Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

The man in golden heavy armor snorted casually, his contempt evident in his words.

But after feeling the silent contempt, Tohsaka Tokitoki lowered his posture even more.

"My king, did you find any enjoyment in your parade today?"

"No, not at all."

The golden Servant vented his feelings in a bored manner, his lazy eyes revealing his boredom.

"This era has its merits, but the number of idle, idle bastards who sit idle and eat for free is far greater than during my reign. They are like smearing mud on the delicacies, making people unhappy."

"I'm deeply sorry to have upset you, but the Holy Grail War is no small matter. I beg for your patience for now."

"Patience? Tokiomi, it's not your place to constrain my thoughts, bastard. Know your place."

Stared at by his Servant's dangerous snake-like pupils, cold sweat immediately broke out on the forehead of the head of the Tohsaka family, and he could only bend his waist deeper.

"Yes, I overstepped my bounds. Please forgive me, King Gilgamesh."

"Hmph, I won't do it next time."

Heaving a sigh of relief and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Tōsaka Tokiomi was thankful for his own quick wit. It seemed that he didn't need to use the Command Seal to calm Gilgamesh down.

Yes, his Servant actually had the same name as Aiwen's Servant, and if you looked closely, you couldn't even tell the difference in appearance.

The Seat of Heroes is located at a high latitude, where time does not exist. Therefore, there is a possibility of summoning the same person, but the probability is very small.

It was a huge coincidence that the same Heroic Spirit of different classes was summoned in this Holy Grail War.

"But, my king, did you see any other combatants during your stroll today?"

"Stupid question. Those bastards have no business diverting my attention from my stroll."

Tokiomi sighed helplessly. His servant meant that there was no new news, and he had no way to deal with this old man.

"So, apart from the Lancer who briefly appeared at the dock yesterday and attempted to provoke but was ignored, there's no information on the other Servants at all?"

Tokiomi felt a little uneasy as he felt the war situation was tense. He knew that the calmer the situation seemed on the surface, the more turbulent the undercurrent was. He didn't know how many eyes were staring at him, one of the three great families.

He felt that he could not wait any longer.

Although his Servant, the Hero King, was extremely powerful, he had no way to use him. He could only command him in combat and could not rely on him for intelligence.

"Fortunately, my disciple Kirei was the summoned assassin. As a master of concealment, he must have discovered a lot of information by now."

With this in mind, Tokiomi immediately took his leave, intending to contact Kotomine Kirei right away.

Gilgamesh knew clearly what his Master was thinking. He acquiesced to Tokiomi's departure and sat alone in the main seat, tasting red wine.

That handsome and heroic face showed no emotion, and was so cold that it was frightening.

Do you think Gilgamesh would praise Tōsaka Tokiomi's meticulous thinking?

No, he was just bored, and it was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"Tokiomi, your obsession with gathering intelligence itself demonstrates your lack of trust in the King's power. This is a sin of blasphemy unworthy of a subject."

"I have only treated you so favorably because you have been a loyal subject to me. However, this tolerance is about to wear off. When that happens, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

Shaking the red wine glass, Gilgamesh's cold gaze pierced through the deep red wine, which was as mellow as human blood and was drunk up in one gulp.

Then the glass was thrown out, and the crisp sound of breaking echoed in the house.

"It tastes bad."

Leaving behind these words, Gilgamesh stood up. He planned to go out for a stroll tonight. At least he didn't plan to see Tokiomi's bored face tonight.

"It would be great if there were some bastard that I could be interested in. That would at least bring me some pleasure."

The thought flashed through his mind, and Gilgamesh's figure gradually turned into spirit particles and dissipated.

But at this moment, when he was about to leave, a feeling of being stripped of his clothes and being watched without any secrets on his body suddenly arose in his heart.

The king's body is flawless, and there is no need to be ashamed of showing it naked to others. However, looking directly at the king's body without permission is an unforgivable transgression!

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

Anger and interest intertwined, and the uncontrollable high laughter spread throughout the entire villa, startling Tōsaka Tokiomi so much that he quickly ran out of his basement.

"It seems that tonight will not be boring. You who dared to insult this king, I really hope you have some strength, otherwise you will not be able to vent your anger."

The body that had been half dissipated instantly solidified, and Gilgamesh made an exception and unsealed his clairvoyance.

