I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

This was the magician's most immediate impression upon seeing Du Wei.

"Could you please move aside? I don't want to complicate things; it would be a waste of time to waste here."

Du Wei wore a gentle and calm smile.

However, this made the magicians even more suspicious of him.

Their thoughts can be seen from their wary expressions.

This man is definitely involved in the recent explosion; we can't let him run rampant in this clock tower.

Magicians think about it in a similar way.

Du Wei himself could guess it.

"Heh, fine, let's use the simplest and quickest method. Dealing with humans is much easier than dealing with the mysterious."

Du Wei smiled faintly and took a step forward.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred.

Countless vengeful spirits drifted around, filling the surrounding space.

It's like being trapped in a deep-sea whirlpool and being gradually swallowed up.

"vomit--!!"

The magicians all knelt down and began to retch.

Some couldn't withstand the pressure and fainted, while many more collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

A numbing sensation, eroded by my fingers, surged forth.

Footsteps approached with the wind of death, and the heavy mass in the air was maddening.

Unbearable, unbearable.

That guy is definitely not human!?

"...The scene was rather unsightly. However, thankfully I didn't use my spiritual pressure on the fairy."

Du Wei stroked his chin and looked around.

Magicians under spiritual pressure are almost unable to rise again, with only a few managing to maintain consciousness.

Du Wei could only find out what they wanted to know from them.

Under the pressure of spiritual energy, they had no choice but to speak.

Humans are quite honest when it comes to the will to survive, which made things much easier for Du Wei, at least.

Du Wei had almost no obstacles along the way.

No magician can get close to his spiritual pressure range.

A defensive magic spell?

　090 These don't even qualify as scratching Du Wei's itch.

Even if the target is hit, it will have no effect whatsoever; it's as ridiculous as an ant trying to shake a tree.

Legal and Political Affairs Department, Relics Storage Room.

The two sealed boxes were held between his right and waist.

Du Wei held the file in his left hand and read it with great interest.

Splash—

The surroundings were so quiet that the only sound was the turning of pages in the files.

"Uh...ah..."

The magicians were almost lying dead on the ground.

Because these guys were getting in the way, Du Wei increased his spiritual pressure considerably to make them quieter.

They have now lost the ability to resist and are on the verge of death.

That's what it means to be an ant that can be slaughtered at will.

"As expected, there are relics for summoning Servants inside the Clock Tower. Now summoning a specific Servant is no problem. The only thing to worry about is where these guys are..."

The archives contain information about the seven Masters of the Clock Tower.

Long before Du Wei, Masters had already taken the relics from the Clock Tower.

Only two relics remain that have not yet been sent out.

They are all in Du Wei's hands now.

According to the archive's annotations, the two relics were excavated in the Middle East and Arcadia, respectively.

The necessary conditions for summoning the Heroic Spirit have been met.

There's only one problem left now.

...divide...line...

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The church leader in this Holy Grail War.

His name is Shiro Kotomine.

This is not actually his real name.

His true identity is that of a survivor from the Third Holy Grail War, who underwent incarnation as a Servant after touching the Greater Grail.

It lived for sixty years.

The ideal is to give everything to save all mankind, and his original form was a saint of the Holy Church - Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

"Heh, if we want to completely grasp the Red Team's Master information, do we still have to wait for them to come to the Church?"

Du Wei had devised his next move.

He casually tossed the records aside.

Everything we need has been found in the Clock Tower; now we just need to head to the battlefield of the Holy Grail War.

Looking around at the magicians who had all collapsed.

Du Wei shook his head speechlessly.

Modern magicians are really only this good; after wandering around for so long, not a single person even walked up to him.

They were simply not good enough for him.

Du Wei brought the sacred relic to the outside of the academy.

Soon after, a loud roar reached our ears.

Melusine descended from the sky and returned to Duve.

Her face, clouded with gloom, betrayed no sunny disposition.

"Was the recovery successful?"

"Hmm, successful retrieval. However, only Albion's skull and eyes retain magic; the rest is far too scattered..."

This is not what truly troubles Melusine.

Rather, it is the record received last.

Albion, the last dragon to soar through the skies in the Pan-Human History, would rely on physical means to penetrate the inner sea of ​​the star, even if it meant being shattered to pieces.

Melusine undoubtedly sensed this will.

A strong sense of loss stemming from one's own intentions.

"Is it... that we can't enter the Inner Sea of ​​Stars with our physical bodies...? Is annihilation the only fate for Albion...?"

Melusine looked confused and puzzled.

The end of Lostbelt Albion is similar to this.

The dragon that had been guarding the very end of the dragon's journey ended in such a heartbreaking way.

It's understandable that she's saddened by this.

Melusine, who usually always wears a smile, now showed such a regrettable and sad expression.

Du Wei will not turn a blind eye to this.

So he launched an operation.

"Heave-ho!"

Suddenly, Melusine's petite body was lifted up.

Du Wei put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up.

This action was far too sudden.

Melusin, caught off guard, blushed slightly, somewhat bewildered by what had happened.