A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

Now they've changed things at the last minute and moved the plan forward. Given that person's temperament, surely they won't...?

"In fact, this matter was personally ordered by the King of Heroes," Tokiomi Tohsaka said slowly. "The King of Heroes went to the scene of the Heroic Spirit battle that broke out this morning. After returning, the King of Heroes' expression was very strange, with a faint anger burning in his heart. He probably wanted to vent his anger on this matter."

"Since it's the King of Heroes's will, then there's no need to worry too much. I'll proceed according to plan tonight, Master." A hint of disappointment flashed in Kirei Kotomine's eyes. To be honest, he was hoping to see his master get thoroughly berated by Gilgamesh.

For some reason, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by something unclean. He looked around but found nothing. He couldn't help but sigh. The series of unexpected events had already taken a toll on his mental state, which was not good news.

"Only by strictly following the plan can I firmly grasp the initiative," Tokiomi Tohsaka thought to himself.

……

"What? You're all Wang Chong's Servants?" Mordred stared in shock at the three sisters and the Assyrian Empress who had appeared before her. Including herself, that made five Servants under Wang Chong's command. And if she remembered correctly, that girl who had appeared out of nowhere also seemed quite formidable. She later discovered that her helmet's Noble Phantasm had activated; that blonde girl was clearly not the Master Wang Chong had mentioned, but a Servant with some kind of skill. Add to that Wang Chong's own strength—enough to be a Servant in itself…

What kind of Holy Grail War is this? One person has gathered the strength of seven people. Does he even allow anyone else to play?

Mordred could only say, "Hmm, this thigh smells really good."

I've never fought such a rich war in my life.

"Sister Seimi, has Teacher not come back since then?" At this moment, a small purple-haired head peeked out, looking at so many people present, and asked somewhat tremblingly.

"Who is this child?" Mordred approached to ask, but then saw the little head shrink back as soon as it noticed him.

"...Tsk, still not popular with kids as always." This didn't seem to be the first time this had happened. Mordred scratched his head in frustration...and then he scratched his helmet.

Oh, I forgot to remove my spirit costume. So I slapped my forehead, immediately removed my armor, and reverted to my somewhat revealing attire.

"Hmph? As expected, although her voice suggested she'd be a beauty, once she's taken off her armor, she possesses a unique, robust beauty, much like the heroines of Greece," Stheno said, glancing at Mordred.

"Hey, even if you're a woman, if you treat me like one, I won't hold back," Mordred said, her eyes narrowing and her tone somewhat rude.

"How strange? Why would you reject your own charm as a woman? Hmph, but it's fine, saves us from having another guy vying for your Master's attention. Besides, when it comes to charm, you don't even rank in the top tier," Stheno retorted, her tone equally sharp.

"You bastard, do you want to die?"

"Ara? What, you want to make a move? Let's not even talk about the consequences of infighting among fellow Masters. That little kid is still here watching with longing eyes. What, is this the kind of lasting impression you want to leave on the child?" Faced with Mordred's threat, Stheno was not afraid, and her words were as cold as a blade.

"Click—"

The sound of clenched fists rang out, but Mordred didn't react. She glanced at the purple-haired little girl who was still peeking out, scoffed, and casually walked to the side. Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit off, she went outside for a stroll.

Semiramis shook her head slightly. She didn't know what this Master was thinking, putting together such a bunch of problematic Servants. The Holy Grail War hadn't even started yet, and there were already signs of infighting.

Semiramis couldn't be bothered with this matter. Coordinating relationships between Servants was the Master's responsibility; she didn't have time to deal with these problematic little ones. Wouldn't it be better to have a well-behaved and sensible one? Yes, she was referring to the girl outside the door named Sakura. So Semiramis went out and started today's magic lesson with Sakura. In a few days, once the building was finished, she'd have to stay there for three days and three nights chanting, so she needed to arrange the teaching content for Sakura in advance.

Mordred wandered aimlessly down the corridor, still feeling uneasy about the Servant from before. While she admitted she had her share of issues, this was Mordred's pride and dignity, something she wouldn't tolerate being trampled on. However, after walking a short distance, she suddenly saw the cloaked female Servant from the previous room appear before her. Mordred stopped and asked, "Is there something you need?"

