Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Even without relying on Heroic Spirits, I, Gorde Mujik Yugdomirenia, am still the most outstanding magician!!

As he spoke, the obese magician wrapped magic around his right arm and knocked away the ghoul that lunged at him.

……

……

As the next patriarch of the Yggdrasil clan, Fiore is the magician who knows the city of Mirenia best, besides Danic.

Having taken control of the barrier, she sensed the approaching danger a little earlier than the others.

Ruler has led our Servants out; is this the moment the enemy is aiming for?

Fortunately, the "Black" swordsman remained in the castle; he was a trustworthy individual, and with him there...

Oh no! Seriously, I'm relying on someone else again! How can I always rely on Mr. Saber!

The girl took a deep breath and then tapped her forehead with her fist—finally regaining her composure.

The wheelchair moved swiftly and quietly through the corridor toward Fiore's own workshop, where her battle magic armor remained.

Fortunately, Fiore encountered no obstacles along the way and returned to her room smoothly.

"Lock the door!"

Although she knew perfectly well that the wooden door panel couldn't defend against enemies, the act of using spells itself calmed her down.

Just as Fiore was turning her wheelchair to get closer to the briefcase on the bedside table—

She suddenly felt an extremely cold gaze.

"...!"

The girl turned her head away tremblingly.

What appeared in the corner of the room was a scene exactly like that in a horror movie.

A pale-faced vampire with fangs showing on his lips stood there.

"Ugh...!"

Fiore was shocked and fell heavily off her wheelchair.

Even though she is regarded as a genius magic heir, she is still just a girl under 20 years old.

Upon witnessing such a horrific scene, Fiore instinctively let out a scream.

The vampire remained indifferent, showing no reaction to the girl's screams, but instead looked around the room with great interest.

Is it an illusion?

For a moment, Fiore seemed to feel warmth in the vampire's eyes, as if it were gazing at the room with deep nostalgia.

"Lancer...no, is that you...Uncle Danic...?"

The vampire turned his face.

The warmth and emotion that flashed briefly in those murky pupils vanished.

Fiore suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and nervously backed away.

She actually had one last resort: the Command Seals.

However, Fiore was unable to use Command Spells; in fact, she couldn't even think of using them.

The terrifying presence of vampires robbed her of her most basic ability to think.

Lancer, dressed entirely in black, asked, "Where is the Holy Grail?"

Regardless of how much of Danic's will remains within the vampire's soul, he has already lost interest in Fiore, the successor he once poured his heart and soul into nurturing.

Vampires only have eyes for the Holy Grail, which can grant wishes.

The Holy Grail is not here; it has been taken away.

Fiore was about to say that when the words caught in her throat.

If you tell them this, the vampire will definitely ask where the Holy Grail went.

In other words, I must betray Mr. Saber...

Fiore's rationality told her that stabilizing Lancer's emotions was the best option now, and with luck, he might be able to save his life.

but……

The girl could never bring herself to betray the hero who had saved her and her family.

"The Holy Grail... I've hidden it away because the guys from the Mage's Association are trying to get their hands on it."

Fiore mustered her courage and spoke as she approached the briefcase containing the magical costume.

Even if I equip myself with magical armor, can I escape from the clutches of a vampire?

Fiore wasn't sure either, but continuing like this would definitely lead to certain death.

Where are you hiding?

“Ahh!?”

The girl screamed again.

With just a blink of an eye, the vampire vanished from Fiore's sight and moved to her side.

A right hand with long, sharp nails reached towards Fiore's neck—

"Together (Educere)!"

Fiore's fingers touched the old-fashioned prosthetic leg that was placed outside, and she decisively abandoned the suitcase when danger approached.

What came out of her mouth was the activation spell (Gate Word) of the costume. It automatically sensed the body temperature of the user and moved like a snake before wrapping around the girl's back and expanding into four mechanical arms.

"Mars, the Iron Fist of War!"

One of the prosthetic limbs fired a light beam, aiming at the vampire's claws that were reaching for Fiore.

—No effect whatsoever.

Vlad III, now a vampire, not only did not lose his "anti-magic power," but it actually increased.

The magic bullet vanished the instant it hit the arm, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Ugh...!"

The vampire lifted the girl up with one hand and asked again.

