silently at the figure playing PS1 in the distance, paused for a moment, then took out a parchment scroll.

“I knew, so I prepared a self-mandatory statement before I came…”

"I don't understand, I'm just a scholar who's studied the Spring and Autumn Annals!" Dongjiang retorted bluntly.

“You’re a magician, while I know absolutely nothing about these weird things. The system is completely incompatible, and with your treasured artifact, the contract’s enforceability is not guaranteed.”

"Let's sign this!"

He clapped his right hand, and a demonic contract appeared between them.

The "All Laws Can Be Broken" symbol has an extremely strong destructive power over contract-based products within the Type-Moon world system, but it is powerless against contracts outside of the Tsugumi system.

The things within the system don't work well for Dongjiang, but it's hard to guarantee that things in this closed environment don't have any local protection. Although the basic foundation of this world is that outsiders are always superior, you can never have too many safeguards.

Medea briefly reviewed the contract, added some clauses, and then pushed it back.

It's nothing much, just some restrictive clauses on their transaction. Before the contract is finalized, neither party may take any hostile or malicious coercive actions against the other, which is perfectly fair and just.

Tsuruga read the terms aloud, ensuring that only these enforceable agreements existed and that all textual traps and loopholes were addressed. Finally, both parties signed the contract.

Medea successfully obtained ten vials of Jesus' blood, and then left the place that she found particularly eerie without hesitation.

"Miss Medea doesn't seem to simply want to create a Lesser Grail and shape a physical body..." Saint Jesus turned around and said.

“Of course, she never said her main purpose from the beginning.” Tsugumi shrugged, unsurprised.

"I could smell that nauseatingly sweet scent of romance right here!"

Shirou Emiya was taken back by Hercules to be given to Illya as a gift. If the original visual novel's plot had continued, this poor protagonist of the eroge would most likely have been turned into a living figurine.

If he dies, Medea will use the blood of Jesus given to her by Tsurugi to reshape her physical body or maintain her magic power, and then use it as a basis to summon other Servants to descend to the mortal world to take revenge on Hercules and Illya.

If he hadn't died, she would still have used that magic to her advantage, coercing Hercules to return her master.

A woman in love, especially a yandere type, is easy to read.

"But no matter what, we've already started the fire, so there's bound to be some fun!"

Tsugumi revealed a mischievous, gleeful expression.

Seeing this, Saint Jesus shook his head helplessly, then turned back to continue playing the game.

......

"Your Majesty, how could you be wrong? Everything you do is right!"

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, that's exactly what we should do! Who are you? You are Apollo descended to earth, the reincarnation of the Muse! The entire empire should come and admire your beautiful singing voice!"

"What? There are nobles who oppose His Majesty? These are no ordinary senators; they're almost as despicable as the group that assassinated Caesar back then. We must strike hard!"

"You are the emperor, there are some things you don't need to listen to. You are the great red dragon in the sky. There is an old saying in the country—deafness is proof of being an emperor!"

"Kill! What other way is there? Since Agrippina can keep the emperor confined in the deep palace as a plaything, why can't we treat her like dirt and use her for our own purposes?"

"I am both saddened by Your Majesty's passing and offer my congratulations to Your Majesty!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if you had 80,000 loaves of bread, Boudica would still need ten to fifteen days to eat them!"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your right to become Emperor!"

Rin Tohsaka woke up from her bed with a groan.

"What kind of nonsense is this...?"

The disheveled, beautiful girl clutched her throbbing head, patting it vigorously to ease the pain, then said sadly...

She just had a dream, and if she's not mistaken, it must have been a dream Nero had before his death.

Because of the flow of magical energy between Servants and Masters, it is normal for Masters to occasionally dream about the experiences of their Servants in their previous lives.

But—what a bizarre dream it was!

Rin Tohsaka only remembered one thing from her dream: endless flattery and boasting.

In her dream, she remembered a seemingly wicked young man standing in front of her, showering her with compliments, and then praising her all the way to the throne of the emperor.

So, who exactly is that person?

Rin Tohsaka, her head throbbing with pain, struggled to recall the history she had learned, in which fire played a crucial role in the destruction of the Roman Empire.

An unknown saint, whose existence is uncertain, burned Rome with fire, and the second fire occurred during the time of Nero.

It is said that Emperor Nero was wise during the early and middle periods of his reign. Although he committed the heinous acts of matricide and massacring of the Senate under the influence of an unknown treacherous minister, the Roman people did not have a bad opinion of him and even considered him quite good.

But with the mysterious disappearance of the nameless treacherous minister after a pilgrimage to a Christian cathedral, Nero went mad. He not only massacred the Christians who had been lenient in the early and middle periods, but also overthrew many of the good policies of the early period and began to carry out large-scale construction projects.

All of this came to an end with the emperor's self-immolation, the flames engulfing the entire palace and the whole of Rome.

Later historians believed that this nameless traitor must have had a secret intimate relationship with Emperor Nero. Considering that Nero never married, it is very likely that this nameless traitor was his same-sex lover.

Okay, now that Nero is a woman, Rin Tohsaka has even more reason to believe it.

Knock, knock, knock... A knocking sound rang out from outside the door, accompanied by Nero's booming voice.

"Player, I want to take a bath!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I forgot I missed two updates yesterday and the day before, here they are! (Waves) Also, next up is to take on the evil of this world, to do something big, to do something big, GO!

Having traveled through time, the only option is to kill, kill, kill! : 48. The reaction between the Holy Bath and the Clock Tower

"Ah~~~ Taking a bath is definitely the most comfortable thing."

Inside the steamy public bathhouse, Jesus let out a long sigh of relief, a satisfied expression on his face, as he immersed himself in the warm water against a backdrop of snow-capped Mount Fuji.

After all, he's an old Roman, and taking a bath is something he really enjoys.

"What's wrong? You seem to be having a hard time adjusting."

He glanced at Dongjiang, who seemed a little uneasy beside him, and asked with a slightly teasing tone.

"Of course I'm not feeling well," Tsugumi rolled her eyes and said irritably.

“I hate any public facility that requires you to be naked—including swimming pools!”

Tsurugi really dislikes these public facilities that require honesty and openness, not for any other reason than she just hates them!

Do you find it unhygienic?

"Of course, I don't like soaking my penis in a pool with a bunch of grown men, especially when it's crowded!"

Dongjiang's words can be described as always being startling and unforgettable.

In an instant, Saint Jesus felt countless unfriendly, deathly stares coming from all directions.

"Keep your voice down," he whispered, shrinking his neck.

Dongjiang, unconcerned, glanced around, glaring at everyone who dared to look at him. Most people cowered, except for one menacing-looking gangster who stepped forward directly.

"Hey, what are you saying again? Say it again if you dare!"

As he spoke, he straightened his back as if deliberately showing off the scar on his abdomen. Tsugumi looked at the small wound and wanted to mock him, but then she suddenly thought of something else.

"Kola! Which group are you from?! You didn't even salute my big brother when you saw him!"

Tsugumi instantly switched to a gangster accent, pointing disdainfully at his scar.

"You dare to show off with such a small injury? Do you know where my older brother used to work? He was the number one underworld boss in Golgotha!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the deep wound on Teacher Da Ye's abdomen. Putting everything else aside, this kind of wound, clearly caused by a sharp weapon penetrating deep into the abdomen, was not something an ordinary person could sustain.