“I’ve come on behalf of my sister to apologize to you, Mordred. My sister has always been like this, please don’t take offense,” said Medusa.

Seeing the adorable Medusa come to apologize to her, Mordred's initial displeasure dissipated considerably. She wasn't one to hold grudges, so seeing the sincere apology, she sighed with a hint of worry and said, "It's alright, I don't dwell on that. It's inevitable that we'd have disagreements and friction with others in the past; I'm used to it. Besides, in your eyes, I'm the one being unreasonable, right?"

“No, everyone has their past and their bottom line that they don’t want to talk about. Even I can be quite fierce if my bottom line is crossed.” Little Medusa smiled serenely and continued, “Masters have many Servants, and it’s inevitable that there will be friction between them because they are not familiar with each other. But that’s precisely why we need to understand each other and not cross each other’s bottom line. Don’t be fooled by the fact that my sister didn’t come to apologize in person. She has actually remembered everything you said, Mordred.”

"Really?" Mordred asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, little Medusa has lived with her sisters for a long time. She knows them very well. And her sisters are very strict. If they don’t want to apologize, even I can’t come and apologize for them. After all, in her eyes, the three of us sisters are one, we share the same fate. So, her tacit approval of my coming here itself represents her attitude,” little Medusa said.

This made Mordred a little embarrassed, but she also became interested in the Gorgon sisters' affairs, so she said, "You three sisters really have a good relationship."

“After all, we’re family. Isn’t this how family should be?” Little Medusa said with a sweet smile.

“Family…?” Mordred fell silent.

Chapter 50 Mordred's Changes

"Um...did I say something wrong again?" Little Medusa asked apologetically upon seeing this.

"No, just like you said, you don't understand me, so friction is inevitable... No, I should say, some friction could have been avoided if I had just learned to be more patient." Mordred wouldn't really be harsh on such a kind and lovable Servant for a thoughtless remark. Or rather, after this exchange, Mordred felt like she had learned a lot more.

Before…did staying on the island of Britain limit her vision? Did it restrict her to only seeing those things? Now, through the platform of the Holy Grail War, she can look towards many more things. Will this growth be meaningful? Mordred didn't know, but she trusted her ancestral intuition; she really enjoyed being here.

“Yes, that way, even if Master isn’t here, we can still get along well and get along well with more Servants in the future, without causing Master any trouble,” Medusa nodded and said.

"You guys even help maintain harmony among the Servants. It seems you really like this Master. You're so willing to protect him," Mordred remarked.

"Well... because Master has fulfilled our three greatest wishes. So we really, really... love Master. It was Master who gave us this opportunity to reunite. Therefore, I will not let anyone who wants to hurt Master and my sister get away with it. That's my bottom line." Little Medusa said earnestly, a glint of light and determination in her eyes.

Seeing the little Medusa in such a state, Mordred couldn't help but grin and say, "Looks like my choice was right. A Master who can gain the favor and trust of a Servant like you... seems like quite an interesting fellow."

"That guy's strange; he hasn't given us any specific instructions yet, just told us to wait here. But I have a feeling he's going to pull something amazing. We'll have a good time causing a ruckus then... Oh, and there's that thing the Master promised me," Mordred said slowly.

“Little Medusa, my foolish sister, does it take you so long to talk? Don’t you know it’s time for afternoon tea?” Suddenly, Stheno’s voice came from the room behind them. Little Medusa nodded to Mordred and then said, “My elder sister has called me. If we have time, let’s talk about our matters.”

After saying that, Medusa ran back to her room, and Mordred, seeing her return, relaxed his shoulders and then continued to wander aimlessly around the Matou residence.

"Hmm? The sound of a sword being swung?" Mordred had unknowingly wandered into the Matou family's basement. Because the basement was so quiet, the sound of a sword being swung echoed throughout the space. This piqued Mordred's curiosity. Could there be a Servant here diligently studying martial arts?

