I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Unlike him, who is an immortal, Matou Sakura still needs to consume essential amino acids and carbohydrates, especially since a six or seven-year-old girl is still growing.

The Matou family's original servants had long been dismissed by the deceased Matou Zouken, and now only Ariyama no Okina and Matou Sakura remain in the entire Matou residence.

Well, although Sakura's cooking skills seem to be quite good in the future, she is only six years old now and it is a question whether she can even reach the stove.

As for cooking, Wang Hassan said he's not particularly good at it, except for showing off his knife skills by using his greatsword as a kitchen knife.

"Contractor, it was my oversight."

The old man readily admitted his mistake and then began to think about solutions, but the food delivery industry didn't seem to be as developed in the 1980s and 90s.

Moreover, even going out to shop on a daily basis would be a problem, as the contractor is still young, and he cannot appear in front of ordinary people in this outfit.

Among the modern knowledge that the Holy Grail War bestowed upon the Old Man of the Mountain was the concept of controlled knives, and the greatsword in his hand clearly fits this standard perfectly.

Hiring new servants from outside is the simplest solution, but now it is the Holy Grail War, and the affairs of the mystical world cannot be easily known by ordinary people.

Moreover, the old man of the mountain was unwilling to involve innocent people, as that would go against the will of Heaven.

"Besides recruiting new servants from outside, that's the only way we can do it."

After sending Matou Sakura back to her room and watching her fall into a deep sleep, the old man of the mountain once again came to the basement of the Matou family mansion.

Compared to the swarm of insects that filled the cellar the day before yesterday, the basement, now cleaned up by the ghost fire, is obviously much cleaner and tidier.

The Mountain Elder slowly drew a strangely shaped runic greatsword from its scabbard at his waist, and the magic infused it emitted an icy blue glow.

In the blink of an eye, the temperature around them plummeted, their breath turned to frost, and the entire basement was covered in ice.

The old man of the mountain planted the rune greatsword into the ground, and a complex magic circle was generated, from which a huge golden staff slowly emerged.

Seven snakes were coiled around the staff, each holding a gem of a different color in its mouth as it struggled in agony. The handle was made of a material that resembled crystal, radiating a blue light.

The Old Man of the Mountain reached out and grasped the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, which was hovering in front of him, and issued the will of a king in a voice full of endless majesty.

"In the name of Ainz Ooal Gown, you who once served the Supreme Being, come before me!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the gem on the staff flashed with light, and the magic circle on the ground expanded two or three times in response, revealing two respectful figures kneeling on one knee.

"Sebastian/Kiarenina Bellon, pay homage to our greatest ruler, Supreme Being Ainz Ooal Gown."

The Mountain Elder nodded to the old man dressed as a butler and the young girl dressed as a maid, both of whom were trusted elders of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

"Yes, Sebastian and Chiare, listen to my command. It's better to call me the Old Man of the Mountain here."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Elder of the Mountain." X2

—————————The dividing line for Fufu's running———————————

In a house near the outskirts of Fuyuki City, Waver suddenly opened his eyes, shocked as he recalled the images transmitted back by the familiars he had placed near the Tohsaka family residence.

"Assassin, he was just killed like that? Dead!?"

The brutality of the Holy Grail War was laid bare before Waver Velvet for the first time.

The lying corpse and thick blood were no longer just a fictional scene from a movie; they truly represented the passing of a life.

This alarmed Webber, who was still young and inexperienced, after all, he was still a pretty boy who had never seen blood, not the battle-hardened, overworked strategist he would become in the future.

"Hey, Rider. Things have changed. The Assassin-class Servant was taken down by Archer in a single blow!"

Despite Waver's shoving and calls, the King of Conquerors remained lying on his side on the tatami mat, propping his head up with his arm and intently watching the television screen, showing no intention of paying any attention to his Master.

Webber could only worry helplessly about Rider's lack of ambition and dejected attitude.

Although the two had entered into a master-servant contract, the timid Waver was still the weaker party in front of the mighty King Conqueror.

Perhaps it's because of the large height difference between them?

Weber recalled the day he first summoned the Conqueror King, when the giant grabbed him and lectured him, saying that his desire to prove himself in order to gain a fair evaluation was too narrow and insignificant.

He even said that instead of trying to achieve that wish, it would be better to use the Holy Grail to grow 30 centimeters taller first.

Waver was so angry that he almost used a Command Spell, but his remaining composure prevented him from going berserk, and he suppressed his anger.

Then there's the issue of spiritification. Waver had originally ordered Rider to become a spirit and hide when not needed in order to conserve magic, but he refused.

The longer a Servant remains materialized, the more magical energy the Master has to waste to maintain the Servant's existence.

Especially for a giant like Iskandar, the amount of magic power required is even greater.

Of course, these two points are not the most intolerable to Weber.

What he couldn't understand was that after wasting so much magic, none of the things Rider did were related to the Holy Grail War!

Instead of scouting for enemy positions or preparing for potential attacks, they spent their time sleeping in their rooms and watching rented DVDs...

Are you here to fight the Holy Grail War, or did you escape from Valhalla for a seven-day, six-night vacation?

Weber's initial excitement at having drawn the ace vanished instantly, and his former reverence for Alexander the Great also disappeared.

Ever since Rider was summoned, Waver has been infuriated by his reckless and willful nature.

If things continue like this, even if he manages to obtain the Holy Grail, Weber feels he'll be so angry he'll suffer from lifelong stomach ulcers.

But the Holy Grail War had to continue, so he, as the Master, had to work himself to the bone to handle the necessary preparations. (Overtime Internship.JPG)

"Hey Rider! Assassin has been taken down. The Holy Grail War officially begins tonight. I think this is a pretty good start."

