I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"In my opinion, the previous actions should be called a 'strategic retreat,' after all, the behavior of that follower named Old Man of the Mountain was really too strange."

"As the first Hassan, his class should have been Assassin, but he became Berserker in this battle, and even seems to have maintained his rationality."

Tokiomi Tohsaka paused slightly at this point, and seeing that Gilgamesh did not intend to interrupt him, he continued to explain.

"Your subject suspects that the head of the Matou family, one of the three great families, used some unknown means to exploit a loophole in the Holy Grail War, thus elevating a Servant who was originally inferior to the King to his current level."

"Therefore, I believe we should wait until the facts are ascertained before the King imposes sanctions on him, so as to demonstrate the fairness of the Holy Grail War rules."

Gilgamesh stared at Tokiomi Tohsaka, his crimson serpentine eyes narrowing into thin lines, flashing with a cold glint.

The immense pressure made it increasingly difficult for Tokiomi Tohsaka to maintain his bowing posture, and he eventually knelt on one knee.

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak of tension, Gilgamesh suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Kuhahahaha, Tokiomi, you really are the best clown! You managed to cobble together so much nonsense. Did you really think I was the kind of fool you would easily deceive?"

Upon hearing the King of Heroes's roar, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was kneeling on one knee, lowered his head deeply, repeatedly saying that he dared not and pleading guilty.

"Hmph! You were just worried I couldn't beat them, weren't you? I was careless this time, but this won't happen again!!"

"I am the only king in the world. Every inch of this world is my domain. All things should submit to my feet, without exception!"

Gilgamesh crossed his arms, raised his chin, and spoke as if his whole body was radiating dazzling light, like a god descending from heaven.

"You scoundrel, I'll spare your life for now, since your initial intention was still to help me, but this is the only time!"

After speaking, Gilgamesh walked towards the door of the basement, intending to go to his quarters for the next few days and choose another set of armor he was satisfied with from the treasury to change into.

As Gilgamesh stepped out the door, Tokiomi Tohsaka raised his head, which had been lowered the whole time, and saw the King of Heroes's bare, broad back and two straight, long legs.

He quickly lowered his head again, and only got up from the ground after Gilgamesh's breath had completely disappeared.

Gilgamesh did sense the fleeting gaze behind him, but he did not become angry because of it.

As he said, "My body is flawless, with not a single thing that is shameful to be seen."

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had sat back down in his chair, first pounded his lower back with his hand, and then rubbed his sore neck.

This was only the first day of the Holy Grail War, and he felt that after seven days, he might actually develop cervical spondylosis and lumbar disc herniation.

"Sigh, I didn't expect that the perfect plan would still go wrong. It seems that I will have to have a good talk with Father Li Zheng again."

After Gilgamesh returned to his room, he opened the Gate of Babylon to select the armor he liked from its vast collection, and then briefly activated his Omniscient and Omnipotent Star for a few seconds.

To avoid making things boring, he didn't look into what the future might hold, but only focused on the identity of the Old Man of the Mountain.

"Seven championships?"

After finding what he wanted to know, Gilgamesh sealed away the All-Knowing and All-Powerful Star again. A serious look appeared in his crimson serpent eyes, and he revealed a confident smile.

“Old Man of the Mountain, if you are a Grand Spirit Origin, then I might actually be slightly inferior to you.”

"But even in its current incomplete state, without activating the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star, as long as I fight seriously, I still have a sliver of a chance to win!"

Thinking of this, Gilgamesh threw his head back and laughed heartily once again.

"Hahahaha, I thought it would be a boring trip, but now it's turned into something interesting!"

"This is something I, the King, am truly looking forward to! Old Man of the Mountain."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The First Night Ends

"Hmm? Was it summoned back using a Command Spell? A wise decision."

The old man of the mountain placed his greatsword, which he had swung in vain, on the ground, showing no anger at the final failure.

If he really wanted to take Gilgamesh's head, he could just go to the Tohsaka residence tonight.

Anyway, the monk can run away but the temple can't. Besides, this operation was done in accordance with the situation. Otherwise, the Old Man of the Mountain would have used a super-level magic to seal off the space beforehand.

(Note: In Ainz Ooal Gown, it is magic, but in Type-Moon, there is a distinction between magic and sorcery, so as long as it is not from Type-Moon, the original terminology will be used.)

"Is Lord Mountain Elder's strength really that terrifying?"

After witnessing the battle just now, Diarmuid couldn't help but gasp. He felt that being able to fight such a person on equal footing for so long was something to be proud of.

Putting everything else aside, Diarmuid knew he couldn't withstand even the most ordinary slash from the Mountain Elder towards Gilgamesh.

If one were to combine two swords and a single slash to their full potential, they might have a fighting chance, but the final result would be nothing more than struggling for a while longer before being beheaded in the same way.

Artoria and Iskandar also failed to see how the Old Man of the Mountain suddenly appeared in front of Gilgamesh.

A shadow fell over the brows of the two kings. Not only the already aloof Artoria, but even the forthright Iskandar fell silent.

Weber trembled as he hid under the Conqueror's cloak, feeling as if he had just witnessed a battle worthy of being recorded in mythology and becoming an epic.

The Holy Grail War brought together heroes from different eras and regions by chance, and their collisions sparked a dazzling display of talent that was unimaginable even to ordinary people and magicians.

