Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Doctor, I don't think the Holy Grail should be associated with malnutrition."

Mashu corrected him carefully.

"Did the pressure finally get to the point of making him lose his mind?"

Ritsuka's tone was tinged with regret, as if the other person might die suddenly from overwork at any moment.

"How could that be? I'm perfectly energetic."

Roman subconsciously touched the medicine in his pocket and retorted.

"There is no doubt that this is indeed the Holy Grail."

Surtr did not deny it.

"However, unlike the King of Magic, as you can see, it is far from being strong enough to form a singularity; it is merely a more convenient magical artifact."

"I see. So you're planning to use this Holy Grail to provide food, right?"

"Well, but don't get your hopes up too high for the quantity."

With that, Surtr turned the Holy Grail upside down.

Immediately afterwards, crystal-clear water flowed from the empty golden cup and into the dark water tank.

"water?"

Hearing the clattering sound beside her, Ritsuka unconsciously leaned closer.

"It does look like water, but you can feel the magic in it."

Bedivere said.

"I see. Although it looks like water, it is actually made by converting magic into something similar to a nutrient solution."

Leonardo da Vinci's voice came through the bracelet.

"Huh, magic can do this?"

Ritsuka scratched her head.

"Sure, after all, whether it's the Great Source or the Small Source, the so-called magic power is transformed from life force. It's not incomprehensible that it can be used to transform back into nutrients for biological adaptation. However, it's best not to ingest too much at once; a small cup is about right. People in this era can't adapt to too much magic power."

"Thank you for the explanation, Leonardo da Vinci. That's roughly how it is."

As they spoke, the last drop of water in the cup fell into the water tank. The surface of the water, which looked no different from ordinary clear water, was radiating a captivating charm.

Turning magic into a nutrient solution is the most profitable approach suggested by Miss Yustissa.

Even so, combined with Surtr's own magic, it was only enough to fill one water tank.

"This amount will last for three days. If we only consider not starving to death, it can probably last a little longer."

Leonardo da Vinci analyzed.

"I'm really curious. Converting magic requires quite complicated steps, yet the Holy Grail can achieve it in an instant, as if it skipped the process and went straight to the result."

Is that amazing?

"Hmm, that's impressive. It's like the difference between running and teleporting. Theoretically, a large amount of magic power could achieve the same effect, but this Holy Grail doesn't seem to work that way."

"Miss Surtr always pulls out some really amazing gadgets."

Mashu sighed.

"Indeed, my curiosity is about to burst out, it's all Romani's fault."

"Hey, why did this happen to me again?"

Roman let out a helpless sound. At the same time, inside the house, Bai Mao scooped up a spoonful of water and put it in his mouth.

It is a substance that has a similar taste to water, but a completely different "weight".

As a Servant, she could keenly sense life force flowing into her body.

"So, it shouldn't be poisonous, right?"

"Surtr asked."

"No, cough cough, I'm just testing out how much dosage to use later."

He coughed lightly twice and vehemently denied it.

Well, she did have the idea of ​​giving it a try, after all, she had to be careful about what she was giving the villagers to eat.

But without a doubt, this is something that can save lives. People are dying in the village every day, and this jar of water is no exaggeration to call it a lifeline.

"Thank you for your help. With these, the village can continue to survive for the time being."

"Now that we're comrades, this little thing is no problem at all."

Surtr waved his hand, but quickly became serious again and started talking about reality.

"But this is only a temporary reprieve. The only way to solve the problem at its root is to defeat the Lion King and retrieve the Holy Grail."

"..."

The atmosphere of joy that had just been filled with the news of obtaining food suddenly fell silent.

"But the gap in strength between us and the Lion King cannot be ignored. Even if we can break through the Round Table, the Lion King himself is not someone we can contend with. If we want to defeat him, we must get other help."

Bedivere said.

He had been in close contact with the Lion King, so he knew how terrifying the other was.

If it weren't for Surtr, he probably would have died on that tower. But even Surtr said that it was an existence she couldn't defeat, and it was something that couldn't be solved by simply adding more people.

"Even those of you who have had direct contact with the Lion King think so..."

The man who cursed the wrist hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He had heard from Bai Mao how powerful Surtr was, which made this news all the more despairing.

If even the other party can't do it, then perhaps the only option is to ask the First Hokage for help.

"Why don't we put the Lion King aside for now and go check on the Sun King? Maybe we can find a breakthrough with him."

Surtr proposed.

"The Sun King, indeed. There's a saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. However, he possesses the Holy Grail. Based on past experience, it seems unlikely that such a person would cooperate with us."

Ritsuka made inferences based on her own stereotypes.

"But it's definitely worth a try, but perhaps it's best to get to know the other party first."