Since the enemy dares to look around unscrupulously, we should be prepared to be counterattacked.

Besides, he was indeed somewhat curious about the owner of the sight. There were only a few people who could possess the Clairvoyance EX, so he wondered which one happened to be the one he met.

What followed was a silent eye contact, which was a mirror image of the situation on Aiwen's side.

The two pairs of identical eyes even contained similar emotions: astonishment, understanding, ecstasy, and fighting spirit.

"I never thought that my opponent would be myself. How delightful! This is truly a manifestation of unpredictable fate."

"Very good. This kind of pleasure is exactly what I seek. Only by using myself as my opponent can I truly unleash my full potential."

After saying this, ignoring Tokiomi's dissuasion who had arrived, Gilgamesh leaped to the top of the roof and released all of his magic power mixed with his breath.

In an instant, the Tohsaka residence became as bright as a light bulb in the perception of the servants, and the arrogant attitude was simply a provocation to everyone.

Suddenly, the situation became tense, and several heroes left their respective bases and headed straight for the Tohsaka residence.

The first battle of the Holy Grail War will begin tonight.

……

"come yet?"

Opening his eyes, Archer-class Gilgamesh (hereafter referred to as A-Flash) turned his head to look at the garden behind him, where he could smell the breath of magic.

"Of course, since our eyes have met, there's no reason not to fight."

Transformed from a spirit particle into a physical entity, the caster-class Gilgamesh (abbreviated as C-Flash) strolled carefree on the grass, as casually as if he were at home.

Astonishing auras collided. Even though they were of different ages, the core essence of the two remained unchanged. Therefore, even if it was the same person, a winner had to be decided.

On the rooftop, the archer knight in golden armor had a murderous look on his face;

In the grass, a magician in clean clothes had a mocking smile on his face.

"!"

"!"

At the exact moment, a spear shot out and collided with lightning in mid-air. A huge amount of magic power was detonated, and the explosion woke up countless sleeping residents.

The spear spun to the side, and the aftermath easily blasted a small hole in the Tohsaka family's garden.

a exclaimed "Huo" and looked at the magic wand of the Age of Gods that appeared behind the other party. The dazzling electric light was gathering at the tip at this moment.

"Although what I just shot was just a C-rank appetizer, I was able to send it flying with just magic. That's truly exquisite control."

"Of course, the age gap means a gap in experience. You're still young and only know how to wield violence recklessly, so you certainly don't understand the subtleties of life."

C Shan raised his head proudly, and the fluctuation of the wand behind him seemed to prove his statement.

A-Shan scoffed at this and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Strength is strength. Skill is for the weak. I only need to crush my opponent with my absolute strength."

"Enough of the greetings, old man. Don't be unable to withstand even a warm-up attack."

A smile twisted with excitement appeared on his face, and behind A flashed, large waves of light rippled one after another. The golden doors of the treasure house were like stars, and their number exceeded two digits, reaching the limit of 128 doors.

All kinds of magical weapons protruded from the door, and the sharpness of the cold blades even made the onlookers have the illusion that their eyes were bleeding.

Everyone who was peeking in the dark was terrified. Their gazes were all taken away, and they were only allowed to look at the all-encompassing treasure house.

That was a difference in style. The Noble Phantasms that the heroes were proud of were nothing compared to that golden heroic spirit. They were nothing more than casually thrown ammunition.

Even the sky was obscured by such glory.

"As a caster, you can only use a wand. Compared to the Noble Phantasm I launch, you are undoubtedly at a disadvantage, but I will not show mercy."

Indeed, a Noble Phantasm is a crystallization of mystery. Compared to it, magic pales in comparison. Even the magic of the Age of Gods can only narrow this gap.

If we simply compare power, C-Flash, who can only manipulate a wand and is not a magician himself, will be at a disadvantage, as the performance of the two is not equal from the beginning.

Even though he seemed to be complaining about the unfairness, in fact, A-Shan never had the slightest intention of holding back.

On the contrary, he gave it his all from the beginning because he believed in the [value] of his other self.

"If you're a hero, you should overcome this disadvantage and strive for victory!"

These words became the trigger that was pulled, and hundreds of B-rank and above treasures poured out. The brilliant golden light continued to form brocade in the night, separating the sky and the earth.

Such power, the ultimate violence of a one-man army, this is the Archer of this war, the Hero King Gilgamesh.

