I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Seeing that Shishikage Kairi was so wary, Kotomine Shiro abandoned his idea of ​​controlling him to remotely control Mordred and readily let the two leave.

Arthas, remaining in his spirit form, stood on a distant hill where he could directly see the location of the church.

Although Arthas was leaving to reunite with his companions, he remained skeptical of this so-called alliance.

Logically speaking, having Mordred protecting him should have been very safe, but Arthas's move was just a backup plan.

Arthas, who had remained in spirit form, did not leave the hill until he successfully left the church grounds alone.

Atalanta, who had just run away from the church's backyard to the mountain to find some peace and quiet, was very perceptive and sensed a trace of Arthas's lingering presence, her eyes narrowing.

"An enemy Servant? They've got some nerve. They're probably assassins, managing to sneak in here. Tsk!"

Chapter 154 Before being a knight, I am first and foremost a king.

"I didn't expect you to be so vigilant. What do you think? It's better to eliminate such unstable factors as soon as possible."

After Mordred and Shishikage Kairi had completely disappeared from sight, Semiramis spoke to Kotomine Shiro and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Kotomine Shiro glanced deeply toward the main gate, his eyes flashing with an ambiguous meaning, and rejected Semiramis's suggestion.

"No, we can't do that yet. We're all still partners in the same camp for now, and we can't kill them just because they want to act alone."

As he spoke, Kotomine Shiro glanced sideways at the back of the church. He was extremely cautious in his actions, thinking twice before taking any step.

"Although we have reached a general consensus with the Masters sent by the Clock Tower, those renowned Servants are no pushovers, so it's best to be careful."

Semiramis shrugged her bare, smooth shoulders upon hearing this, offering no objection to Kotomine Shiro's decision, and calmly shifted the topic to the next matter.

"The construction of the courtyard also needs to be accelerated. Although the ceremony will only take a day or two, there are still some related preparations that need to be confirmed."

Kotomine Shiro nodded heavily, seemingly taking the matter very seriously. After all, he had put in extremely hard work, and it was an unforgettable period filled with positive energy.

Just then, the church doors, which were tightly closed, were suddenly pushed open from the outside, making a loud noise.

"A horse! Give me a horse!"

"Give me a horse, and I'll trade my entire kingdom for it!"

Wearing a green suit, Shakespeare walked into the church with his head held high, shouting a line from his play "Richard III".

His startling behavior startled Kotomine Shiro and Semiramis, which greatly displeased Semiramis, causing her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows to furrow.

"Could you please stop spouting nonsense? Lord Shakespeare, you'll get a beating one day if you keep this up."

"Oh, Empress of Assyria, please refrain from uttering such frightening words. For us Shakespeares, our works are our lives!"

Shakespeare bowed dramatically to Semiramis like an opera singer, then clutched his heart with one hand, his face showing some sorrow.

"Even though the painful memories of rushing to meet deadlines are still unforgettable, we are still willing to pour this surging passion into endless creation!"

"Hey!"

Kotomine Shiro and Semiramis both sighed. They simply couldn't bring themselves to dislike someone like Shakespeare who dedicated his entire life to his beloved cause.

Because to some extent and from some perspective, they are all like that themselves, only their goals are different.

"So, instead of staying in the backyard and writing your work, what are you doing here?"

Semiramis rested one hand on her slender waist, her pale golden eyes carrying a hint of coldness, and a faint, bright purple magic swirled around her palm.

If Shakespeare doesn't provide a reasonable explanation, she wouldn't mind giving this world-renowned playwright a good beating.

Seeing that Semiramis was truly enraged, Shakespeare broke out in a cold sweat and quickly waved his hands, explaining:

"Actually, I'm here to tell you that Rider and Berserker have just decided to go and cause trouble for the Black Faction, and Miss Archer has also skipped work..."

"What?"

Semiramis paused for a moment, then realized the seriousness of the situation and turned his gaze to the composed Kotomine Shiro.

