Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"You make it sound so easy."

Rin knew all too well about this, but she wished it could be eliminated so easily.

Ok

For a moment, the scene fell silent.

"Oh, Caster is out."

A moment later, the situation seemed to change.

"But I didn't see that Master. Perhaps this is an opportunity."

After a while, Archer, who hadn't seen Surtr come out, suddenly spoke up.

"Now, we might be able to seriously injure that Caster."

Because of the Command Seals, Archer didn't make any definitive statements.

"Hey, what I said came true. Could this be a trap?"

Rin isn't some old-fashioned knight; when facing an enemy far stronger than herself, a sneak attack is a viable option.

But isn't this too much of a coincidence?

"Perhaps, but Rin, have you forgotten my class?"

With that, Archer raised his black longbow.

"Oh right, you're Archer."

Rin clapped her hands.

Archer's advantage is its long reach, so it doesn't need to be afraid of any traps.

"Let's give it a try. It would be even better if we could take this opportunity to kill them."

Rin gave the order.

"learn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Archer drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

Target: Medea.

Inside the Matou residence, following his senses, Surtr arrived at a simple wooden door.

The main gate was burned down, and behind it was a downward stairwell.

A chilling, nauseating malice emanated from below, and the faint sound of swarming insects flapping their wings could be heard, suggesting that the infamous insect silo was located underground.

Snap your fingers lightly.

As if given a command, the flames surrounding him transformed into two serpents, coiling around him and surging into the stairwell.

No matter what's down there, it's always good to burn it first.

Consider it a purification.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Following closely behind, her high heels clicked crisply on the cold floor of the stairwell.

After walking for about ten seconds and dealing with a few attacking insects, Surtr arrived at a spacious underground space.

The dim underground space was illuminated by the firelight. Surtr stood on the platform extending from the bottom of the stairs, looking ahead, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

The insect chamber's structure was unsettling; the surrounding walls were filled with square holes that resembled the nests of some kind of insect.

Underground, black mud covered the ground, on which one could see white insect eggs.

Several thousand? Tens of thousands? Or more?

There are countless Surtrs.

The entire insect chamber seemed to have been transformed into a petri dish for the insect swarm, and in the very center of the chamber was a huge, bloated, black and red insect that occupied almost half of the space.

It was a rather round insect with short limbs and a bulging abdomen. Through the transparent membrane, one could see the white eggs inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, it is a female insect specifically designed for production.

That's disgusting.

Even setting aside the influence of the black mud, the atmosphere here is still unbearable.

Surtr wasn't afraid of bugs before, but she felt she might develop a phobia of them afterward.

After she descended into the insect chamber, a Mark Insect was crawling towards her from the edge of the platform, and Zouken Matou's voice came from it.

It seems he no longer dares to appear before Surtr.

“Master of Caster, are you not going to stop here? We shouldn’t have any grudges between us.”

"Assassin is already dead, you don't need to kill him outright."

Zouken Matou tried to negotiate with Surtr, since in his eyes the two had no enmity whatsoever except that they were both participants in the Holy Grail War.

Since Assassin is already dead and out of the game, there's no need for them to fight to the death, right?

"If you're willing, we can work together."

"What lies before you is the culmination of my ten years of hard work. With my help, winning the Holy Grail War will be a piece of cake."

The Crest Worm's gaze fell on Surtr, or more precisely, on Levantine in her hand.

That's a Noble Phantasm, without a doubt.

Not only the Servants, but even the Masters possess Noble Phantasms. Without a doubt, the opponent is qualified to compete for the final victory.

This gave Zouken Matou a new idea.

But Surtr had no intention of listening to the other person's ramblings.

"I don't work with dead people."

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of fire burned the insect in front of him to ashes.

"Don't get too cocky, little girl!"

From another direction, Zouken Matou's voice rang out again, like a standard villain's exit line.

But this time, it seems he wasn't just making threats.

Orange lights began to illuminate the ceiling one by one, as if some kind of energy was accumulating, as if it were about to explode.