Kenneth, standing with his hands behind Diarmuid, searched through his knowledge for records of the Old Man of the Mountain, only to find that there was no such person in any of the literature concerning Assassin Servants.

Having already been intimidated by the Mountain Elder, Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel held their breath, not daring to utter a single exhale.

A man striving to achieve his ideals may appear calm on the surface, but he is actively thinking about ways to win.

But no matter what plan they devised, they found that none of them would work, so they had no choice but to abandon them and start thinking again.

The old man of the mountain glanced at the people who had been watching the show for most of the day and found that none of them still had the fighting spirit they were looking for. He knew that the night was over.

"Boring, so incredibly boring."

The old man of the mountain muttered something under his breath, then picked up his greatsword, turned around, and walked towards Matou Sakura, pulling his own great shield up from the ground as well.

"Contractors, our journey tonight is over. It is time for us to return."

"Yes, I'll do whatever Grandpa says."

After yawning, Matou Sakura nodded obediently and followed the old man of the mountain with small steps.

Before leaving, the old man of the mountain turned his gaze to the three Servants present and nodded slightly to them.

"I'll remember the one blow you owe me for now, and I'll repay it in the future."

Then, watched by a group of people, the two figures, one tall and one short, slowly disappeared into the night.

Sakura Matou kept hopping and skipping around the old man, looking just like a grandfather taking his granddaughter out for a walk and play.

After the old man of the mountain had completely left, the heavy atmosphere in the dock area eased a little, allowing Irisviel to pat her chest and take a few deep breaths.

"This is...this is absolutely terrifying. Both of them are incredibly powerful, like monsters. How could such exceptional Servants exist in the Holy Grail War?"

Weber sat down inside the chariot, muttering to himself as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and face with his sleeve. He had been so frightened that his heart had almost jumped out of his chest.

"While it's certainly a great opportunity to learn the names of so many competitors in one go, this is a bit too outrageous."

Iskandar stroked his thick, bushy beard, then his furrowed brows relaxed, and he burst into carefree laughter.

"Hahaha, but there's always a way out. It's truly an honor for me to encounter so many powerful opponents in this Holy Grail War! The passion within me is surging once more!!"

Iskandar grabbed the reins of his chariot, bid farewell to Artoria and Diarmuid, and then rode away into the air.

On the empty dock, only the two sides whose hatred had not yet been resolved remained, but they did not fight directly.

Kiritsugu Emiya hesitated to act rashly because he saw that Artoria's wound on her upper arm was not healing, while Kenneth was anxious to go back and search for relevant documents.

After all, in Ken's opinion, the strongest enemies in this Holy Grail War are the Old Man of the Mountain and Gilgamesh.

Iskandar has not yet shown his full strength, and his threat level can be defined as after those two.

Without exchanging a word, the two parted ways in perfect unison.

However, unlike Kenneth and his servant who returned to the base smoothly, Artoria encountered some trouble.

Although it was Caster in this Holy Grail War, Gilles de Rais, who was insane as if he had gone berserk, took the initiative to come to the door.

On the other side, Yamano and Matou Sakura, who had just left the dock area, stopped in their tracks.

Before them, Hassan II was kneeling properly on one knee, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

"First Generation Sir..."

Upon seeing the Old Man of the Mountain arrive, Hassan 2 trembled slightly, but quickly regained his composure.

The old man of the mountain stared at him silently for a few seconds, but the expected evening bells did not ring in his ears.

"You should go back first. Since this is the Holy Grail War, then carry out the loyalty and righteousness that we Hassan uphold to the end, and do not disgrace us old men of the mountains."

After the old man finished speaking, he led Matou Sakura past him and left.

After hearing what the old man of the mountain said, Hassan 2 was stunned. He thought he was going to die, but he never expected that he would be saved again in such a dramatic turn of events.

Although it's unclear why the First Lord didn't behead him, that's obviously no longer important.

Hassan II turned around and knelt down again, bowing his head and loudly responding:

"First Lord, Hyakko will remember your teachings!"

Meanwhile, Mary, who had already eaten her fill at the cake shop, walked out of the shop carrying her large magic staff.

Of course, she didn't pay.

Having witnessed the entire battle through her clairvoyance, Merry felt it was time to meet with the Old Man of the Mountain. Although she had been slacking off for a few days, she still had to complete the task assigned by the Counterforce.

The girl stretched lazily at the street corner and strolled leisurely towards the Matou family's house. After fooling people out of their homes for so long, it was time to find a place to stay and settle down properly.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Meryl: I dare not move, I dare not move

The Matou residence, located in the study on the second floor, near the east end.

Mary, who had just infiltrated this place using illusion magic, was crouching on the ground, her hands raised high. The large staff that she had been holding in her arms had now rolled to her feet, but she dared not move.

A large, jet-black sword was now resting against Meryl's delicate neck.

Although the cold blade wasn't pressed against the girl's fair skin, she could still clearly feel its chilling aura.

Mary knew that if the person behind her with the knife intended, they could easily sever a beautiful little head in an instant.

Faced with this situation, Mary felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She hadn't expected that she would be caught as soon as she sneaked into the house.

Moreover, she didn't even realize when the person behind her had appeared.

If it weren't for the knife to her throat, Mary would have preferred to take a good look around her accommodations for the next few days.

Although Merlin knew that the Old Man of the Mountain was a Grand Assassin, that wretched Merlin and her own obedient and adorable self were also potential Grand Casters.