Bedivere looked at Hassan and his men.

"The Sun King? I don't really know much about him, otherwise I wouldn't have made that mistake."

The "hundred faces" naturally refers to Nito's encounter.

"But there happens to be someone here who knows him best, so why not just go and ask her directly?"

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Twenty-Two - The Less Clothed, the Higher the Status

A dark curtain hung over the mountains, and under the cool moonlight, accompanied by the evening breeze, several dark figures quietly slipped into the earthen house on the edge of the village.

The interior was simply furnished, with a pile of hay laid out on the floor on the inside as a cushion.

Deep purple hair, interspersed with yellow, spread like a mattress across the straw mat. A lightly dressed, brown-skinned woman with her eyes closed, her beautiful face adorned with gold accessories and an Anubis-like hairstyle that proclaimed her extraordinary status.

But that unrestrained sleeping posture was really hard to look at.

With drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, one hand resting on his head, the other scratching his belly, and occasionally smacking his lips, he looked as if he were having a sweet dream.

Whispers could be heard coming from inside the room.

"So, big shots dress this casually in private?"

"I think you've misunderstood. This should be her everyday clothes. Also, take your hands off that strip of cloth. Are you a pervert?"

Surtr slapped away the groping hand that was trying to explore the unknown with Ritsuka.

"Oh, this is actually everyday clothes? That's even more amazing."

"You'd better not meddle in other countries' cultures. Maybe the less you wear, the more noble they are."

Surtr speculated.

"I see."

As if in agreement, Ritsuka nodded.

"I don't think Egypt has this kind of culture. Let's wake Miss Nito up quickly."

Mashu reminded the two of their conversation that it was getting further and further off-topic.

"I see, but this guy is sleeping so soundly. He was kidnapped, so why is his sleep quality so good?"

Surtr pinched the other's cheek and asked in confusion.

"And there are no restrictions."

"The other party is a magician, and ordinary restraints have no effect on her. The only way is to use a specially prepared potion to make her unconscious."

Explanation of "百貌".

"I see. He can still sleep even in enemy territory. What a lucky guy. Ah, he's about to wake up."

Perhaps sensing someone around, or perhaps due to the pulling on her face, Nito frowned, her eyelids fluttered, and she opened her large purple eyes, matching her hair.

"Unfamiliar ceiling."

Nito murmured, then suddenly came to her senses and realized that she seemed to have been kidnapped.

She sat up abruptly, and then saw that in front of her stood one, two, three, four, five, or six figures, observing her elegant sleeping posture.

At the same time, a guy who didn't look human was smiling and greeting her from beside her.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

"What are you trying to do now! Water and resources are far more precious than I am; Pharaoh will never agree to this!"

Despite uttering pitiful words, Nito scrambled back to the wall, summoning her staff and holding it in front of her, as if that would make her feel a little more at ease.

"We've given up hope on that matter. It was out of necessity, and I apologize for that. I have other matters to discuss with you this time."

Bai Mao shrugged. She knew from this incident that the Sun King wouldn't be swayed by such threats, and now she couldn't wait to get rid of this woman.

As for killing them? Forget about cooperation, the village would most likely be lost.

"Other things? It's about you guys..."

Nito looked at the several oddly dressed individuals present with a puzzled expression.

"We want to ask you about the Sun King."

Surtr was direct and to the point.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Surtr, and these two are Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, and Bedivere. Our identities are a bit complicated, but it would be more appropriate to consider us as being on the same side as Hassan."

"Those who are with them are the Pharaoh's enemies. Don't even think about making me betray the Pharaoh's information!"

Despite her trembling voice, she spoke with unwavering resolve.

“I don’t intend to be his enemy. If possible, we hope to cooperate with him to deal with the Lion King. You should know that your peaceful relationship with the Lion King cannot last long, right?”

"So what? The Pharaoh is a god of the earth. The mere Lion King is nothing in the light of the sun. Why would he need the help of a stranger?"

Nitot spoke with righteous indignation, seemingly full of confidence in Ramses II, at least on the surface.

However, she seems to have overlooked one thing.

They are also outsiders on this land.

"That's what you think, but whether you say it or not, we're planning to meet him eventually. I just want to get to know him a little beforehand."

"The great Pharaoh is not someone you can just meet whenever you want, what an arrogant fellow. But alright, since you want to know about the Pharaoh's legend, I might as well reveal a little bit to you."

Nito spoke in a high-spirited tone, as if for a moment he had transformed into a devout believer about to proclaim the great deeds of the Pharaoh.

"Why? I suddenly don't really want to listen anymore. I have a feeling that things will get complicated later."

Surtr muttered to himself.

late at night.

Surtr lay by the window, gazing at the starry night sky.