"Actually, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. The Holy Grail War has officially begun, and it's time to greet our opponents."

Kotomine Shiro smiled and waved his hand, signaling Semiramis to calm down, appearing quite composed.

"The legendary heroes are really troublesome, they can't stay still for a moment. It's a good thing that Hercules still has his senses, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble would have occurred."

Seeing that Kotomine Shiro wasn't in a hurry, Semiramis relaxed her tense nerves, but she still keenly sensed something unusual in the situation and scrutinized Shakespeare, asking:

"But everything was fine before, wasn't it? As someone who's been with them all this time, what's your opinion on this, Caster?"

As an outstanding playwright, Shakespeare was also an excellent theatrical actor. Even when facing the pressure from the Assyrian queen, he remained calm and showed no weakness.

"How could that be? We are just weaklings, why would we go out of our way to do something so dangerous?"

Just as Achilles and Hercules were walking towards the World Tree Castle, the Lion Clan also finalized their next course of action.

As Kotomine Shiro said, the enemy had already formed their initial military force.

In this Holy Grail War, they will not only face hostile Servants, but also legions composed of a large number of ordinary units such as puppets and homunculus.

If previous Holy Grail Wars were merely considered a war in themselves because the destructive power of the seven Servants fighting at full strength was equivalent to a war, then this Holy Grail War is more deserving of the horror of the word "war" in every aspect and sense.

Despite the unfavorable situation, Shishikatsu Kairi resolutely chose to keep his distance from Kotomine Shiro and rejected the olive branch extended to him.

This was not only because Leo Devi yearned for the Holy Grail, but also because, as a necromancer, he possessed an exceptionally keen sense of danger.

Furthermore, Mordred, who possesses the 'Intuition' skill, also had a similar feeling, which is why Shishikatsu Kairi quickly left after exchanging basic information, and instructed Mordred to be careful of sneak attacks.

After walking a few hundred steps out of the church, Lion's Bane finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Mordred also immediately deactivated his spirit form and revealed his true form.

“Master, you don’t need to be so nervous, do you? Even an Assassin who specializes in assassination and sneak attacks needs to dispel their spirit form before they can launch an attack. I would never miss that.”

As soon as Mordred finished speaking, Arthas's voice rang out behind her, and a greatsword of ice blue was already resting against her neck.

"Oh? While confidence is a good thing, your approach isn't very convincing."

Mordred swiftly raised her hand and knocked away the longsword held to her neck. She turned and kicked out at Arthas's chest, but Arthas easily dodged it.

"Tsk, when did you show up? You didn't make a sound at all. I think you're the assassin in this Holy Grail War."

“If assassination can eliminate an opponent, I don’t mind doing it. As long as I can achieve the victory I want, whether it’s poisoning, sowing discord, or even more despicable tactics, I will embrace them with the magnanimity of a king.”

Arthas calmly dispelled Frostmourne, along with his armor and robes, revealing his handsome face with silver hair and blue eyes.

Unlike his appearance as Suzuki Satoru, Arthas has a purely Western face, completely lacking any features of people from the Middle East or West Asia.

If you don't try to understand the deepest essence and only look at their appearance, apart from their shared silver hair and blue eyes, Suzuki Satoru and Arthas are completely different people.

Although his appearance has changed due to several reincarnations, he is undoubtedly the same person no matter which identity he appears in.

The difference is like the difference between Gilgamesh, who descended as a Servant and Gilgamesh the Wise King – they are different versions of themselves from different periods, and the personality of the time they descended is the main factor.

The relationship between the Old Man of the Mountain and Arthas is similar. As Arthas in his previous life, although he could not hear of destiny, he was not required to abide by the doctrine of abstinence from alcohol. That was all.

"And what about your chivalry? I remember you were once a paladin, weren't you? Did you abandon it all after becoming an undead?"

Arthas remained calm in the face of Mordred's questioning. He may have struggled with this question when he was young, but in the end, he clearly understood his choice.

