I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

After all, apart from Vlad Tepesh, the Lancer-class Servant that Danic summoned in advance, the remaining classes were randomly determined by other Masters through a lottery, and then the World Tree provided the artifacts.

Most of the participating magicians were lucky, such as Roger, a thirteen-year-old boy who was a famous puppeteer.

He drew the Caster's token and, under Danic's orders, prematurely and illegally summoned Avisbro, a fellow puppeteer.

Claude wasn't actually that dissatisfied with his other magician colleagues getting powerful classes, except for the less talented Corles.

Compared to Caules's mediocre talent, Claude's magical skills were only slightly inferior to Caules's sister, Fiore.

However, the nineteen-year-old girl Fiore has always been regarded by the entire Yggdrasil clan as the successor to the family head Danic, because she is one of the few outstanding individuals among this group of second-rate magicians who can be considered first-rate.

"That's a powerful Rider-class Servant. If I were to summon and control him, he would definitely be much better than that good-for-nothing brat, Corles."

Claude muttered these complaints under his breath, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he put a lot of effort into mastering the Assassin class he had drawn.

He took out a well-preserved relic, which Claude had painstakingly brought back from the Middle East, killing many descendants of the Mountain People who tried to stop him along the way.

"Although we had bad luck in the lottery, I put in a lot of effort to avoid those eighteen Hassans from previous generations who have been thoroughly studied."

This is why Claude is here alone, instead of joining the others in summoning within the castle.

Of course, all of this was done with Danic's consent; otherwise, Claude wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly.

Seeing the magic circle begin to work, Claude's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he quickened the pace of his incantation.

As the magic was unleashed, a fierce wind swept through the enclosed room, making the already messy furnishings even more chaotic. A figure wearing a cloak and hood slowly emerged in the center of the magic circle.

"Here they come! The Servants who will serve me in this Holy Grail War. They certainly look different from those cookie-cutter ones. I've succeeded!!"

Claude muttered excitedly to himself, clenching his fists as if to encourage himself, staring at the fully descended Assassin-class Servant, and eagerly began his self-introduction.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Claude Mujik Yugdomirenia, and I will be your master for the next seven days."

The thin smoke that had been billowing over the summoning circle dissipated, and the Servant standing on it raised his head, revealing his face, which had been hidden under his hood.

She was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty and delicate face, fair skin, and eyes that held a mixture of fervor and coldness.

"Since the summoning is incomplete, I don't know my real name yet, so you can just call me Kyoshinoko."

The girl's words reached Claude's ears, causing the magician to freeze in shock, his previously smiling face turning completely still.

"Incomplete summoning? Wait, why is the summoning incomplete? This shouldn't be the case, we found the artifacts."

Kyoko's sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on the relic in Claude's hand. She was very curious as to why the mask of the Old Man of the Mountains, which was worshipped by the mountain people in a temple deep in the mountains, would appear here.

She subtly averted her gaze and answered Claude's question with a calm expression.

"The reason is simple: your magic power is not enough to enable me to use all my Noble Phantasms, so I have no choice but to do this in response to the summons."

After hearing Kyoko's explanation, Claude, though unwilling to admit that he had summoned a flawed Servant, had no choice but to face reality.

"Alright. In that case, we should hurry back to the castle to report to Danic; it's getting late."

Claude was about to leave the house when Kyoko called out to stop him.

"Wait a moment, I have something else to ask. Can you tell me, Master, what is your purpose in participating in this Holy Grail War?"

"Huh? That's naturally to obtain the Holy Grail, the omnipotent wish-granting machine, something that countless people dream of."

After giving a casual reply, Claude continued walking outside, but Kyoko did not immediately follow.

"The Holy Grail? The First Lord once said: There is no such thing as the Holy Grail. Fanatical faith should not be confused with delusion."

"If that's the case, then the actions of those who pursue the Holy Grail are undoubtedly contrary to their faith, so I cannot do that either."

