Type-Moon: Root Seiko

With Narojin's sharp speed and reflexes, even though Irisviel used a lot of magic and threads to attack him, she could only leave a few scratches on his clothes!

"Wow, amazing! I can't believe there are magicians like this in the world, they're incredible!"

Irisviel let out a silvery laugh, her bright red eyes then glancing around:

"Then, Mr. Luo Zhen, can you defend against this attack?"

The android princess waved her hand, and the silver thread she swung cut through the steel frame standing by the harbor, carrying several tons of steel bars as it hurtled towards her!

Even if you can dismantle a magical construct, you shouldn't be able to dismantle its physical structure and kinetic energy, which don't contain magic. Irisviel's combat instincts are really good.

And she was right; Luo Zhen's "magic" was indeed unable to deal with non-mysterious physical structures and kinetic energy.

Therefore, he certainly considered combat methods.

Luo Zhen conjured a magnificent revolver from his hand.

To Irisviel's astonishment, Rōjin raised his hand and fired, causing the art-like hand cannon to roar like a beast.

The bullet, etched with a burst magic circuit, struck the steel block with a power greater than a wire-guided anti-tank missile from a certain game, blasting it to pieces in mid-air!

"This is my Mystic Code, named 'Rose'."

Amidst the turbulent storm, Luo Zhen proudly showed Irisviel:

"This was made by my lover; it's a token of our love—even though it was after I cheated on him."

Chapter 46 Little Sister Alice!

“You need to take responsibility for me. You've turned my whole life into a defective product!”

This was the declaration that Orange made when she rode on Luo Zhen's back then, filled with resentment and jealousy.

Part of it was her rebellious spirit towards Yuzhu that made her unusually frank, which would have made her even more awkward.

As a result, after being arrogant and aloof, and achieving a perfect ending by biting Luo Zhen's shoulder... this puppeteer could no longer be "pure" herself.

She could no longer imagine what she was like before meeting Luo Zhen. The dolls she could make from then on were all anchored in the state after that day, as if even her soul had been defiled by this man.

So what she said was actually true: it was indeed Ryougi Shirou who turned her into a flawed product, making it impossible for the Grand Puppeteer to ever be perfect again.

But Luo Zhen was very proud, extremely proud.

After that incident, it seemed as if Orange wanted to release all her resentment, regret, and jealousy.

The childlike pride and smugness of losing to Aoko despite losing to Aoko, as well as the pure sweetness she would never express, are all incorporated into her work. She even worked overtime overnight to create this formal dress without wearing any clothes.

This is "Rose," which actually means the same thing as Rozen's name.

Luo Zhen also integrated it into his Spirit Origin, transforming it into a Noble Phantasm as a Heroic Spirit, so that it would be forever engraved with him.

"...What a powerful destructive Mystic Code. If you were hit by something like that, no matter how many layers of defensive barriers you had, they would be blown apart."

Irisviel, protecting her ponytail that was being blown about by the sea breeze, instinctively took a step back.

She still wore a forced smile, but cold sweat broke out on her face.

She could tell that the gun in Luo Zhen's hand was extraordinary.

That weapon, which could probably be classified as a revolver, was actually a miniature power reactor that efficiently converted magic into magic bullets, along with its complete bullet-making and firing device.

This kind of sophisticated device, which condenses a massive electromagnetic railgun and its ammunition manufacturing plant into a single gun, is simply the work of a madman. What kind of obsessive-compulsive person would create something like this?

But it must be said, it was truly beautiful.

Irisviel couldn't help but admire the sublime masterpiece, just as she had when she first witnessed her own Lancer's Holy Lance.

The difference is that the Holy Lance is a perfectly formed object, while this revolver is a miracle created by mankind at the pinnacle of achievement.

This even gave Irisviel the idea that just seeing such a man-made miracle exist would make her participation in the Holy Grail War worthwhile.

"Mr. Luo Zhen, I would like to ask you a question, and I hope you can answer me honestly."

Having gained a sudden insight, Irisviel voluntarily released all the magic circuits in her body.

Beneath her alabaster-white skin, an aggressive red hue emanated, and even the surrounding air seemed to radiate heat.

She removed the headband that bound her ponytail and manipulated tens of thousands of ethereal threads to construct a defensive line in front of her.

Amidst this intricate web of absolute defense, Irisviel asked, "What wish do you wish to make to the Holy Grail?"

“I feel a connection with you, and you don’t seem like a bad person. Although I can’t guarantee I can do it, if your wish doesn’t conflict with our goals, perhaps I can grant your wish in place of the Holy Grail. Then we’ll have no reason to fight, and maybe we can sit down and have afternoon tea together.”