No, it's not just like, it's really about to explode!

The old bug wants to tear down this basement!

No, he probably wants these bugs to go outside, which would definitely cause a huge riot.

Even if they pose no threat to Surtr, the swarm can provide cover and buy the enemy time to escape.

That's pretty insidious.

In that case, we just need to eliminate the bugs faster than you.

After figuring out what the other party wanted to do, Surtr made a decisive move, thrusting his Flame Sword into the ground with his backhand. A clear shout came from the surging flames.

"Levantin!"

FSN: Chapter Thirteen - Recovering the Loot

At the Matou residence, Medea stood on the rooftop, looking down.

She had already set up a barrier around the mansion, so she could detect anything coming out of it as soon as she left.

I wonder how things are going on with Master.

she thought.

Although she probably didn't need to worry about the other party's strength, it was still black mud, so she still had to be careful.

Just as she was wondering how long it would take for Surtr to come out, the mansion beneath her feet suddenly shook.

It was as if something had exploded from underground. Staggering a couple of steps, Medea steadied herself by leaning against the wall. She instinctively thought that this was the commotion caused by her Master.

Peeking out from behind the wall.

The next moment, all the windows in the mansion shattered in an instant.

Vast swathes of black shadows surged out of the mansion, the swarm of insects flapping their wings and emitting piercing shrieks from their menacing mouthparts, like giant waves in the sea, rushing in all directions without stopping.

Medea parted her lips slightly, stepped back, and quickly cast a shield on herself to avoid being affected by the swarm of insects.

She sensed the same malice emanating from some of the insects as she did inside the mansion.

What happened? Did the Master fail?

how is this possible.

The idea was rejected the moment it appeared.

The contract between the two was perfectly normal, and she could vaguely sense that the other party was in good condition.

Moreover, the swarm of insects in front of her completely ignored her, desperately trying to escape away from the mansion, as if something terrifying was chasing her from behind.

It's because of Surtr.

Medea guessed.

And the answer to that question was given in the next second.

Blinding flames followed the swarm of insects as they rushed out of the mansion. The flames, like maggots clinging to bones, continued to spread along the swarm's path. It was as if the raging fire had met its match. The sound of the carapace being melted by the flames reached our ears. The heat wave turned into a storm that swept around. The sky, the ground, and everything in sight were burning fiercely in the surging flames.

"Wow."

Standing in the center of the flames, Medea couldn't help but let out a sigh.

At this moment, she was so close to the flames that it was terrifying. Even as a Servant, with her stats, she would be in serious trouble if she were caught in the flames.

But she was not afraid.

Because she knew that the flames would not harm her.

The smell of sulfur mixed with the burning smell of insects in the air made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

Medea.

Surtr's voice echoed in my mind.

"Check if any have slipped through the net, and if so, clean them up."

Underground, Surtr saw a dissolved insect chamber before him, with the surrounding walls flowing down in a thick, reddish liquid like melting candles.

She looked up; above the insect silo was the mansion's living room.

To prevent setting the entire house ablaze and ruining everything, she controlled her strength, and it's hard to say whether any fish escaped.

"Understood, Master."

In the distance, on a tall building.

"Hey Archer, that was Caster's doing, wasn't it?"

Rin looked at the archer beside her and asked a question that seemed to be a way of comforting herself.

"I'm sorry, Rin."

Archer ruthlessly rejected it.

"That fire was probably caused by her Master."

He put down his bow; he had lost all trace of Caster.

"Then, if we're just humans, there must be limitations on the use of Noble Phantasms, right?"

She was trying to find some flaw in Surtr.

"Indeed, it is extremely difficult for an ordinary magician to use or unleash a Noble Phantasm, especially for the higher the rank of the Noble Phantasm."

"But that applies to ordinary magicians. Caster's Master clearly doesn't fall into that category. No, whether she is even human is debatable."

Archer speaks the harsh truth.

"How about we go when they're tired?"

Rin made the suggestion.