However, Mordred quickly realized her guess was wrong. What appeared in her sight was a small figure, clearly a child, and without any Servant aura. However, Mordred's sword-wielding posture and gait reminded her of the techniques her Master, Wang Chong, had used against her before—that knife had almost stabbed her in the kidney.

This piqued Mordred's interest, so he said, "Hey! Kid. Want me to spar with you?"

Upon hearing the voice, Ryougi Shiki stopped practicing. She frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

“Never mind who I am, I can tell you practicing alone is boring, right? Want me to practice with you?” Mordred said with a bright smile.

"What a strange person... Well then... take this!" Ryougi Shiki muttered to herself, then looked at Mordred and said seriously before throwing the knife at Mordred. Her own figure flew towards Mordred like a swallow.

"Oh! Not bad." Mordred blocked the knife, deflecting it. However, for some reason, Ryougi Shiki appeared precisely in the trajectory of the flying knife, catching it in mid-air, spinning around, and sending the knife slicing through the air in a perfect arc towards Mordred. For a moment, the two engaged in a playful sparring match, sweating profusely in the basement.

……

"This will be our living place from now on, Jeanne." Wang Chong led Jeanne to the former Emiya residence. Of course, from today onwards, this place will no longer be called the Emiya residence, but the Wang Family Compound... although it sounds rather strange and doesn't quite fit the style of Type-Moon.

"What if I suddenly decide to adopt a Shirou someday? He can't possibly be named Wang Shirou, can he...? No, no, no, that sounds weird. Anyway, I've already dealt with the black mud, so the fire in Fuyuki shouldn't be able to start. Maybe Shirou will have a complete childhood," Wang Chong thought to himself.

"Such a large house, you've taken it all?" Joan of Arc looked at the house with some surprise and couldn't help but ask.

“Although this place is remote, it’s well-connected, making it a suitable location for our encampment. Besides, we just had a battle nearby. Taking a chance, I don’t think those guys will discover us anytime soon. Then, let me set up some warning magic arrays. Then we won’t need to worry about an attack,” Wang Chong said.

The warehouse in the mansion was destroyed by Mordred, but fortunately Wang Chong had already repaired it beforehand using the power of the black mist, so Jeanne didn't notice anything amiss.

"Jeanne, let's tidy up the house this afternoon, and then go to the shopping street to buy some daily necessities. We'll mainly stay here for the next few days," Wang Chong said.

Joan of Arc nodded and, after choosing her room, began cleaning. Meanwhile, Wang Chong pretended to clean while using the black mist to receive information from various locations.

First, there's their true stronghold, the Matou family. Semiramis said that Mordred had a minor disagreement with Stheno after returning home. Fortunately, they resolved it themselves, and Mordred and Ryougi Shiki are getting along well, sparring and playing together, so there haven't been any major problems. Then, Matou Sakura seems to miss Wang Chong, frequently asking Semiramis when he'll return.

"This little girl is quite clingy," Wang Chong remarked.

In addition, Semiramis replied that the garden would be completed in a few days, at which point the three-day, three-night chanting could begin. Meanwhile, Matou Kariya and Lancelot were currently guarding the vicinity of the magical barrier to prevent anyone from entering.

"It's a good thing I sent Kariya Matou and Lancelot out first. If Lancelot had run into Mordred, he might have discovered something unpleasant. It's best if those two split up for a while. Besides, Mordred is actually quite good at playing with children. After all, she's a big kid herself. Having her keep Ryougi Shiki company is just right. As for Sakura Matou, we'll have to trouble Medusa to take care of her. But Medusa and Sakura Matou already have good chemistry from the original story, so it shouldn't be a problem," Wang Chong thought.

After the matter with Semiramis was settled, the next step was for the Church of Christ and the Tohsaka family to react to what had happened that morning. Wang Chong immediately contacted Kirei Kotomine.

"The plan has been brought forward? Heh, then this is going to be interesting." After receiving the message from Kirei Kotomine, Wang Chong revealed a meaningful smile. He had already had Semiramis place surveillance familiars near the Tohsaka family's residence, all so he could witness the scene of the "Streetlight King" Veil Hassan with his own eyes.

