How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel

"Another customer has arrived."

"Huh? What kind of guest?"

boom! !

There was no need to ask any more questions. No sooner had Ruoxue finished speaking than the seemingly sturdy iron door was kicked away like a cannonball.

Wearing a tight-fitting suit, carrying two guns—one red and one yellow, one long and one short—and followed by Director Ken, who had recently undergone electrotherapy, they arrived here!

Lancer immediately locked onto the old Flash, the only player in the entire arena wielding the G-1 Corona weapon!

"Was it you who attacked my lord from behind?!"

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Chapter Sixty-Two: There Are Quite a Few Exceptions

Clang!

An unknown Noble Phantasm longsword clashed with Rose's twin pistols, sparking intense flames!

"Archer!!" Diarmuid roared, his twin pistols wielding at a speed far exceeding that of his battle with Saber!

Even so, Archer's martial arts skills were by no means inferior!

As an Archer, his swordsmanship is in no way inferior to Saber's. With just a longsword, he blocked Lancer Diarmuid's dual pistols completely!

"Tsk! The Archer class is really unsatisfactory!" But Archer is Archer after all. As an old Flash who descended with this class, his martial arts were restricted. Even though his skills were not weak, his physical limitations made him feel constrained and quite uncomfortable in his battle with Lancer Diarmuid.

"Heroes of the world, this is what makes the Holy Grail War so exciting! Come, Lancer! I, the king, will give you a glorious defeat!!"

"Just what I wanted! Archer!!" Although he was furious about Chief Ken just a moment ago, Diarmuid immediately put that matter out of his mind the moment he started fighting Old Flash. He excitedly enjoyed the martial arts contest with Old Flash.

As their weapons clashed and rubbed together, both men's emotions surged. They had completely forgotten the reason for the fight.

As a result, Lancer and Archer fought more and more recklessly, their destructive power increasing dramatically. The battleground was no longer limited to the top floor of this high-rise building, and they began to fight fiercely, jumping around on and off the building.

Master Ken was left on the rooftop where there were still two groups of Holy Grail participants.

"Weber, Weber Velvet." After a round of electrotherapy, Director Ken was in a rather disheveled state. His once neatly combed hair was now sticking up, and his clothes were covered in varying degrees of burnt brown.

But this did not diminish his imposing presence as he controlled the Moon Spirit Essence that enveloped him:

"Is that so? I see. What exactly drove you mad and made you steal the relic I prepared, Mr. Waver Velvet?"

The princess, who was being targeted by Director Ken, was no longer as excited as she had been just moments before.

Even if you encounter a cat and a mouse, a student who hasn't done their homework and is playing games will have their mom knocking on the door, or a student watching videos in class will have their homeroom teacher giving them a death stare from outside the window.

At this moment, Princess Wilbur was gripped by deep fear, trembling uncontrollably and drenched in cold sweat. A look of terror was etched on her face. She lacked even the strength to utter a single, polite word.

"From what you're saying, you're the Master who was supposed to summon me in this Holy Grail War?"

His servant, Rider, Iskandar the Conqueror, scrutinized Ken's words while rubbing his chin, which made Ken even more panicked. He was afraid that even his servant would abandon him, and he wanted to flee the scene.

They even closed their eyes, no longer wanting to see what would happen next.

But just then, a large, gentle yet strong hand gently but firmly embraced the boy's small shoulders, which were trembling with fear.

"But from what I've observed, when Lancer and Saber were fighting down there, you were even less capable than Saber's Master. You were a coward who didn't dare to stand up openly and fight alongside Lancer."

"With such audacity, to attempt to summon me, the Conqueror King, through the Holy Grail's summoning is utterly laughable."

"The man who becomes my Master should be a warrior who fights alongside me on the battlefield, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face and hides in the shadows!"

Silence descended, touching the heart of the timid Queen Waver, a strange emotion quietly arising within her. Meanwhile, the cowardly Principal Ken, mocked by Rider, was filled with rage. An invisible fury spread through the air, and the entangling Moon Essence gradually boiled.

The tense atmosphere was so captivating that Ruo Xue, who was eating popcorn, exclaimed with delight! Aika accompanied the performance!

“Mr. Weber Velvet.” Director Ken avoided Rider's gaze and instead focused his attention on his student, Weber.

"I hope you can learn something from this special one-on-one tutoring session! Learn the horror and pain of magicians killing each other. I will teach you this subject without reservation until you can't listen anymore!"

After saying that, Director Ken glanced at Ruoxue, who was eating popcorn, snorted coldly, and left without looking back.

"Ah, this..." She had just eaten too much popcorn and was a little thirsty. How could such a wonderful show be ruined like this?

Even though his Servant Lancer got carried away and fought with the old Gilgamesh, and is still performing a movie about superheroes fighting supervillains, he shouldn't have backed down so quickly, right?

From the very beginning, Ruoxue had revealed the Moon Spirit Essence, which was wrapped around her body. Ruoxue thought that this scene was going to have to be fought.

"So it's because we're still here?" She glanced at Scáthach.

Quite by chance, Wu Siyikahaqi also turned around to look at Qi, and the two of them met each other's gazes.

"Master, I don't think that's the reason." Scáthach's legs trembled slightly, and she squatted down, feeling a little weak in the knees.

"Even without us, he couldn't defeat Rider's two-man team by himself. A magician is just a magician; he's not strong enough to fight against a Servant..."

