To become a king and a magician

The acting patriarch of the Yggdrasil clan, Fiore Fulvig Yggdrasil, revealed this information.

"Judging by the time, it should be arriving soon."

"A fortress...could it be Caster's Noble Phantasm? We did receive news before that a large number of ancient artifacts and magical materials were being smuggled into the country." Koles Fulvig Yggdrasilenia frowned. "We initially thought it was materials from Caster's workshop, but an aerial fortress..."

"This is indeed unexpected. As for the fortress, we don't have any effective emergency measures."

"My eagle can't possibly fight against an aerial fortress; it can only passively take hits, I guess."

"Ughhhhh—!"

The remaining three Servants all expressed their helplessness.

Suddenly, Astolfo, who had just said he had no choice, had a flash of inspiration: "That's it! We don't need to take down the fortress, do we? We can just rush into the fortress and defeat all the Red Team's Servants—especially Caster!"

"Huh? This... this method might work? That's the enemy's headquarters!"

This idea shocked everyone except Astolfo.

To storm the enemy's main camp directly—what's the difference between that and suicide? Only someone with Astolfo's reason evaporated could come up with such a reckless method.

but--

“This is probably the only method we can implement right now,” Chiron said after a moment of contemplation. “Without effective means of countermeasures, if we just stay on the ground, we will only be attacked one-sidedly. Rider’s method is risky, but it is the most effective method at the moment.”

"Right, right!"

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"I see. So you plan to storm into my courtyard directly?"

Inside the vain sky garden, watching the scene unfolding on the light screen before her, Semiramis couldn't help but laugh: "What a courageous idea, Black Rider, but my garden isn't one that can be easily breached."

Not to mention that Semiramis had already prepared a large legion of Dragon Fang Soldiers in the courtyard, there were also a total of eleven intercepting spells on the outer perimeter of the aerial garden, each capable of unleashing magical bombardments with power comparable to a falling meteor. If the Black faction dared to charge directly, their only fate would be to be shot down one by one.

"Well, putting aside the Black Side's schemes for now, I didn't expect that you had already planted surveillance methods within the Black Side's ranks, Mr. Natsukawa."

Amakusa Shiro, who was next to Semiramis, looked down at Natsukawa Torato.

About five minutes ago, with the help of Angelica's Vimana, Natsukawa and the others boarded the Sky Garden and reunited with the Red Team. For tactical reasons, Natsukawa simply revealed that he had set up a surveillance magic near the Greater Grail and used Semiramis' magic to project the Black Team's situation directly.

"After all, it's the important Aeon Grail. What if the Black Team secretly moves it if we don't keep a close eye on it?" Natsukawa Tora laughed.

Actually, I'm afraid you'll sneakily steal it back.

We must be wary of the Holy Grail thief, Amakusa Shirou.

The gaze shifts to Achilles.

"Achilles, how are things now that you know your mentor is on the other side?" Natsukawa Torato asked. "Among the Black Faction's remaining Servants, he is the only one who can fight you."

"Need I say more?"

Achilles stood up from the ground, javelin in hand, and looked at Chiron on the screen: "I'll deal with the Black Archer. None of you should interfere. It's rare to meet my teacher under these circumstances, and this is probably the only time I'll be his enemy. Let me have my fill."

On the red side, Achilles is the most enthusiastic about battle. The Holy Grail War is almost over, and he hasn't experienced a single battle yet. He must have reached his limit by now.

“Then I’ll leave the Black Archer to you, Rider. I hope you return victorious.” Amakusa Shiro said with a smile. “Lancer, Archer, I’ll trouble you two to proceed according to plan. Lord Natsukawa, please stay here. Although you have the power to defeat Servants, we probably won’t need your power anymore. Please rest for a while.”

"Rest... huh?"

After glancing at the three who were leaving, Natsukawa Tora smiled slightly: "Alright then."

75. That's a 2900-pound butt!

Somewhere in the rooftop garden, or rather, the garden area.

Because of Amakusa Shiro's urging to stay, and because the current situation did not require him to deal with the Black Faction, Natsukawa Torara stayed and strolled here.

Although the Sky Garden is a fortress equipped with a large number of lethal weapons, just like its legend, it also has the aspect of a sky garden, and even at night, this garden presents a beautiful scene.

However, for Natsukawa Torato, who had already seen the sea of ​​flowers that Merry had manifested, the sea of ​​flowers before him, though beautiful, could not compare to his dream.

Not to mention, there was something more worthy of his attention than this garden.

"Weren't you supposed to be fighting the Black team? Why are you here?"

Looking at the female hunter standing among the flowers, Natsukawa Tiger asked with a smile.

"It seems like they're still waiting for me here? Are they planning a secret rendezvous with me at night?"

If I said yes, would you accept the invitation?

For once, Atalanta responded directly to such sweet talk. Natsukawa Tiger's eyes widened slightly in surprise, then he smiled and said, "It is an honor to be invited by such a beautiful lady, but if possible, I would like to avoid being shot through the head by an arrow during our rendezvous."

