I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Meanwhile, Kiritsugu Emiya, who was supposed to travel with them, arrived in Fuyuki City yesterday and met up with his assistant, Maiya Kuon.

If one didn't know about Kiritsugu Emiya's existence, the Einzbern group would seem to be the most daring of all the teams participating in the Holy Grail War.

Although they are one of the three main families, the Einzbern family is not a local power like the Tohsaka and Matou families, and it is difficult for them to know everything about Fuyuki.

Under such unfavorable conditions, to arrive at the battlefield on the morning after the Holy Grail War has already begun is no different from declaring that victory has been given up.

Even Kenneth, who lives further away in the UK near the Clock Tower, arrived in Fuyuki yesterday afternoon and checked into the city’s largest hotel, Fuyuki Hotel.

The wealthy Kenneth booked the entire top floor as his base, setting up various magical defensive barriers and attack traps in the corridors and every room.

Director Kenneth, known as a genius, lived up to his reputation by using expensive magic materials without hesitation.

After some preparation, although the overall defense level is not as good as that of the Tohsaka and Matou families, it can still be called a 'fortress-level'.

The daytime was cheerful, and the air in Fuyuki City wasn't so oppressive yet.

All seven Servants concealed their magical energy fluctuations, and none of them deliberately flaunted or provoked anyone.

This is a rule that everyone has silently followed since the beginning of the Holy Grail War: the affairs of the mystical world must never be easily revealed to ordinary people.

If anyone were to accidentally witness the Holy Grail War, their fate would be either to be captured and have their memories erased, or to be killed to silence them.

Therefore, daytime, when human society is busiest, is simply not a suitable time for Servants with destructive power comparable to missiles to find a place to start fighting.

That might attract the attention of some overly curious people (journalists), and if some clueless guy trying to make a big story reports it, then things could get really messy.

As the overseer of the Holy Grail War, the Church's primary role is to cover up the mistakes of Masters and Servants, and to manage and conceal the damage caused by the battle.

Therefore, it is likely that in the next seven days, the news in Fuyuki City will be filled with reports of gas explosions, natural gas explosions, and even meteorite falls.

Yes, that's right, Fuyuki City remains as peaceful as ever today.

A day is always busy yet fleeting. As Artoria and Irisviel indulged in their vacation-like eating and playing, it was already eight or nine o'clock at night.

The two, who were watching the sea at the beach, had just finished revealing their true feelings to each other when they sensed a powerful magical fluctuation suddenly erupting from somewhere in Fuyuki City.

Finally, Masters and Servants, unable to bear the loneliness any longer, stepped forward and drew back the curtain on the Holy Grail War.

The old man of the mountain, who was sitting upright in the living room of the Matou family mansion, suddenly opened his eyes. A ghostly blue flame flashed in the eye sockets of his skull mask, and his whole being exuded an abyss-like aura.

"Grandpa, is the Holy Grail War about to begin?"

Sitting next to her, Matou Sakura asked, having also sensed the powerful magical energy fluctuations from earlier, as she had already activated her magic circuits.

"That's right, a contractor."

The old man of the mountain stood up, picked up the greatsword that had been placed aside, and prepared to rush to the battlefield.

If he hadn't failed to hear the bell's guidance, he would have already slaughtered all the Servants in one night, putting an end to this farce that shouldn't have existed.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, can Sakura come along? After all, I'm also one of the participants, and I want to be able to help you."

Sakura Matou reached out her left hand and grabbed King Hassan's hem, then raised her right hand and revealed her Command Seals, her expression resolute.

"Oh? I never expected my contractor to have such awareness and courage. I am truly gratified and proud."

The old man of the mountain was taken aback when he heard this, then he put his hand on Sakura's head and patted her head before readily agreeing.

"Approved. But for safety reasons, you should still wear this 'crystal protection' on."

Sakura Matou took the red crystal necklace handed to her by the old man and put it around her neck. It was a very delicate and beautiful necklace, which the girl cherished and liked very much.

This premium item from the Great Tomb of Nazarick can defend against ten attacks from spells of rank 5 or lower.

After converting the destructive power, the effect of a fifth-tier magic is equivalent to a missile bombardment in the technological world.

This level of treasure is more than enough for Matou Sakura to use for self-defense, and it's also enough to protect her from anyone who dares to attempt to assassinate her contractor in front of the Old Man of the Mountain.

Ha ha.

Chapter Fourteen: King Hassan: Panel? I just filled it in randomly.

In Fuyuki City, amidst a cluster of containers at the dock.

At this very moment, a person holding two brushes...

No, it was two handsome men wielding gun-shaped weapons who were unleashing their immense magical power as Servants, hoping for a worthy opponent to come and fight them.

Dirumdo Audina is undoubtedly full of fighting spirit now.

Not only because he, as an outstanding soldier, was able to return to the battlefield, but also because he had the opportunity to make up for his regrets and fulfill his wishes.

Offer your loyalty to the new lord and bring victory and the Holy Grail back for him!

Although Diarmuid regretted not being born as the strongest 'Saber' class, he was confident that with his unparalleled martial arts skills, he could wield dual pistols just as well as any other class of hero.

Who will be the first to arrive? Will it be Saber or Archer, both of the three major Knight classes? Or perhaps Rider?

"Assassin is dead, and someone like Caster, who is weaker in direct combat, certainly wouldn't show up rashly. A Berserker who has lost his mind is even less likely to understand the meaning of the challenge."

"Thinking about it this way, it's truly an honor to have faced one of the strongest individuals in this Holy Grail War right from the start!"