Waver analyzed the situation on his own. Of course, the reason he thought the start was good was not because of any game law of 'killing the Assassin,' but because after Assassin was defeated, he, as a Master with little ability to protect himself, could breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

Waver knew that his Servants were the type with strong direct combat capabilities, and if such enemies could not be defeated, then others would inevitably resort to underhanded tactics.

The most likely scenario is that he would try to assassinate his Master, and the Assassin class Servants are the most capable of assassination in this Holy Grail War, which Waver sees as a major threat.

As for the other Servants, the three Knight classes might be a bit more troublesome to deal with.

Caster, whose combat strength is only slightly stronger than Assassin, can be disregarded, while Berserker, who only possesses brute force, is even less worth mentioning.

Rider, finally annoyed by Waver's incessant chatter, reluctantly turned to look at his Master.

"Boy, what is that Assassin? He's nothing but a useless coward hiding in the shadows. What is there for me to care about?"

Webber was rendered speechless by Iskandar's questioning, and he clearly admitted that Assassin was nothing compared to a hero like Rider.

"It's not surprising that a class with the weakest direct combat strength like this could be killed by Archer, one of the three great knight classes. Why be so surprised?"

Chapter Thirteen sets the stage for the Holy Grail War.

In the distant cosmos, the moonlight fades, and a red sun rises in the east.

As dawn broke, the streetlights in Fuyuki City went out, and more and more pedestrians began to appear on the streets. A new day had begun.

Sakura Matou groggily opened her sleepy eyes, the little girl sat up and looked around the bedroom, searching for that figure that made her feel at ease.

The old man of the mountain stood like a sculpture in front of the window, his back to the house, gazing at the rising sun.

The first rays of dawn shone on him, giving his dark heavy armor a faint golden hue.

Although the armor covered with barbs and spikes looked so ferocious, and even had dried bloodstains on the edges, in the eyes of others, the scene was so solemn and dignified, like a sacred guardian.

Good morning, Grandpa.

Sakura Matou climbed off the bed, her bare feet pattering on the floor as she ran to the old man's side, obediently saying good morning.

A sensible, polite, and cute girl is always popular, and this applies to all age groups, including lolis, otome, and mature women.

Sakura comes from the Tohsaka family, which upholds elegance as a family motto. Even though she now takes the surname Matou, she hasn't forgotten the habits she developed since childhood.

Hearing Sakura's soft, sweet voice, the old man of the mountain turned his gaze from the sun to Matou Sakura, who had her little hands behind her back and was trying to lift her head.

"Oh, contractor, did you sleep well last night?"

Upon hearing Wang Hassan's question, Xiaoying replied with a smile, "Of course, I haven't had nightmares anymore, all because Grandpa is by my side."

The old man of the mountain nodded, showing no surprise whatsoever.

The effect of the level 3 magic 'Mental Soothing' is not very strong, but it is enough to deal with Sakura's situation.

"Contractor, you must be hungry, right? Sebastian, where are you?"

As King Hassan called out, a crisp and rhythmic knocking sounded at the door, and Matou Sakura looked over curiously.

After the door was pushed open, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a well-fitting black and white butler's uniform, walked in.

Shy Matou Sakura instinctively hid behind the old man of the mountain, clutching his armor with both hands, and peeked out to examine the stranger who had suddenly appeared before her.

Sebastian walked up to King Hassan with steps that looked as if measured with a ruler, his right hand, gloved in white, resting on his left chest, while his left hand was behind his back and he bowed slightly.

"Your Excellency, Elder of the Mountain, what are your orders for summoning your subject?"

“Sebastian, I now allow you to temporarily remove the word ‘Your Majesty’ and act as a butler would with his master.”

"Yes, Lord Mountain Elder."

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, Sebastian bowed again in response.

"Okay, tell Qi Ya Lei to start preparing breakfast, and then take my contractor to freshen up."

Sebastian readily accepted the order and turned his gaze to the timid Matou Sakura with a hint of scrutiny and caution, after all, she was someone who could sign a contract with the great supreme being.

Seeing Sebastian's sharp yet composed gaze, Sakura couldn't help but move closer to the old man behind the mountain, her small hands gripping the armor tighter.

Although she appears lively and cheerful in front of the Old Man of the Mountain, Matou Sakura still harbors a deep sense of vigilance and wariness towards the world.

Sebastian, having already heard some of Matou Sakura's tragic experiences from King Hassan, was not surprised by the girl's attitude.

"The young lady seems a little shy, but it's alright, her loyalty has already been dedicated to Lord Mountain Elder."

Sebastian took two steps forward, bent down, and placed his right hand in front of Matou Sakura's eyes.

"Therefore, I will certainly remain loyal to the young lady who can sign a contract with an adult, and learning how to get along and communicate with strangers is also an essential skill."

Sakura Matou glanced at Sebastian and then looked up at the old man of the mountain, as if seeking confirmation.

After seeing the old man nod, she hesitated for a moment, but finally carefully reached out her small hand and placed it on Sebastian's large hand.

“Very good, taking the first step is crucial, and you did a great job, young lady.”

Led by Sebastian, Matou Sakura obediently left the bedroom, although she didn't seem to want to be away from King Hassan for too long.

Meanwhile, at Fuyuki Airport.

After a journey of more than ten hours, Artoria and Irisviel, who had traveled from faraway Germany by plane, had just stepped off the plane.

One of them was dressed in all-white winter clothes, and the other was dressed in a black suit. Together they formed a beautiful sight.