Within seconds, Kyoko had constructed an equation in her mind, her eyes filled with fervor, and without the slightest hesitation, she decided on her next course of action.

She channeled all her magical power into her right arm, and the miracle unique to Kyoko quietly activated. The girl's ordinary human arm transformed in a trance into a demonic hand shimmering with a scorching crimson light.

Claude noticed Kyoshiko's unusual movement behind him and was about to turn around to see what was going on when he heard the girl's soft moan.

"I'll take your heart, Delusional Heartbeat!"

A flash of blood, and Claude felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest.

He clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground without a sound before he could even activate his Command Spell, his face filled with utter bewilderment.

Cloud died without ever understanding why the Servant he had just summoned would immediately betray him and kill him without the slightest hesitation, disregarding the existence of Command Seals.

Having successfully killed her own Master in one blow, Kyoko dissipated the magical energy used to activate her Noble Phantasm, minimizing the energy required to maintain her own existence.

The sound of the girl's footsteps echoed in the dark room. She slowly walked to the lying corpse of Claude, bent down, and pulled the pale white skull mask from his hand.

"It doesn't seem to be a mask used by any of the old men in the mountains throughout history, nor does it show any signs of being worn or used."

"Could it be that it was prepared in advance to be passed on to the next generation of Hassan? It's not impossible that the last Hassan didn't have time to wear the mask and could summon my existence through it."

Kyoko gently stroked the skull mask as if she were playing with some rare treasure, a complex expression in her eyes.

After hesitating for a long time, Kyoko still chose to gently put the skull mask on her face, even though she, who had not been chosen as the Elder of the Mountain in her previous life, seemed to be unworthy of it.

After putting on the mask, the girl vanished silently from the room without a trace.

Only faint, indistinct sounds could be heard, like the whispers of a ghost.

"The Holy Grail War? There are still thirteen magicians seeking the Holy Grail, so let's kill them all, for the sake of our faith!"

Meanwhile, Arthas, who was far away on the outskirts of Tulipas, seemed to sense something in an instant, but because of his current status, he did not pay much attention to it.

He is currently traveling with Mordred and Lion's Revenge towards the church, which is said to be the Red Team's headquarters.

The newly arrived Arbitrators, Joan of Arc and Martha, are on their way to Tulipas, and Father Kotomine Shiro, who comes from the Church of Christ, has no idea what he's up to.

The Yggdrasil clan was unaware that, despite their servants being of lower quality than those of the Clock Tower, one of their servants had managed to kill their master and escape.

Although it was only the opening night of the Summoning event, the series of events that occurred made the already complicated situation of the Holy Grail War even more murky.

The clash between a total of seventeen Servants is destined to be earth-shattering; hopefully, those responsible for covering up the news have already laid enough gas pipelines in advance.

Chapter 153 Uncle B of the Twelve Glories

"Nice to meet you. I am Shiro Kotomine, the supervisor of this Holy Grail War. Although the role of this duty is no longer very prominent, I would still appreciate your guidance."

Inside the church in the early morning, Shiro Kotomine, who had just finished praying, greeted Kairi Shishikage, who had come to meet him, with an attitude as gentle as if he were helping a lost lamb.

"I am Saber's Master, Shishikage Kairi. There's no need for a detailed self-introduction; let's get straight to the point."

As Lion Catch Jie Li spoke, Mordred, fully armed, also dispelled his spirit form and appeared beside him, looking extremely wary.

"This is my servant Mordred. Where is yours?"

As Shishikage Kairi finished speaking, a mature woman dressed in an elegant black dress and with delicate, elfin ears appeared behind Kotomine Shiro.

Her face was exquisite and alluring, and she exuded an air of nobility. She introduced herself in a melodious and pleasant voice.

"The red team's Assassin's real name is Semiramis."

Just as Kotomine Shirou and Shishikage Kairi began exchanging information, a group of Servants staying in the church's backyard were not exactly keeping to themselves.

First and foremost, the most eye-catching figure is the tall giant sitting cross-legged on the lawn in the courtyard.