Just this one round of bombardment was enough to wipe out ordinary heroes. Just witnessing such a scene made the remaining participants uneasy.

Are they capable of defeating Archer, who possesses so many Noble Phantasms? No one can guarantee it.

But some servants may fall into depression, and Caster is definitely not one of them, because his counterattack is also beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

An identical golden door appeared behind him, with magic wands written with various magic patterns protruding from it. C Flash controlled them with precise precision, emitting beams of light, lightning, and rain of fire to shoot down the flying treasures one by one.

The sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air and the explosion caused by the release of lightning, the two collided and detonated, and the expanded air carried dust all over the sky.

Relying on superb wand-using skills, C-Flash combines different spells to guide them to disrupt the attack trajectory of the flying treasures, and occasionally shoots out the wand to intercept weapons at the cost of being destroyed.

For a moment, the land of the Tōsaka family was overturned, and the energy released by the flying treasures and magic plowed everything around without mercy.

Tōsaka Tokiomi struggled to climb out of the house. His ancestral teachings of elegance had been thrown out the window, and he was now covered in dust and sawdust.

The meticulously crafted clothing became a torn rag, the neatly trimmed short hair was now bald in some places and long in others, and even the large number of gems that had been painstakingly collected were destroyed in the aftermath.

Looking up, he saw that the two men had no intention of stopping. If they continued like this, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame of the Tohsaka family.

"What should I do? Should I use the Command Spell?"

Looking at the three Command Seals on the back of his hand, Tokiomi was undecided.

Chapter 129 The Difference Between Masters (4k)

No one expected that the first battle of the Holy Grail War would be so intense.

The fight between Archer and Caster created panic that swept across the entire city, and the boundary between heaven and earth seemed blurred at this moment.

Thunderclouds roared on the earth, and lightning and thunder grew towards the sky against all odds. This was a huge thunderbolt caused by the magic of God's judgment.

Golden waves undulate in the sky, heavy magic power is as deep as the ocean, and its true form is a pair of arrows of treasures that are tightly connected from head to tail, depicting a terrifying picture.

The clear hum of swords and the explosion of various magical phenomena, pure power manifested here like a disaster.

Tōsaka Tokiomi and Kotomine Riko in the church were watching this scene with lifeless eyes, their hearts were blank and they felt confused. A kind of joy after extreme worry made them laugh.

Should we say that there is no need to worry about lice if there are too many of them, or that everything will turn against us when it reaches its extreme?

When they thought about how they would explain this situation tomorrow and cover it up from the public, they felt so stressed that their blood vessels in their brains were pounding.

"Will the excuse of a gas explosion still work tomorrow? And if this continues, no gas company will dare to operate in Fuyuki City any longer."

Risei took a few unsteady steps and felt the wooden planks beneath his feet become as soft as cotton. His son Kotomine Kirei, who was beside him, quickly stepped forward to support his father.

"Father, there's no need to worry so much. As long as the media listens to us and brainwashes us with reports early in the morning and late at night, along with some celebrity gossip, people's attention will be diverted and they won't remember anything after a day."

"I hope so. Otherwise, it will be hard to explain to the organization and we will be in big trouble."

The exhausted old priest lamented that perhaps it was God's blessing, as he had been having ominous premonitions recently, but he didn't know where they came from.

However, after feeling his son's strong arms supporting him, the father's unique pride and warmth made him feel at ease.

As a believer of the church, Kotomine Risei did not achieve much, but what he was most proud of in his life was that he raised a saint-like son - Kotomine Kirei.

Since childhood, Qi Li has followed the teachings, abstaining from sin, cultivating virtues, keeping a pure heart and few desires, and possessing excellent talents, which has brought great comfort to his father.

His wife died early, and all his efforts from now on were focused on his son. If Kirei had not been depressed recently because of his wife's suicide, and if his old friends the Tōsaka family had not requested it, he would not have let his son participate in the Holy Grail War.

The old priest thought that perhaps after this experience, his son would be able to get over the pain of losing his wife.

Having said that, he was still worried about his son at the moment. The old man looked around outside the window to see if anyone was passing by while pushing hurriedly.

"Kirei, hurry back to the basement. It would be terrible if others saw us outside. If they think the Church is not neutral, it would be difficult for your father to protect you in the future."