"Perfect timing. When Hassan, the assassin, appears, it will completely prove my point. The Holy Grail War hasn't even started yet, and it's already this exciting. Kenneth, Kiritsugu Emiya, this Holy Grail War is just waiting for you two to enter the fray," Wang Chong thought to himself.

Chapter 51 Mr. Jin's Noob-Slaying Game

Night fell quickly, and Joan of Arc, who had just finished bathing and whose hair was not yet dry, was suddenly grabbed by Wang Chong and pulled into the room.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a woman's exclamation and a man's snickering, as if the man had succeeded in doing something.

"Are...are you sure you want to do this? Wouldn't this be a bad idea?" Joan of Arc's tone was full of doubt and a little unease.

"It's just for a little while, and everyone knows how to do this. The sooner you do it, the sooner you'll get used to it, right?" Wang Chong comforted him.

"But……"

"No buts, you might be in for a surprise later."

"...But I always feel...instead of hiding in the room, why don't we just go outside and do this kind of thing openly?"

"I never expected Joan of Arc to have such a daring side. Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Uh... alright, then let's make it at home," Joan of Arc said somewhat helplessly.

"I'm going to start now, so watch closely, it'll definitely make you gasp in amazement."

"!!!"

"Well, did you see it clearly? Weren't you surprised?" Wang Chong said with a hint of pride.

"It's really clear... I'd only ever heard of familiars being able to act as people's eyes, I never imagined they could share images with this metal box." Jeanne said with some amazement as she looked at the content playing on the television.

Don't get me wrong, the two weren't playing cards or popping champagne in the room. They were actually doing something serious. Wang Chong had just explained to Jeanne that he was currently controlling some weak animals as familiars to observe the two major families of Fuyuki—the Matou and Tohsaka families—and using magic to project the images onto the television in front of them.

He also explained the purpose of this to Jeanne: the hosts of the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City were the Matou family, the Tohsaka family, and the Einzbern family. Monitoring these three families could often yield more intelligence and information. However, since the Einzbern family had not yet sent anyone, there was no need to keep an eye on them.

Joan of Arc initially disapproved of spying on others, even suggesting that they investigate directly. However, she was persuaded by Wang Chong and eventually had no choice but to sit obediently beside him and watch the somewhat still scene.

"It doesn't seem like anything has changed," Joan of Arc remarked after observing for a while.

“We can’t always see what’s going on. After all, there are still a few days before the Holy Grail War starts. There’s not much to do in the long night, so this is just to pass the time. If nothing happens by bedtime, then we can just sleep peacefully,” Wang Chong said.

“Yes… Hmm? What’s that?” Joan of Arc had just nodded in response when she suddenly noticed a black figure running swiftly through the jungle and quickly pointed at it.

"They're here?" Wang Chong thought to himself, while feigning surprise. "There really is something going on? Joan of Arc, you're really lucky. Something unusual happened right from the start."

"Before the Holy Grail War, another special situation occurred. Was this good luck or bad luck?" Jeanne sighed, then stared intently at the figure that flashed by and turned into a black dot.

"Don't worry, let me switch the camera angles. I've planted familiars in many places; that guy can't escape my tracks." After saying that, Wang Chong began to switch camera angles and chase after the figure.

"A concealed figure, a black cloak... Could it be that Assassin from last night?" Jeanne frowned. She hadn't expected him to cause trouble again tonight, and to set his sights on the Tohsaka family, the organizers of this Holy Grail War. Indeed, the darkness behind this Holy Grail War was more troublesome than she had anticipated.

"I don't know, something seems different... We'll know once he runs out of the jungle... Look! He's out." Wang Chong kept adjusting the camera, finally capturing the image of the other person leaping out of the jungle. Under the moonlight, the skull covering the other person's face was clearly visible in their eyes.

“Wait, isn’t this the Assassin from last night?” Jeanne couldn’t help but say.

