How come the Ace of Cups isn't considered the Holy Grail?

However, since it is alchemy from the Age of Gods, it is normal that she cannot understand it!

"Try injecting magic into it, Master," Yuuto instructed from the side.

"Directly inject magic power? I'll give it a try!"

Reiryukan Misaya excitedly complied, so much so that she didn't even have time to think about her empty stomach.

As she carefully channeled her magic into the card in her hand, the fire dragon on the card glowed, as if it were about to come to life—

No, it came back to life!

Reiko Misaya's mouth was slightly open as she looked at the 'fire dragon' that appeared in front of her, which was exactly the same as Kato and whose body was entirely composed of burning flames.

She could even sense that the fire dragon would have been even larger if the room hadn't been so small.

"To summon such a powerful familiar with just one card, is this the alchemy of the Age of Gods?!"

Reiryūkan Misaya: Wow, so cool!

Yudu: "?"

So that's how it is. Was I imagined as an alchemist from the Age of Gods this time?

Yuuto said nothing, but silently watched as Salamander carried out a series of actions under the command of Reikoku Misaya, until the rumbling of her stomach sounded again, and she recovered from her excitement.

After blushing as she took back the Salamander card and returned it to Yuuto, Reirōkan Misaya suddenly realized something she had overlooked.

It must take quite a while to create such a special magical artifact, right?

It seems that the crossing only took one night?

And what materials were used?

It seems that her father's magic workshop doesn't have any magic catalysts related to dragons.

Thinking of this, she didn't hold back and asked directly, "Caster, what did you use to create this card?"

“A fire salamander mummy,” Yuuto replied casually as he took the card from her, then led her toward the mansion’s gate.

"It was found in an underground magic workshop. It should be one of the materials your father prepared for this Holy Grail War."

The black magician girl was left behind by him to look after the house. Even though she was looking at him with longing eyes, as if she wanted to go out and play too, Yuuto still kept her there.

This was also to prevent someone from sneaking in and blowing up their house while they were out.

He didn't want to have to sleep on the cold ground before the Holy Grail War was even over.

The phrase "Holy Grail War..." acted like a rope, pulling Misaya Reirōkan back to reality from her moment of excitement.

Recalling the dangers of the Holy Grail War that her father had explained to her, Misaya Reirōkan seemed somewhat worried.

"Caster, is it okay if we just go out like this?"

"It's alright, Master."

You Du spoke up to comfort her.

"Based on the secretive principles of the Holy Grail War, Servants generally won't fight each other during the day, even if they encounter each other. If anyone breaks the rules, the Holy Church, which is responsible for overseeing this, will deal with these Masters and Servants who violate the rules..."

As Yuuto led Misaya Reirōkan towards the nearby shopping street, following the directions she indicated, he explained these basic facts to her.

In fact, Misaya Reiryukan knew about the things Yuuto had told her, but when they actually walked around outside so casually, she still couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

To ease her tension, she simply continued chatting with Youdu.

"Should we go out and fight other Servants tonight?"

As a child, Reiko-kan Misaya's pace is inevitably shorter than Yuto's.

In addition, the Linglong Pavilion family had certain requirements for their daughters' demeanor, so she often had to take two steps to catch up with You Du, who could only take one step.

If Yuuto hadn't noticed this in time, he might have become the first Servant in history to lose his Master because he was walking too fast...

"Hmm... well... we can go out and try to find Assassin's trail!"

Yuuto remembers that the Master of Tranquility died right after summoning Tranquility. So, Tranquility will probably need to find a way to replenish her magic power to maintain her presence, and will probably target ordinary people.

We can find an opportunity to take care of her first!

Walking on the road, You Du did not choose to become a spirit.

This is because Misaya Reirōkan is too young. If he hadn't become a spirit, the two of them would have looked like an older brother taking his younger sister out to play.

If he were to become a spirit, then in the eyes of others, Misaya Reirōkan would directly become a lost child, and kind-hearted people might come forward to take her to the police.

The Master who participated in the Holy Grail War is in jail, and her Servant needs to go and bring her back...

Even among all the Masters and Servants who have participated in the Holy Grail War throughout history, they are definitely a rare breed.

Chapter 182 Winning the Lottery

Inside the station, an office worker who had just finished overtime and was waiting for the last tram sat on a chair and took out his small radio from his bag.

This is one of his few hobbies. Unlike his colleagues who like to watch TV, he actually prefers to listen to programs rather than watch them with his eyes.

Whether it's sports or news, listening to late-night radio programs while waiting for the train is a small, personal form of freedom that keeps him going in the bustling metropolis of Tokyo.

Zi La——Zi La——

The white noise characteristic of radio broadcasts came through the headphones, followed by the mature voice of the male host.

"Eh... So the next one is from someone living in Toshima Ward who said 'the potato chips at the supermarket next door are half price,' thank you!"

"Hmm... 'This is a story I heard from a friend. Apparently, there's been a strange murder near JR Ikebukuro Station...'"

The radio host read listeners' letters in a serious tone, as if telling a ghost story.

"Oh... a bizarre murder case? That sounds terrifying..."

After a brief pause and a sigh, the host continued reading.

"Because he drank too much while waiting for the tram, my friend went to the station restroom, and it seems that's where he saw a man's corpse in the innermost stall of the men's room!"

"There wasn't a drop of blood in the cubicle, but the corpse's head was almost completely dissolved, with only the chin remaining. There were words written in red lipstick on the toilet mirror—"

"'Welcome to the world of death.'"

"Oh! It's here! It's here! How scary!"

Logically speaking, such terrifying and eerie letters are not suitable for regular radio programs, especially late-night radio broadcasts.