As he said this, Xia Chuanhu turned his head, and an arrow just grazed past his ear.

He caught the arrow and turned to look at Atalanta, who was standing on a rooftop not far away.

"This sea of ​​flowers also has hallucinogenic effects... no, it should be said that it creates mirages."

"I thought this arrow would go right through your head."

"My intuition is pretty good."

He tossed the arrow back to Atalanta, and a whirlwind swirled in Natsukawa's palm: "Then, could you please explain why you want to start an internal conflict with me? Is it because of what happened with Jack the Ripper?"

"almost."

Atalanta smoothed a strand of her emerald green hair: "But don't get me wrong, I didn't come here to avenge the children. I must admit, you did the right thing. Releasing them from their suffering and freeing them from their resentment is the outcome they deserve. I was just being willful before."

To put it dramatically, it's like those "environmentalists" who talk a lot about environmental protection but can't take any concrete action.

"So, you've come to terms with it?"

"Ah."

"Then why did you come to see me? By the way, don't you have to deal with the Black Team?"

“Achilles alone is enough over there. If Chiron is tied up, the remaining Riders and Berserkers won’t be able to cause any trouble even if I’m not there,” Atalanta said. “I came to you only to thank you—and incidentally to get a little revenge.”

revenge?

Xia Chuanhu frowned: "Have I done anything to make you hold a grudge?"

There was no answer. Atalanta simply pointed to her face. Then Natsukawa Tiger remembered that he had slapped Atalanta hard to bring her back to her senses.

"Oh... so you're here to slap me?"

"What else did you think? Of course, I wouldn't just tell you to stand there and let me slap you."

Atalanta drew back the bowstring and laughed, "Don't forget, I'm a hunter. After I hunt you down, I'll give you a good slap on both cheeks."

(In other words, he wanted to express his gratitude, apologize for his previous anger, and also get revenge for being slapped...)

Without making any excuses, she clearly stated her thoughts—Natsukawa Tiger quite liked this kind of woman who wasn't arrogant. Wow, isn't it tiring to be arrogant and say the opposite of what you mean all the time? It's so much better to just say it directly like Ta-Miao.

No wonder most arrogant people end up as losers.

"call----"

A gentle breeze swirled around Natsukawa Tiger, like a breeze blowing through the forest, causing Atalanta to instinctively twitch its ears and tail in comfort.

Draw the bow and nock the arrow.

Aim at the sky.

"With my bow and arrows, I beseech Apollo and Artemis for protection, and offer this calamity—"

"—!"

Natsukawa Tora, who had initially thought Atalanta was about to shoot at him, was startled.

Just throw a Noble Phantasm at my face?!

"【PhoibosCatastrophe】!!"

Two arrows shot into the sky, and at the very moment the true name was released, the night sky suddenly burst into dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards—

Countless arrows of light transformed into a catastrophe!

Arrows of light fell like a torrential downpour, instantly enveloping a corner of the Sky Garden!

Although the "Complaint Arrow" is classified as a B+ anti-military Noble Phantasm, its attack range can be set. If the attack range is set to a small area, even if the damage of each arrow is not high, the cumulative effect will be enormous!

Now, the area that Atalanta has set is only this garden in front of us!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Explosions kept happening!

The garden, shrouded in a rain of arrows of light, was instantly transformed into a battlefield ravaged by artillery fire! Each arrow, like a cannonball, visibly shattered the grounds of the sky garden, ravaging its beauty and mercilessly dragging the sea of ​​flowers into hell!

Even Natsukawa Torata would definitely not feel good being directly attacked by his own Noble Phantasm.

Atalanta thought so.

however--

"Bang--------!"

A deafening roar and tremors, like an earthquake, erupted in an instant!

Amidst the rain of light arrows, a black light flashed briefly, then instantly expanded and spread. In the blink of an eye, the rain of light arrows that had previously filled Atalanta's vision vanished without a trace! In its place appeared a layer of translucent, aquamarine barrier!

Within that barrier, Atalanta could clearly see shapes that resembled wings.

"Isn't it a bit too ruthless to use a Noble Phantasm right from the start as a means of settling scores?"

A somewhat helpless voice came from within the light blue barrier.

The barrier dissipated, and Natsukawa Torama, who had been wrapped in wings and had his eyes covered by a red cloth, looked at Atalanta: "What if I die?"

"Judging from your condition, do you look like you're about to die?"

Atalanta herself didn't realize that her voice was trembling slightly.

"You...you are...a dragon?"

Yes, dragons.

Now that it was unfolded, Atalanta could finally see the true nature of the wings—undoubtedly, they were the wings of a dragon.

With its azure dragon wings, white crystal scales covering its entire body, sharp claws, and a thick dragon tail sweeping across the ground, Xia Chuan Hu has acquired these features since some unknown time, making it look like a humanoid dragon!