Then Diarmuid saw the first opponent who came to his door after he issued the challenge.

From the dark shadows ahead, accompanied by the clattering sound of armor, a somewhat strange master-servant duo slowly emerged.

A burly warrior wielding a jet-black greatsword and a barbed shield, and a purple-haired little girl whose height barely reaches the warrior's knees.

It was Berserker Yama no Okina and his Master Matou Sakura from this Holy Grail War who, by using teleportation magic to travel, arrived earlier than the Saber group, who were closer to the dock.

Dirumdo hesitated, his sharp, eagle-like eyes carefully observing the two figures, one tall and one short, so different in stature.

Only after seeing the Command Seals on the back of the little girl's right hand did he realize that she was indeed one of the participants in the Holy Grail War and his enemy.

"Looking at this blood-stained greatsword, it might be Saber."

While Diarmuid was observing his opponent, Yama no Okina and Matou Sakura were also observing this guy whose class was clearly Lancer at a glance.

"Hmm? A bewitching magic trick?"

The old man of the mountain frowned slightly, but after realizing that the other party was not intentionally using this magic, but rather it was an innate ability, he felt relieved.

Allure?

Such low-level things are a joke to him, who stands above all realms.

Just as the Old Man of the Mountain was choosing to forgive Diarmuid's rudeness, Matou Sakura, standing beside him, blinked her big eyes as she sized up the imposing Diarmuid, and couldn't help but subconsciously sigh:

"Wow, what a handsome uncle, just like a celebrity on TV."

Upon hearing this, the old man of the mountain frowned, his gaze toward Diarmuid turned hostile, and a faint red light appeared in his dark blue eyes.

Diarmuid, who had been carrying his spear with a nonchalant air, suddenly shuddered as if he had fallen into a frigid ice cellar. His battle instincts, ingrained in his very bones, commanded his body to move.

He spun the yellow short spear and gripped it firmly in his hand, while holding the red long spear horizontally in front of him, instinctively adopting his strongest defensive stance.

Even so, alarm bells continued to ring wildly in Diarmuid's mind; the chilling feeling of being watched by death told him—

The next moment would be his inescapable death.

"Boom—!"

The old man of the mountain seemed to already hear the first tolling of the evening bell echoing in his ears; it seemed that the time for this person's destiny had come.

In other words, it can be cut.

The eerie blue ghostly flames began to spread and rise from the foot of the Mountain Elder, and the gray aura of death permeated the air, while the Death Angel was also tightly held in his palm.

Only when the second bell tolls will Death take its first steps, bringing with it death.

"However, Sakura still thinks Grandpa looks more imposing! And she likes him more!"

Sakura Matou nodded her little head, looking like a dutiful granddaughter who only cares about her grandfather, causing the echoing evening bells to quietly fade away.

"Ah."

The old man of the mountain nodded slightly without changing his expression, seemingly quite satisfied with Matou Sakura's words.

"Hu...hu...hu..."

Dirumdo gasped for breath, the sudden alarm in his mind vanishing without warning.

He subtly scanned the surrounding containers, paying particular attention to places where he could hide.

"Could it be that a Servant was secretly preparing to launch a sneak attack on me just now? Was it Archer? Or Caster?"

After his initial vigilance proved fruitless, Diarmuid turned his attention back to the Old Man of the Mountain, since the menacing-looking heavily armored swordsman didn't seem like an easy opponent.

"I am very sorry, but I cannot reveal the name of my opponent whom I am about to fight to the death because of my lord's orders. I hope you can understand."

"It doesn't matter. This body is already a ghost of demons and monsters, so my name is meaningless."

The old man of the mountain took two steps forward, and the ghostly fire in the eye sockets of his skull mask suddenly surged, slamming the giant shield heavily into the ground with a deafening roar.

"So, are you the brave warrior who wishes to challenge me?"

"Exactly!"

Diarmuid wielded his twin pistols, changing his stance from simple defense to a fierce attack, with both pistols, one long and one short, pointed at the Mountain Elder.

“I’ve been walking around this city all day, but no one has dared to come out and challenge me. You are my first opponent this time.”

"Then let's fight. This should be what you desire."

The old man of the mountain had no intention of uttering any more words. He picked up his shield and walked step by step toward Diarmuid.

Faced with the heavy pressure from the Mountain Elder, Diarmuid dared not be careless. Holding his spear, he stood still without taking the initiative to attack, trying to find a weakness in his opponent.

Diarmuid, as a warrior, could remain calm and composed, but that didn't mean his Master, Kenneth, could patiently wait.

Moreover, Kenneth, as the Master, also has the ability to see the stats of other Servants, which makes him even more intolerant of Diarmuid's behavior.

Just as Diarmuid was calming down and preparing for the fierce battle to come, Kenneth's voice rang in his mind.

"Lancer! What on earth are you doing? Are you afraid of war? Were all those words of loyalty just empty talk?"

Faced with his lord's questioning, Diarmuid calmly responded:

"Trust me, my lord. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne's loyalty is absolutely genuine. Although the opponent is formidable, please enjoy the unparalleled martial arts he possesses!"

"If that's the case, then what are you hesitating for, Lancer? The Servant standing opposite you has only D stats except for durability (C), and magic power and luck are only E!"

"Why are you wasting so much time on a Servant as trash as this? Isn't that just cowardice?"

Upon hearing Kenneth's roar in his mind, Diarmuid was visibly startled, his sharp gaze fixed on the Mountain Elder who was walking towards him.