“That’s great, I have the same idea.”

Luo Zhen let Irisviel prepare. The overwhelming ether threads in front of him were enough to dismantle the entire dock in an instant. Their magical power and control far exceeded those of ordinary magicians.

He was pleased that the android princess was willing to talk; this was the best-case scenario he had anticipated.

Therefore, he honestly replied, "I need the Winter Saintess's magic circuit, that third law that can infinitely regenerate to materialize a physical body."

"I have no interest in the Holy Grail itself, nor do I have any desire to make a wish upon it. I don't know if you're willing to believe it."

Ah... This was probably the most surprised Irisviel had ever been; her glowing ruby ​​pupils widened in astonishment.

"You want the Winter Saintess's magic circuits... so you want to dismantle the Greater Grail itself? And you dare say that to me, a member of the Einzbern family?... Hahahaha~!"

The android princess suddenly burst into cheerful laughter; her ethereal yet unrestrained laughter was very endearing.

She even caused the layers of ethereal silk in front of her to vibrate, scraping countless scratches across the ground, prompting her to quickly wipe away her tears.

"Sorry, sorry, I lost my composure! But it really is fate... Actually, my purpose in participating in the competition was also to dismantle the Greater Grail."

"Oh?" Luo Zhen became interested.

Irisviel's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter: "What a coincidence! The first opponent I encountered in the Holy Grail War has the exact same goal as me. We're really destined to meet! Even our views on the Holy Grail are so similar!"

However, the android princess changed her tone: "But as the heir of the Einzbern family, I cannot simply hand over the magic circuits of the Winter Saintess to you."

"So, as expected, we still need to settle this once and for all. Mr. Luo Zhen, don't hold back. If you don't shoot me, I'll smash all the equipment on the dock at you. You probably can't handle the weight of several thousand tons, can you?"

"I guess so." Luo Zhen shook his head with a chuckle.

With the princess's exaggerated magical power and control, she could indeed dismantle all the steel frames and machinery around the dock in an instant, overwhelming her opponent with sheer volume.

Of course, given the stats of a Heroic Spirit, it's impossible for them to be defeated by this kind of fighting style... but what Ryouma is more concerned about is this princess's boar-like personality.

She's really reckless when she fights, completely disregarding any magical principles of concealment.

This made Luo Zhen basically certain of one thing, so he asked, "I also have a question. Irisviel, you've never been married, have you?"

"...Oh? How rude of you! Asking such a question to a lady!"

The android princess was speechless for a moment, then stomped her foot angrily:

"Do I look like a married person? What makes you have such delusions! ...Do you think I look old? Mr. Luo Zhen, how old do you think I am! Tell me, tell me!!"

No, no, no, no… Luo Zhen was met with a fierce rebuke from the angry Irisviel, and took a step back with amusement.

€€€€Bang!!

At that moment, gunshots rang out.

The supersonic magic bullet hurtled toward Irisviel, rapidly expanding in her astonished crimson eyes.

Chapter 47: A Hero's Rescue Requires Creating Opportunities

While Ryougi and Irisviel, the two teams of magicians and heroic spirits, were fighting, someone was actually observing from a building 800 meters away.

The assassin's master, a girl named Canaan, is in an ordinary office building.

She randomly picked an empty office by the window and set up her sniper rifle to observe the port.

She really did carry her guitar case, found an opportunity to bypass the front desk and security guards, walked up the stairs to the 18th floor, and swaggered into this room.

The employees along the way all wondered, "Is this some kind of executive's daughter?"

She used a disguise magic technique passed down by Middle Eastern assassination cults to change her striking skin and hair color.

Her features are more defined than average, which might make people think she is of mixed race, but otherwise she won't attract any attention.

Just like a so-called blind spot for everyone, Canaan didn't even use magic tricks like hints.

He entered the room with his open attitude and the intuition that "I can walk in without being discovered at this time" and assembled the sniper rifle.

"Master, I have a problem," came the disgruntled voice from the other end of the phone.

"Hmm~? What do you mean?" Canaan asked casually.

She sat cross-legged as if holding a sniper rifle in her arms, tilting her head to look through the scope while also holding a phone to communicate with a follower dozens of kilometers away.

The assassin's discontent grew stronger: "Why won't they let me participate? They even want me to stay so far away."

“Since you’re going to monitor the battles of other Servants, then I should be the one with the ability to conceal my presence and assassinate the enemy Master. Even with that annoying, stubborn man from before, I’m sure I can find an opportunity…”

“But I didn’t intend to assassinate them, and I couldn’t anyway,” Canaan replied calmly.

She kept a cheap sugar stick in her mouth to keep her rapidly working brain replenished with sugar.