Where is the Greater Grail?

"..."

Fiore gritted her teeth and persevered, while simultaneously activating her prosthetic limb to launch another attack.

Clearly, it's impossible for a mere magician to harm a vampire at night.

Fiore closed her eyes in despair.

I'm sorry, everyone... I think this is the end for me...

The girl thought she would be leaving the stage tonight—

However, she overlooked one point: the vampire had no reason to kill her.

For vampires, as long as they turn a girl into their familiar, they can control her will and thus find out the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.

Thinking of this, a look of ecstasy appeared on the vampire's pale face.

The dream machine I've been pursuing for sixty years is finally within reach.

Although the Holy Grail War was only halfway through, that Holy Grail had been modified by Darnic—

If it's a small-scale wish, that is, not one that requires changing the world, it's perfectly acceptable to forcefully initiate and fulfill the wish right now.

Increase my body, strengthen my body, fill my body.

If it's this level, it shouldn't be a problem.

Danic Preston Yggdomirenia has begun to believe that the name belongs to someone else.

But this man understood that the ultimate result of pursuing the Holy Grail was that he was here now.

So—be happy, Danic! Your wish is about to come true!

The vampire opened its mouth wide, revealing its fangs, and bit down on the girl's fair and alluring neck.

Suddenly, it sensed a powerful killing intent projected upon it—

That was a fear called "death" that vampires hadn't experienced in a long time.

The vampire, momentarily overcome with fear, instinctively leaned back—

With a flash of purplish-black light, Fiore's figure vanished from the vampire's sight.

"Gah...?"

Upon closer inspection, he realized that not only the girl had disappeared, but also his right arm.

"who is it!?"

The vampire roared in fury.

The one who snatched the girl from its grasp was a red-haired boy who had once fought against the guardians of Romania.

He had one arm around Fiore and the other hand gripping the scythe attached to the chain.

"It's you again, Black Swordsman...! I will kill you!!!"

"That's my line, vampire."

Once a Lancer monster, now consumed by rage, charged forward, baring its fangs and claws.

His long black robe transformed into countless bats, attempting to obscure Shirou's vision, but with a flash of the scythe, the bats were instantly pulverized—this time they did not return to the vampire's body.

Count Dracula's claws tore through the barrier Fiore had set up in the room, but the boy casually jumped back, dodging the attack.

At the same time, he grabbed the end of the chain and swung the "Harpe" like a helicopter propeller.

Whether it was the experience of the "Blade of Chaos" that came in handy at this moment or not, Shirou felt that this scythe was like a friend he had known for many years.

Although Shirou possesses the ability to read weapon memories and experiences, there are actually not many weapons like the "Death Blade" that he can use with ease on his first try.

The wildly swinging scythes sliced ​​through the air, and the magic-infused blades caused the vampires to scream and stagger backward.

Realizing the situation was dire, the vampire planned to retreat, but Shirou would never allow it to go back and harm people again.

The flying chain hooked onto the vampire's right foot, knocking it to the ground.

The vampire finally managed to get up, only to fall to the ground again the next second—this time his left foot was chopped off by a flying scythe.

The immortal killer from Greek mythology, combined with Shirou Amamiya's divine swordsmanship, completely overwhelmed the vampire monster.

Even vampires with superior physical abilities were like small boats in a storm, completely overwhelmed and unable to fight back.

The fact that severed flesh cannot regenerate shattered Count Dracula's confidence and hastened his defeat.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Stop... No, no... My Holy Grail! My dream! No! Ahhhhhhh!"

The vampire let out a defiant roar and collapsed to the ground.

Shirou released Fiore's waist and settled her on the edge of the bed.

Then he walked up to the vampire and stepped on his back.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a priest, so I can't pray for you at your deathbed. But..."

Shirou spoke coldly, raising his gleaming scythe high.

"—I'll free you right now."

The scythe drew a beautiful arc in the void.

The heads of a former devout lord and a former magician who eventually became a monster, flew off.

The body that disappeared above the shoulders emitted a golden light, a manifestation of the return of Ying's soul to its place.

"..."

After leaving behind resentful cries and desperate gasps, the vampire was completely sublimated, leaving not a trace behind.

Both the heroes who saved their homeland and the patriarchs who led the magicians are dead.