I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Is this for real? Is the difference between a regular Grand Servant and a candidate Grand Servant really that big? (Before Solomon died in this book, the two Grand Servant classes were replacements, and each Grand Servant class was unique.)

Not only did he see through her illusion, but he could also directly control himself. Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Mary squatted on the ground, smacking her lips as she pondered deeply. No magical energy emanated from her body, indicating that she had no intention of attacking or resisting.

The old man of the mountain had indeed vaguely sensed Merry's whereabouts from the moment she infiltrated the Matou family.

Although the top-level illusion seemed flawless, even Sebastian was fooled.

However, illusions also have their limits, so it's still a bit too much to fool the old man of the mountain.

Then, since the contractor and his sister had already gone to sleep, the Mountain Elder, not wanting to make too much noise, immediately chose to activate his aura concealment and enter stealth mode.

Just as Mary broke into the house from the yard, the old man of the mountain caught her red-handed.

If the old man hadn't sensed not a trace of murderous intent or hostility from this trespasser in the middle of the night, he would have already swung his sword at him, and wouldn't have given Mary any time to surrender.

The old man holding the greatsword glanced at the silver-haired girl squatting on the ground in front of him and couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

The old man of the mountain had seen this kind of clothing and hair color once before, but he felt that this one on the ground seemed to be different from the old rascal Merlin he had seen before.

Although Merlin has the blood of Nightmare, it seems he can't just change his gender at will, right?

With suspicion in his heart, the old man of the mountain moved the blade of his greatsword closer and pressed it against Mary's neck, preparing to interrogate her thoroughly.

The moment the blade, imbued with deathly aura, touched Meryl's neck, the composed girl shuddered, thinking that the interrogation process was about to be skipped and the final execution was about to begin.

Before the old man could even ask any questions, Merlin, whose morals were only slightly better than Merlin's, spilled the beans and told him everything in detail.

From how Merlin tricked her into working overtime to how she had been slacking off these past few days, Merlin even confessed exactly what she ate when she used illusion magic to trick the food vendors.

"So, you, as someone who is supposed to resolve disasters through the Counterforce faction, are you this negligent?"

The old man's voice carried a faint hint of murderous intent; he probably really did want to kill Merry outright.

"Ugh, what could I do? It's all Merlin's fault! And now I'm being made to take the blame..."

Meili paused for a moment as the old man in the mountain raised his knife, feeling that what he said made a lot of sense, after all, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor.

"Yes, that's it, it's all Merlin's fault!"

While nodding her little head vigorously, Mary pressed on with her affirmation.

Anyway, if she makes such accusations from the perspective of a victim, she'll almost certainly win every case.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as law in Valhalla, and Gaia and Alaya do not discuss it at all.

Therefore, she can only find a way to avenge being cheated in the future.

"Besides, I was sent here to act as a covert whistle to assist you, hehe. So, for the sake of this, could you please take this thick, hard thing off me first? It's kind of creepy."

"Hmph! Even if you do have your reasons, it's been two days since you arrived, and you haven't done a single thing of substance. You're all birds of a feather!"

As the old man of the mountain spoke, he sheathed his greatsword. Although he was angry because he hated laziness, he was not so angry as to go berserk and kill someone.

"call!"

After sensing Blade's departure, Mary patted her chest in relief, then reached out and picked up the large staff from the ground.

After the girl stood up, she turned to look at the old man of the mountain who was leaning on his sword and gave him a very elegant bow.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Mountain Elder. I am Meryl, the Flower Magician from another world. I am, in a sense, an isomorph of Merlin in this world. Please take care of me this time."

The old man of the mountain nodded slightly, acknowledging Meryl's role as an assistant, since not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry was qualified to team up with him.

"Tonight is almost over, so you should get some rest. We can discuss the matter of the Counterforce request tomorrow."

After finishing his sentence, the old man of the mountain disappeared from the spot and returned to Matou Sakura's bedroom, where he continued to stand solemnly by the window, gazing at the full moon hanging high in the night sky, like a sculpture.

Having long since become a spirit, he no longer needs sleep, but he does need mental rest, and meditation is one of the methods that the Old Man of the Mountain has always used.

After seeing the old man leave, Merry completely relaxed and once again strolled around the rather spacious study of the Matou family with her hands behind her back, quite satisfied with the environment.

Then she yawned and lay down on the single bed in the study, pulled the blanket over herself and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Gilles de Rais, who had been driven away by Artoria, returned to the sewers where he and Ryunosuke Uryu were temporarily staying, acting in a mad manner.

"Oh, what a sad thing!"

"God, why are you doing this to me? You allowed me to reunite with the Virgin, yet you replaced my original memories with false ones!"

"God, why are you so cruel?!"

Gilles de Rais howled like an opera singer in the sewers, his already bulging goldfish eyes filled with bloodshot veins from anger, which, combined with his twisted and ferocious face, made him look quite terrifying.

"God, since you are so cruel, then Giles de Rais is willing to drag you down from your supreme pedestal! To restore beauty and innocence to the world!!"

As Gilles de Rais continued his ravings, a faint magical glow emanated from the grimoire he held.

Countless sea monsters wielding tentacles were summoned and surged throughout the sewers, emitting sharp and unpleasant roars.

Ryunosuke Uryu, who was creating art deep inside the sewers using the people he had just brought back that day, emerged from the noise, unable to bear it any longer.