Seeing that Aika was about to jump out and make her presence known, Scáthach quickly added:

"Except for you, you brat!"

"You old hag!!"

“Yes, Aika is indeed an exception.” Ruo Xue nodded.

After all, she's the Root Princess; bullying Servants is quite easy for her—as long as she doesn't encounter any special units.

Even when encountering special units, this bear loli only needs to put in a little more effort.

"Master, do you mean there's more than one exception?" Scáthach caught the key point; she'd always been able to do this.

If a mage can defeat or rival a Servant, then with proper training...

"Stop thinking about it, you old hag!" Ayaka interrupted Scáthach's daydreaming with annoyance. "Your future has no death, only the path to becoming a firearm!"

"?" Here we go again. So what exactly does "firearms" mean?

"If we're really talking about it, Master, do you remember that little boy?" Ruo Xue gave Aika a flick on the forehead.

“I remember, his name is Emiya Shirou.” Scáthach nodded.

Although she was quite afraid that this Master might do something strange to her, she couldn't help but admire him. This Master was truly amazing. Despite being very weak, he was the master of that brat who was connected to the Root and always knew a lot of things.

If it weren't for his extremely twisted personality, he would definitely be a perfect Master.

"But what does this have to do with that little boy?" Shirou is very obedient and cute; Scáthach can't imagine that this child can rival a Servant.

"The relationship is really serious! If little Qi Shilang develops well, (give him 41) nights and he could directly end the Holy Grail War!"

"Emiya the Great Hero, huh!"

"...Emiya the Great Hero?" Scáthach couldn't comprehend it...

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Chapter Sixty-Three: True or False Magic - Meryl Smiles

Fuyuki City, Matou family.

"Senior, have some water."

After working for most of the day, everyone was finally able to rest after cleaning up the damage caused by the battle.

Mashu, one of the students, quickly grabbed a glass of water and respectfully handed it to Gudako, Fujimaru, and Ritsuka.

"Thank you." Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Fujimaru Ritsuka politely expressed her gratitude.

Unlike everyone else present, she was neither a chaotic evil nor a genius magician; she was just a girl who was slightly stronger than an ordinary person. After working so hard all day, she was almost exhausted.

"I'm so sorry, you've helped me so much, and now you still have to clean my house." The Matou family's conscientious one brought over some food.

"They weren't in Higashiki before this Holy Grail War started, and these were all the things the Matou family had left."

These are all very common and ordinary foods.

If it weren't for the fact that there were other living people in the Matou family, the old insect probably wouldn't have bothered to stockpile food that humans need.

“It’s okay, we’re used to this kind of thing!” Fujimaru Ritsuka said, making a muscle gesture as she did so.

"Well, is Uncle Kariya alright?" Mashu was more worried about Kariya Matou's health than about that.

He originally had no magical talent, but because he needed to participate in the Holy Grail War, his body was modified by the old insect's magic, and his body was filled with Crest Worms that devoured his body to generate magical power.

This transformation is irreversible, meaning that even if he stops participating in the Holy Grail War and hands over control of Berserker to Fujimaru Ritsuka, it won't end well. Every movement is painful, and the periodic attacks from the Crest Worms cause him inhuman suffering.

They don't have long to live, unless they obtain the Holy Grail or simply change bodies.

"It's alright, as long as Sakura can escape that nightmare, everything will be fine." Matou Kariya himself didn't seem to care about this.

For him, as long as he achieved his main goal of returning to the Matou family to participate in the Holy Grail War, then everything would be fine. The only regret was that he would no longer be able to provide Sakura with any protection in the future.

"Arrrrrrr!" At this moment, the black-clad knight appeared.

He mumbled something incoherently, handing Mashu a gleaming, polished cross shield (or rather, a type of shield). It gave the illusion that he still possessed some semblance of reason.

"Uh... thank you." Mashu's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible; she felt a little embarrassed.

Mash wants to maintain proper etiquette in front of her comrades who are fighting alongside her in this singularity mission, but for some reason, she always finds it difficult to do so in front of Berserker.

And I don't know if it's just my imagination, but ever since this Berserker was handed over to her by Matou Kariya, she's been acting very enthusiastic towards her.

It wasn't the kind of enthusiasm with some strange motive, but rather the kind of enthusiasm that parents show to their children, with a touch of caution, as if afraid that the child might dislike them.

But when facing Berserker, Mash always has a strange urge to go against him, like a rebellious teenager.

"Oh right, senior! The doctor told us to contact him after we're done with our work, let's get started now!"

"Now?" Fujimaru Ritsuka wasn't quite sure why Mash had suddenly become so anxious.

"Let's find an open space with a better signal."

"So you need a signal to contact Chaldea! Then, senior, let's go find a signal base station!"

“Arrrrthurrrrrr...!”

"I do know of a signal base station nearby. I'll take you there."

"No, I was just joking!"

After a chaotic commotion, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group finally managed to contact the doctor in Chaldea. Upon arriving, they noticed a strange amount of cream smeared on the doctor's lips. "It's Ritsuka. Have you settled in yet?" he asked earnestly. If it weren't for the strange cream on his lips...

"...Yes, doctor, we're settled for now." Fujimaru Ritsuka was too lazy to even complain.

"What should we do next?"

"I don't know." (The answer is...)