However, since this late-night radio station was geared towards telling ghost stories, the host didn't feel disgusted; instead, he became somewhat excited.

He was worried about the program being a bit boring because the letters he received today were all rather uninteresting. This letter came to his rescue!

The host said something else, but because the tram was pulling into the station, the commuters weren't going to listen anymore.

He carefully put the radio back into his briefcase. The small, portable radio that was now available was incredibly convenient for someone like him.

But...Ikebukuro Station?

As he boarded the nearly empty tram late at night, recalling the content of the radio broadcast, he looked up at the spot where he had just been sitting, carrying his briefcase.

A sign with the words "Ikebukuro Station" was hanging above the seats, and two figures, one tall and one short, who had just gotten off the train, were standing next to the seat he had just been sitting on.

Are they siblings?

It's so late and you're still wandering around outside with your younger sister... Are you lost?

The tram started moving, and as it gradually increased in speed, the figures of the 'brother and sister' disappeared from his sight.

……

"Ikebukuro Station... this should be the place, right?"

Youdu recalled the part of the information he still remembered.

Because of the fragmented narrative style of The Fragments of Azure Silver, just like its title, the information he remembered was piecemeal.

For example, Tranquility. He remembered that the day the other party was summoned, it killed its own Master first, and then a few days later it killed someone in a love hotel in Ikebukuro.

As for where the tranquil Master summoned her, and when the tranquil herself was subdued by Ayaka Sajou, Yuuto had no idea.

So now we can only try our luck in Ikebukuro based on the information we have.

"Caster, where are we going next?" Misaya Reirōkan asked, somewhat uncomfortably pulling Yuuto's hand and shaking it from side to side.

Although she is indeed a child, she doesn't really like being held by the hand like a child.

But if they don't hold hands, passersby will mistake them for lost children...

When Misaya Reiryukan was stopped and asked in a deliberately gentle voice if she had gotten separated from her parents, her face turned green.

I was mainly scared.

Because she was suddenly stopped, she initially thought she had encountered another Master.

"Hmm... I don't know either..." Yu Du pondered as he walked out of the station. Looking at the unfamiliar street scene outside the station, he aimlessly led her in a random direction.

"Let's just wander around here. Maybe we'll get lucky and run into other Servants?"

Compared to the small city of Fuyuki, Tokyo was far too large as a battlefield.

The seven Masters and Servants are like drops of ink in the sea in this city. They are conspicuous when you see them, but you can't even see a shadow of them!

Considering that the quiet class is Assassin, Yuuto, with his preconceived notions about this class, led Reiko Misaya into various dark corners.

As a result, during this period, not only did they encounter the delinquents who frequently roamed the alleys, but they also bumped into several gangsters who were doing something unknown, yet they still did not encounter Jingmi's figure.

"Tsk, Tokyo is still too urbanized..."

"Huh~ Did you say something, Caster?" Reiko-kan Misaya, who had been led around the streets and alleys by Yuto and had visited many places, yawned wearily.

Children often have more energy than adults, but compared to Servants who are spirits and do not need sleep at all, they still seem to lack it.

She already misses her soft, big bed at home.

Being a Master is really tough...

They're fighting so late at night...

"It's nothing, I didn't say anything." Suppressing the thought of de-urbanization, Yuuto looked at Reirōkan Misaya, who was constantly yawning beside him, and said:

"Hold on a little longer, Master. There are still a few love hotels nearby. If we check them all and still have no results, we'll head back!"

"Phew...a love hotel?" Misaya Reiko rubbed her eyes to try and wake herself up. "What's a love hotel?"

She certainly received the appropriate education, but no matter what kind of education it was, it shouldn't have included explaining the purpose of places like love hotels to young children...

"Love hotels are—uh, let's talk about that later, Master." Just as Yuuto was about to give her a lesson, he suddenly stopped when he saw a white figure appear in front of him.

"It seems like we've won the lottery."

Misaya Reirōkan looked ahead in confusion and saw a brown-skinned girl wearing a white dress that seemed rather thin for the season, walking alone on a deserted road.

She... is a Servant?

Chapter 183 Poison

"Rarely visited by humans" means that few people have ever been there; it refers to a desolate and remote place.

But there is a difference between rarely arriving and no one arriving, so Jingmi, who was only wearing a thin white dress, was naturally entangled by a pot-bellied drunkard.

"Little girl... why are you all alone?"

People's constitutions are really completely different. Others will say anything after drinking a little alcohol, but this person is so drunk that his face is red and his neck is thick, and he even puts his tie on his bald head, yet he can still maintain a serious appearance.

"You can't do that! Hiccup, you're dressed so lightly... The temperature is still quite low, you'll catch a cold if you keep going like this!"

The man seemed genuinely concerned about Jingmi. His hazy, drunken eyes looked around before finally settling on a pink sign and continuing to speak.

"How about this, I'll take you somewhere to warm up, hehehe..."

Finally, he tore off his mask of pretense, revealing a lewd smile, and reached for the exposed brown skin of Jingmi's arm.

If he really catches him, this day next week will probably be his seventh day after death...

It's important to know that as an Assassin, and one of the leaders of the assassination order throughout history, known as the "Old Man of the Mountain," and nicknamed the Silent Hassan, her method of assassination was poisoning.

Her entire body was synonymous with poison; her skin, bodily fluids, and even her fingernails were all intoxicatingly poisonous.

If it weren't for the 'hunting' purpose, with her A+ level aura concealment, let alone this passerby, even if You Du came and searched for several more nights, he might not be able to find her trace.

Considering that it was thanks to this person's act as bait that Jingmi was lured out, Youdu spoke up and gave him some advice.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do something so irrational!"

"who!"