“Yes, not only that, this is the origin of the word Assassin—Hassan! Their features are so distinctive that you don’t even need to look at their Noble Phantasms; you can tell their identities just by their faces,” Wang Chong explained.

"In that case... there really are two Assassin-class Servants. Adding the one from earlier in the day, that's probably an extra Caster-class Servant." Jeanne d'Arc frowned deeply as she spoke.

"When soldiers come, we'll meet them head-on; when water comes, we'll dam it. Since we've already prepared for the worst, this is just confirming our suspicions. There's no need to worry; just focus on the present. Being too anxious will only lead us astray," Wang Chong advised.

"That makes sense... Is Hassan trying to break the Tohsaka family's magical barrier?" Jeanne continued to focus her attention on the scene. She saw Hassan flicking pebbles one by one, shattering the gems arranged in the garden, easily destroying the warning magical barrier.

Hassan, on the other hand, fell into the grass and stood up unharmed.

"As expected of the Brotherhood, their Leap of Faith truly lives up to its name," Wang Chong couldn't help but remark.

Hassan strolled leisurely through the garden, performing a series of difficult gymnastic moves with ease, effortlessly avoiding the magical barriers and warnings. Finally, he approached the very center of the garden, the core of the magical barrier.

"Hmph, easy as pie." Hassan sneered and reached out to grab the ruby ​​placed in the center.

"call out--"

"Pfft!"

"Ouch!!!" Hassan cried out in pain as his outstretched hand was pinned to the platform by a spear. Hassan struggled to look up in the direction from which the spear had come, only to hear a haughty and cold voice from above:

"You crawling insect on the ground, who gave you permission to raise your head?"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

Then, dozens of Noble Phantasms rained down on the helpless Hassan. In an instant, countless explosions rang out, and numerous craters appeared on the ground. Hassan, who had been standing, was now mangled and bloodied, utterly dead.

"You have no right to look at me. Insects should act like insects, always keeping their heads down and staring at the ground, and then die." Standing on the roof of the Tohsaka family's house was a blond man in full golden armor. Behind him appeared dozens of Hollow Circles, within which appeared the figures of various Noble Phantasms.

The scene ends here.

"Golden Gilgamesh attacking Hassan's clone, this is definitely a noob stomp," Wang Chong thought to himself.

"That man... is the one I met this morning. Is he the Heroic Spirit possessed by the Tohsaka family? No wonder he dared to be so arrogant, effortlessly annihilating a Servant with a mere flick of his wrist. And those countless Noble Phantasms..." Jeanne d'Arc was momentarily stunned after witnessing the battle. Originally, Jeanne d'Arc had expected a close battle, but she never imagined it would be a one-sided rout.

"Wait a minute... Does that mean a Master has already been eliminated before the Holy Grail War even begins?" Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but say.

“This kind of thing has happened before. After all, everyone summoned their Heroic Spirits much earlier this time. In fact, once all the Heroic Spirits were summoned, the Holy Grail War had already begun. The reason it hasn’t started yet is simply because the magical power nurtured by the Holy Grail hasn’t reached the right time,” Wang Chong said slowly.

"Anything else you think about this battle?" Wang Chong asked.

“That man is very strong… However, as the Arbiter, I have ways to restrain him. It’s just… I hope that such a Servant isn’t from the side of the Heretic Servants. Also, a Heroic Spirit should only use a few Noble Phantasms in their lifetime. How could he have so many… If only I had been there just now. I could have used my True Name Detection class skill to see through his information,” Jeanne said.

“It’s alright. If that king seems so arrogant, we might just go up and ask him directly, and he’ll reveal his true name,” Wang Chong said. “Those who have ever become kings and conquerors throughout history have always possessed unparalleled arrogance. Such people would never hide their names. We’ll find out soon enough when we clash in the Holy Grail War.”

"Then, Wang Chongjun, are you confident in dealing with him?" Joan of Arc asked curiously.

"Hmph, you won't believe it, but I'm invincible below demigods, and I can trade one for one with those above demigods. I didn't say that; the person who gave me that power told me."

Like I said before, brother, are you afraid of Enkidu's entanglement? Your divinity seems to be too high.