He had a bloody scar on his face and a long cloth made of animal skin draped over his head.

The giant wore a glittering golden belt around his waist, carried a longbow and arrows on his back, and had a heavy axe gleaming coldly beside him.

His muscles were bulging all over his body, his bronze skin reflected a metallic sheen in the sunlight, and his thick, long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, highlighting his wildness.

His eyes were somewhat cloudy, but they had not completely lost their light of wisdom.

Although Heracles descended as a Berserker, he retained some rationality without having to reduce the burden on his Master.

The follower standing in the courtyard, leaning against a large tree and holding a long spear, was a handsome young man with green hair.

He had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, dressed in the standard warrior style, and his eyes were full of confidence and pride.

But whenever the giant's gaze fell upon him, the youth would respond with a smile, seemingly showing great respect for the giant.

Although both Achilles and Heracles are famous heroes in Greek mythology, Heracles, known as the God of Strength, should be considered the pinnacle of all heroes.

With the twelve glories, twelve trials, and twelve invincibles, it is impossible to know how strong Hercules would be in his full-fledged Heroic Spirit form.

But the Servant Hercules, who had only brought a portion of the Twelve Glories with him this time, had already had a friendly battle with Achilles last night.

I won't go into the specifics of the outcome, since we're all currently on the same side and need to consider saving face.

Atalanta, sitting on a tree branch, couldn't help but smile as she watched Achilles and Heracles interact. Her beast ears twitched slightly, and her long, thin tail swayed back and forth.

It must be said that there are quite a few Servants from Greek mythology in this Holy Grail War; including Chiron and Penthesilea from the Black faction, there are five.

After receiving his Master's orders last night, Karna, under the arrangement of Kotomine Shiro, set off to a place dozens of kilometers outside Tulipas to wait for the Arbiter to show itself and kill him on the spot.

The last servant remaining in the courtyard was the most boisterous of them all.

Even though his attire was very gentlemanly and refined, his goofy nature was impossible to hide.

The renowned playwright Shakespeare, who was once famous throughout Britain, was performing an opera by himself with his newly written manuscript, causing the Greek trio to twitch their eyebrows incessantly.

Perhaps it was because he was so excited to meet the legendary heroes that Shakespeare wrote an opera based on the three of them.

Finally, Atalanta, who could no longer bear the noise, leaped from the tree onto the roof of the church, and her figure vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Big brother, should we slip away too? Although the Master ordered us to stay here, but..."

Achilles scratched his head with a wry smile, and while speaking to Heracles, pointed with his finger at Shakespeare, who was still engrossed in his own work.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was still on the same side for the time being, Achilles, with his fiery temper, would have already beaten Shakespeare back to Valhalla.

According to Shiro Kotomine, the Servant they originally intended to summon was actually Ivan the Terrible.

But what no one expected was that among Ivan the Terrible's relics was a manuscript handwritten by Shakespeare.

As a result, not only was a powerful Servant not summoned, but instead, someone whose combat power was almost negligible compared to the other teammates arrived.

Hercules paused for a moment after seeing Achilles' gesture, but perhaps because his master wasn't some elementary school student, he readily agreed to the idea of ​​sneaking away together.

After the two quietly left, a bored Achilles raised his arm and nudged Heracles twice, suggesting:

"Hehe, this is a perfect opportunity. Brother, how about we go cause some trouble on the Black side and see what happens?"

Upon hearing Achilles's words, Hercules readily agreed, for a great hero never fears any challenge.

Even the Holy Grail War before him was probably not as difficult as the Twelve Trials he had overcome in his previous life, in Hercules' eyes.

After listening to their conversation, Shakespeare regained his composure, straightened his clothes, and walked toward the cathedral where Kotomine Shiro was.

Meanwhile, Mordred and Shishikatsu Kairi declined Kotomine Shiro's invitation, making it clear that they would act alone, but would cooperate appropriately with the strategies devised by the Red Team.