In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Third, satisfy her curiosity.

Such an easy Servant to understand... yeah, right.

This guy's personality is just too weird! Lion Robber sighed inwardly. He never imagined that the legendary rebellious knight would be such a brat.

"Hey, Master, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Here we go again... Lion's lips twitched slightly as he asked, "What is it?"

"Buy me some clothes."

This unexpected request left Lion's Robbery speechless for a moment.

"Why? Can't you maintain your spiritual form? You shouldn't need clothes, right?"

"Because being in spirit form is very uncomfortable. Not being able to walk on the ground with my own two feet always feels very unsettling. And in my current state, I can't walk on the streets during the day."

Mordred is right. It's practically impossible for her to appear in public wearing that full-body clothing—no, that full-body armor.

However, the Holy Grail War usually takes place at night, so it's true that clothes aren't necessary.

"Please, my Master isn't some stingy person who can't even afford to buy a set of clothes, is he?"

"...I just can't do anything with you."

Lion Robber sighed. This guy had made countless similar requests along the way. What a capricious fellow.

He glanced at his watch; it was nine in the morning, and the clothing store wasn't open yet. He decided to wait until after their meeting to buy Saber some clothes.

After climbing the stairs, a pristine white Gothic cathedral appeared before him. Lion Robber, making sure there was no one else around, opened the door with his hand.

Pushing open the heavy door, the first thing that caught Lion's eye was not the elegant and dignified decorations of the church, but the white-haired priest standing in front of the altar, smiling at him.

"Welcome, you must be Mr. Lion Robbery."

"Yes, I am Shiki-kai Kairi." Shiki-kai nodded and walked forward, silently telling his servant in his heart:

"So, Saber, are there any Servants here?"

"No... I didn't notice anything, but my intuition tells me that something is wrong here. It's best to be careful, Master."

There was no Servant, but something felt off... Lion's Claw silently kept Saber's words in mind, his face still calm and composed as he sat down on the front bench.

From this perspective, he realized that the priest was much younger than he had imagined, probably no more than twenty years old. It was hard to imagine that such a young man would be appointed as an overseer. He wondered what the church was thinking.

A mature smile appeared on the priest's innocent, boyish face: "Hello, I am Kotomine Shiro, and I am here to supervise this Holy Grail War."

Shishigae frowned slightly. Kotomine Shiro's smile was too optimistic, not at all like the smile a young man not yet twenty years old should have.

“Speaking of which, Saber should be right beside you, right? Why not let her show herself?” Kotomine Shiro said with a smile.

After a moment's thought, Shishigake nodded and said to the empty space beside him, "Come out, Saber."

Golden spiritual particles gathered, and Mordred, clad in heavy armor, appeared, standing beside Lion's Claw with a longsword in hand, as if on guard against something.

"oops......"

Kotomine Shiro gently pressed his eyes with his fingers and tightened his face.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing. Well then, let me show you my Servant. Show yourself, Assassin."

"Understood, Master."

The sudden sound almost startled Lion Robber. Without any warning, a disheveled woman dressed in an elaborate long dress appeared on the seat next to him.

Mordred's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, suddenly narrowed. He immediately stood in front of Lion's Den and said in an unfriendly tone, "What do you mean by this?"

"Don't be nervous, it was just a joke." Semiramis yawned lazily, looking at Lion's Robber with a half-smile. "I am the Red Team Assassin, and you are Lion's Robber, right? Nice to meet you."

"...I should be asking for your guidance."

Lion's Roar forced a dry laugh. When it came to Assassins, they usually summoned assassins named [Hassan]. But his intuition told him that the woman in front of him was different from those assassins who relied on training their bodies and minds to acquire skills and then kill people with those skills. She was not suited for assassination, but for murder, and she could kill her targets with just a word or a glance.

"—A dangerous and annoying woman." He silently labeled Assassin in his mind.

Kotomine Shiro clapped his hands: "Alright, without further ado, let's report on the current situation. The Yggdrasil clan has gathered six Servants, and they are all currently inside the Yggdrasil clan's castle. Only the Assassin doesn't seem to have joined them yet."

"Is there anyone whose real name we already know?" Lion Robber asked.

"The only one we can be sure of right now is Vlad III, the Prince of Varajiva, and there is another one..." At this point, Kotomine Shiro paused slightly, a hint of hesitation on his face.

"What's wrong?" Lion's Robbery asked curiously.

"No... this... you should see for yourself." Kotomine Shiro gave a wry smile and took out a crystal ball, which showed the scene of Anan and Karna fighting.

As they watched, Lion's eyes revealed intense horror, and even Mordred's eyes showed a hint of solemnity.

"That man on horseback is Rider from the Black Faction. Who do you think he is?" Kotomine Shiro put away the crystal ball and asked.

Lion's Roar rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "Eight-legged pegasus, spear-shaped weapon, Nidhogg, this looks exactly like Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology."

"But don't you find it strange? Odin in Norse mythology is never depicted with black hair and black eyes, and he's not blind," Kotomine Shiro said meaningfully.

Lion's Blade frowned slightly: "So what do you mean?"

“This is very likely not the real Odin,” Shirou Kotomine said seriously. “With the strength of an ordinary spirit origin, it is impossible to accommodate the descent of such a god-level being. Therefore, I suspect that the Yggdrasil clan divided Odin’s power through possession, which is how they summoned him.”

Lion's Robbery raised an eyebrow slightly: "So, in other words..."

“In other words, that black Rider is likely not the real Odin, but a Demi-Servant who possesses Odin’s power,” said Shirou Kotomine.

The Sub-Servant... Lion's Claw pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "But even so, he's still very strong."