Before he could express his dissatisfaction, Gilles de Rais preemptively spoke up excitedly:

"Oh, Ryunosuke! Would you like to witness a grand ritual? The scene would be absolutely hellish, and it would definitely make you a true artist of death!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The One Who Ringed the First Bell

The next day, early in the morning.

The old man of the mountain stood at the second-floor window and watched Sebastian escort Matou Sakura to elementary school. Six-year-old Matou Sakura had just started first grade.

Although the Holy Grail War is still ongoing, Fuyuki City appears calm on the surface, but in reality, countless unknown dangers lurk beneath the surface.

But the old man of the mountain believed that with Sebastian's abilities, he would be able to protect Matou Sakura's safety and prevent her from suffering a second injury.

As the old man watched the car driven by Sebastian disappear into the distance, he began to plan for the future.

As a Servant, I am destined not to stay in this place for long. After the Holy Grail War, it will be time to say goodbye to my contractor.

Although I heard that Matou Sakura has an older brother named Matou Shinji living in another city, he is the same age as her.

They have no chance of supporting the Matou family, let alone the potential to become a protective umbrella for a family of magicians.

Therefore, the old man of the mountain decided to take advantage of the next few days to teach Matou Sakura some useful skills.

But an embarrassing thing happened, because after thinking it over and over, the old man of the mountain couldn't find anything he could teach her in a short time.

Although he possessed earth-shattering magic when he was the Sorcerer King, that ability was acquired for certain special reasons.

Although he can still cast these spells at will, he has no idea how he learned them in the first place, or how he can teach them to others.

To be honest, the old man of the mountain doesn't understand anything about the principles of magic. As long as he knows how to use it and uses it well, that's enough.

When you're rolling up your sleeves and getting into a fight, who cares how you unleash your magic?

Only victory proves truth!

After eliminating even less reliable skills such as Musou Assassination Technique and Greatsword Mastery, the Old Man of the Mountain had no choice but to shift his focus away from himself and toward the still fast asleep Mary.

As an outstanding sage who once nurtured King Arthur, she must have rich teaching experience, so having her take charge of the contractors' teachers should be a good idea.

The more the old man in the mountain thought about it, the more he felt that this was a method worth trying. As for whether Merry, who liked to slack off, would agree to take on this seemingly troublesome task, that remained to be seen.

Well, this has already been overlooked by the old man of the mountain.

Compared to a round table dictatorship, a big sword warning is much more intimidating.

I believe that the pragmatic and principled Mary will happily and enthusiastically take on this role.

Meanwhile, in the study, Merry, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar, suddenly shivered in her sweet sleep, as if frozen by an unknown chill.

After a few unconscious wriggling movements, the girl wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, smacked her lips a few times, and a trickle of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The daytime passes by silently, the sun sets in the west, the bright moon rises, and the city's nighttime prosperity is reflected in the bright lights and bustling activity.

Having had a good night's sleep, Merry was sitting leisurely in the dining room of the Matou residence, crossing her legs and waiting for the sumptuous dinner that she didn't need to use illusion magic to be served.

With long blonde hair and dressed in a neat black and white maid outfit, Kiarei was busy in the kitchen, taking charge of all the meals for the Matou family for the past few days.

Compared to the enormous workload she had undertaken at the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the meals for just a few people were nothing to the now-grown-up Kiarei.

But this was not the staff meal previously provided to members of the Great Tomb of Nazarick; it was a meal to be served to the contractors of the Supreme Being.

Therefore, while a large quantity is not necessary, quality is even more important.

This concerns Kiara's dignity as a maid, the etiquette and hospitality of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and even the face of the Supreme Being.

Thinking about the maid rules that Sebastian had taught her, Chiare became even more serious.

The aroma of food wafting from the kitchen was like a mischievous little hand, tempting and teasing the starving Mary.

She lay on the dining table like a useless cat, clutching her belly, even the tuft of hair on her head drooping listlessly.

Sakura Matou was diligently doing her homework after school, while the old man of the mountain stood quietly to the side, as if watching his granddaughter study.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of magical energy erupted from the mouth of the Weiyuan River, and in the blink of an eye, all the Masters and Servants in Fuyuki City felt it.

The old man of the mountain's eyes, glowing with blue light, lit up. He looked out the window, curious about which Servant dared to be so high-profile.

Just as the old man was hesitating about whether to go and see for himself, fate had already made the right choice for him.

"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

The melodious sound of the evening bell echoed in the old man's ears, giving him an insight: he now knew who he needed to kill.

Moreover, this incident is not only due to the Servants, but also to something that should not exist in this world and has crossed over from an alternate dimension rift.

"My contractor, you should stay at home. I'll be right back."

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the old man of the mountain exuded an undeniable authority, and Matou Sakura did not act childishly, but nodded in agreement.

Then, the old man of the mountain turned his gaze to Sebastian, who had been standing by his side, and gave him his orders as well.

"Sebastian, the safety here is entirely in your hands. Any intruders with hostility should be killed without exception."

Sebastian, his strong and upright body ramrod straight, bowed slightly, his face full of determination, exuding a calm yet imposing aura.

"Although my strength is meager and insignificant compared to yours, I am still capable enough to protect the safety of this mansion."

After arranging everything, the old man of the mountain, carrying his greatsword, flashed into the restaurant.