"When I need to make a decision, if the beliefs of a king conflict with the spirit of a knight, I will not hesitate to abandon my identity as a paladin and make the necessary decision."

Arthas lowered his head slightly to look at Mordred standing before him, and spoke in the tone of an elder imparting experience to a younger person:

"Because before being a knight, I am first and foremost a king. This order of importance regarding identity and duty is crucial and cannot be reversed."

Mordred actually understood the principles Arthas was talking about. If she were truly the kind of rigid, unyielding knight who followed the code of chivalry, she wouldn't have rebelled against King Arthur and become a rebellious knight.

But saying you want to be king is one thing, and actually doing what you say once you're on the throne is another.

Mordred was only instilled with the belief by Morgan that "you are the successor to King Arthur," but was never taught what abilities and responsibilities a king should have.

King Arthur saw this, which is why he refused to acknowledge Mordred's identity. Of course, he was also probably a little surprised that his mother suddenly had such a big son.

After Arthas realized this, he began to subtly impart his experience of being a king to Mordred.

Not only because the two of them had many similar experiences as filial sons, but also because Mordred himself did have the potential to be a leader.

Otherwise, what merit or ability would she possess to incite such a massive rebellion with such overwhelming support?

"Alright, time is tight, let's talk about it later."

Lion Jie Li stubbed out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, puffing out smoke as he made his next arrangements.

"I'll go scout inside Tulipas with Mordred later. Your Majesty can stay outside the city as reinforcements. Is that alright?"

Mordred and Arthas stopped talking and nodded in response, while Arthas glanced out of the corner of his eye in the direction he had just come from.

"Hmm? Are there any Servants in this Holy Grail War who are so skilled at tracking auras? They've almost tracked me all the way here with just my last trace of aura."

Chapter 155 Playing Hide-and-Seek with the Cat

After Mordred and Lionclaw left, Arthas tidied up the place where they had just been and then vanished in spirit form.

About half a minute later, a graceful figure nimbly leaped down from the roof and landed lightly on the ground, looking around warily as if guarding against a sudden sneak attack from somewhere.

Atalanta's furry animal ears twitched twice. She heard no strange noises in the vicinity, nor did she sense any other extra presences.

"Have they already left? But why have they stayed here for so long? The aura here is noticeably stronger than it was on the hill before."

Atalanta twitched her delicate little nose and sniffed the air, but this time her opponent was clearly also a master of stealth and invisibility, leaving no extra clues except for a few traces of the Servant's magic.

"Tch! They've already noticed my presence? This has obviously been edited out."

As a legendary huntress, Atalanta was exceptionally skilled at tracking prey; otherwise, she wouldn't have been the one to fire the first arrow when hunting the Calydon boar.

On one hand, it was thanks to Atalanta's own speed, which was as fast as the wind, and on the other hand, it was naturally because she had a way to find the wild boar's location as quickly as possible.

"Should we stop here?"

After confirming that there were no signs of the enemy around, Atalanta hesitated in place, but she was eager to try something new after not having faced a challenge for a long time.

"I'm really curious about who this person is. With such agility and excellent stealth skills, and top-notch counter-surveillance awareness, he must be the Black Team's Assassin, right? It must be."

A tail, the same color as her hair, swayed behind Atalanta, and a fighting spirit surged in her emerald green eyes, as sharp as an eagle eyeing its prey.

"Then let's have a good competition and see if the prey is more cunning, or the hunter is more skilled!!"

Atalanta muttered to herself, then leaped forward, following Arthas's faint, almost negligible scent.

The Girl Gundam's A-rank agility was unleashed in full force, sweeping past like the wind. Many people only saw a dark shadow suddenly dart past their eyes, without being able to see what it was at all.

In order to prevent the conflict between Servants from affecting ordinary people, Arthas left the inhabited areas and went to the deep mountains and forests.

In terms of skill in the jungle, if we disregard strength, Robin Hood, the "Faceless King," should be the most outstanding.