“After all, the other party is borrowing the power of the main god, so it’s not surprising that they have such performance.” Kotomine Shiro smiled. “However, there are usually some limitations to this kind of possession. At the very least, due to physical factors, they usually cannot engage in sustained combat.”

Lion's Robbery raised an eyebrow slightly. This was something even the Mage's Association didn't know. This priest's understanding of Heroic Spirits was far too profound.

“Currently, we don’t have any characters strong enough to fight against the Black Rider, and the other side has Vlad III, who has a very high home advantage. In addition, there are other Servants who have not yet appeared. The situation is not favorable for us. Therefore, I hope that you, Mr. Shishikage, can join us and fight together.” Kotomine Shiro said with a kind smile.

Lion's Claw hesitated. Based on some strong intuition, he didn't really want to cooperate with the priest in front of him and the seemingly dangerous Assassin. However, since the Black Faction had already summoned such powerful Servants, it would be too dangerous for them to act alone.

So for a moment, he was also undecided.

—Saber, what do you think?

—I still think it's more dangerous for the master and servant to act alone, especially that Assassin, who gives me a feeling of facing my mother.

Morgan the Witch... Lionheart nodded to himself. Since that's the case, there's no point in hesitating. He should choose to act alone.

However, just as he was about to speak, there was another noise at the door. Everyone turned around and saw a tall woman standing at the door.

"Hello, I am Sesshouin Kiara from Japan, and I am also the Master of Archer, the Red Team, in this Holy Grail War."

The woman walked slowly. Although she was dressed in a nun's habit, she could not hide her beautiful and refined face and her hot and passionate figure. On the contrary, her expression was gentle and calm, and her demeanor was elegant and virtuous, so that no one could feel any sense of disrespect.

"Welcome. I am Shirou Kotomine, the supervisor of this Holy Grail War and the Master of the Red Assassin. This is Saber's Master, Mr. Shishikage." Shirou Kotomine said with a gentle smile.

The three Masters gathered together, exchanging pleasantries. Even when faced with a fierce-looking fellow like Shishikatsu Kairi, Sister Sesshouin Kiara, who claimed to be from Japan, did not show the slightest disgust or fear. Her smile remained calm and gentle.

"I overheard you two discussing something earlier. Could you tell me what it is?" Sesshouin smiled, her smile possessing a bewitching charm that was hard to resist.

As it happened, winning over this Archer's Master was also part of Kotomine Shirou's plan, so he repeated what he had just said to Shishikage.

“Cooperation is not impossible, but we are not familiar with each other yet, and the risk of cooperating rashly is too high. I suppose Mr. Shishikage thinks so too.” Sesshouin looked at Shishikage and smiled.

Lion Robbery didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod.

"Then what does Miss Sesshouin mean?" Kotomine Shiro asked.

"Hmm..." Sesshouin frowned and thought for a while, "How about we join forces once to increase our trust in each other?"

"So what's the target?" Lion's Roar asked.

"Didn't Father Kotomine say that the Black Assassin hasn't rejoined the main force yet?" Sesshouin smiled gently and kindly, like a saint walking among mortals. "Then let's start with him."

Chapter Twelve: Black Stockings are a Woman's Romance!!

The faint morning light shone through the large French windows onto the floor. On the spacious bed, the blonde girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling in front of her.

"Um... what am I doing...?"

The girl slowly sat up, rubbing her forehead. The smooth, silky velvet quilt and the soft Simmons bed in front of her were clearly beyond her or the girl she was currently inhabiting's means. This made her body, which was used to a wooden bed, feel a little reluctant to leave, and she wished she could lie down and have a good sleep again.

No! As believers in the Lord, we must learn to resist temptation!

The girl patted her face, and her large violet eyes regained their usual firmness and clarity. At the same time, the events of the past flooded her mind like a tide.

Judging from the surroundings, this must be Rider's room... She looked around and suddenly sensed the presence of a living being in the wardrobe.

Curious, she got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and saw a beautiful woman with gray hair lying inside.

This… Joan of Arc’s pupils suddenly contracted, and the thought of “Servants absorbing the souls of ordinary people to replenish their magic” subconsciously surfaced in her mind.

However, she quickly put that idea out of her mind.

Rider isn't the type to do such a thing, and the Yggdrasil race already has a sufficient magic replenishment mechanism, so he has no need to do it.

Calming herself down, Jeanne looked again at the woman who seemed to be fast asleep and noticed that the woman was wearing the same clothes as the other members of the Yggdrasil clan, clearly belonging to the same series of uniforms.

A thoughtful look appeared in her eyes. She turned over the back of the sleeping woman's right hand and, as expected, saw three scarlet Command Seals.

The truth came out: this woman was indeed Rider's Master.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's condition, it is clear that he has been controlled by Rider.

Instinctively, the compassionate and kind-hearted saint reached out her hand, wanting to help the other person break free from control.

However, his hand froze in mid-air just as he reached halfway out.

[This is an internal matter for the Black team. As the Ruler, you'd better remember your place.]

The familiar words echoed in her ears once more, and Joan of Arc's expression became incredibly complex. After a long silence, she sighed softly and continued to extend her hand to Serenekee.

She carried the other person out of the closet, turned around and placed them on the soft Simmons bed, and thoughtfully covered them with a blanket.

“I’m sorry, this is not something I should get involved in. This is all I can do.” She said apologetically to Sereneka, making the sign of the cross with her hand, then interlacing her fingers and pressing them against her forehead. “May God bless you.”

Just as the devout saint was praying, there was a sudden, loud knocking at the door.

Jeanne's heart leaped into her throat. This was Rider's room. If it were him, there would be no need to knock. This meant that the person standing outside was likely another member of the Yggdrasil clan!

If they discover Rider's Master's condition...

Joan of Arc hurriedly covered Sereneke's head with the blanket, took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and then walked to the door and opened it a crack.