Miss Surtr will ignite the world

It is a skill Lancer uses to quickly escape from the battlefield.

If the other party wants to leave, it's very difficult to keep them.

But what he wants to do now is not to run away.

Strength is not his forte.

As a Lancer, he is better at using his A-rank agility and long reach to engage in mobile warfare.

But this terrain, with no lanes at all, is clearly not the best place for him to perform.

Since close combat offers no advantage, then the only option is...

Thinking this, Lancer's expression turned ferocious in an instant. He lowered his posture and created a vortex of magic centered on the tip of his spear.

A feeling as if his heart was being gripped tightly surged through Surtr's heart!

fsn: Even after dying in Chapter 3, he can still get up and jump around a bit.

Noble Phantasm?

Surtr knew what the other party was going to do before the other party even took a stance; in fact, she had been on guard against the other party using their Noble Phantasm all along.

Reversing cause and effect, the magic spear that will surely hit the heart whenever it is thrust out, Gáe Bolg.

For those who haven't seen it before, Lancer's Noble Phantasm is practically a first-time killer.

Even knowing that Miss Surtr couldn't do anything to stop her.

Aside from escaping attacks through sheer luck and intuition, which is like having an official cheat code, the only remaining options are being able to revive or escape the attack range.

It's clear that options one and two are impossible, so it seems that Miss Surtr's only option is to leave the area.

But she also wanted to end the battle quickly.

If they continue fighting, they might attract other Servants, which would make the situation even more complicated.

Simply dodging isn't enough; she needs a powerful enough strike to end the fight.

Her chance might come when the opponent unleashes their Noble Phantasm.

Releasing a Noble Phantasm requires releasing the True Name, which, though brief, is sufficient.

After spending a fraction of a second considering a solution, Surtr decisively and without hesitation threw the Levantine into the air.

Lancer noticed the opponent's movements but did not stop. As long as he could kill him before that happened, there would be no problem.

He strode forward, covering a distance of no more than five meters in an instant.

"I'll accept your heart!"

Shout out your declaration of certain victory.

But even faster than him, a blazing pillar of fire shot into the sky from Surtr, like an erupting volcano, covering the battlefield and roaring like a tide, devouring the earth.

Flames climbed up Lancer's body, the firelight obscuring his vision. A gust of hot wind swept by, and in the blink of an eye, Surtr's figure disappeared into the flames.

"..."

Having lost his target, Lancer had to stop his actions, and he had to swallow the true name of the Noble Phantasm that was already on the tip of his tongue.

This feeling of being completely stopped made Lancer extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't have time to think about it.

His body stiffened after the blow, revealing an opening.

It's a trap.

The moment the thought arose, the smell of sulfur filled Lancer's nostrils, and a sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

The ground trembled beneath my feet, and a dark shadow flickered in the fire. The next moment, a ferocious giant made of lava tore through the flames and stood tall on the earth.

The giant raised his hands high, holding the flaming sword that fell from the sky. Light and heat converged on the blade, like a sun rising in the night.

The flames filled Lancer's entire field of vision.

His extensive battlefield experience and animal instincts made him almost subconsciously raise his hand and draw in the air.

Then, the sun set.

The blazing flames flowed in a fan shape towards the distance, the rainwater evaporated as soon as it fell into the air, the trees along the path turned to ashes in an instant, and the damp soil rapidly melted into a viscous liquid that splashed in all directions.

Until the flames engulfed everything in sight—the forest, the earth, including Lancer himself standing in front of them.

After a while.

As the flames subsided, a fan-shaped gap with a radius of nearly 100 meters appeared in the forest, and Lancer's figure had disappeared.

After confirming that there were no traces of enemies around, the lava giant sank back into the earth, and the trees around it, which had begun to spontaneously combust, gradually went out against all reason.

A gust of hot wind blew by, and like a mirage, Surtr's figure appeared out of thin air in the woods.

This was inspired by a novel from her past life; she used heat to manipulate airflow and distort light to achieve invisibility.

It's similar to the Wind King's barrier created by a certain cotton quilt.

Although a closer look reveals obvious abnormalities, the cover of flames is enough to fool Lancer in that situation.

After retrieving Levantine, Surtr glanced at the ravaged forest, where a patch of land in the center stood out starkly from the surrounding landscape.

This must be where Lancer is located.

It's highly likely he's still alive.

It's estimated that some of the power was mitigated by the runes, and the opponent also had the Perseverance skill, so even if they died, they could still get up and jump around a bit.

The fact that we haven't seen anyone means they were probably moved away by Command Spells.

The opponent is undoubtedly an excellent warrior, and the same method is unlikely to succeed a second time. If we encounter him again, he probably won't be able to succeed so easily.

A little troublesome.

Moreover, the other party's behavior today surprised her greatly; he was much gentler than she had imagined.

The only possible reason is the other party's Master, but whether it's Kirei Kotomine who has changed his personality or Bazett who is his Master remains to be seen.

A thorough investigation is needed afterward.

However, although no one was decided in the end, the battle with Lancer gave her a general understanding of the Servants and her own strength.

Their physical abilities are probably not that different, and she may even have a slight advantage. Only a monster like the Berserker could probably stand up to her head.

As for the Noble Phantasm, that attack is roughly equivalent to an army-level attack; it would basically kill an ordinary Servant instantly with one strike.

We have an advantage, but it doesn't mean we're guaranteed to win. We can't just recklessly charge in.

However, those are things to consider later. Right now, the most important thing is to solve the Medea problem first.

Without thinking further, Surtr arrived at the location where Medea's "body" had been placed.

During the battle, she intentionally kept the battlefield away from the enemy, and as a result, no hostages were killed along with the criminals.

He crouched down, picked the other person up again, and left the area before the church arrived.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, inside a villa known as the Ghost Mansion.

A few days ago, this mansion welcomed its new owner.

Lancer appeared in the basement of the mansion. Her once flowing blue short hair had vanished without a trace, and her bodysuit was scorched by flames, revealing her charred skin underneath.

"Tsk, I've really been tricked."

Lancer was speechless.

It's as if I can't feel any physical pain.

As long as the Servant's wounds are not fatal, he can recover quickly with magic. He felt more excited than in pain. Although he lost, the battle tonight undoubtedly made him feel refreshed.

While fighting to the death would be nice, not all the members of the Holy Grail War have arrived yet, so dying now would be too much of a loss. He still wants to see the other Servants.

"Thanks to you this time, Master, otherwise I might have had to leave the stage."

Lancer casually thanked the woman across the table.

She was a beautiful woman wearing a reddish-brown suit, with short, rosy-red hair and eyes.

His expression was cold, and he seemed somewhat aloof.

“I would be very troubled if you left now.”

Bazett subtly shifted his gaze away from the other person's head.

After spending a few days together, she no longer felt the same excitement she had at the beginning towards her childhood idol.

"If possible, I still hope you can change your habit of toying with your prey. If you had used all your strength to kill Caster from the beginning, none of this would have happened."

"After all, it's a boring job, and I don't have much motivation."

Although he would generally follow his Master's orders, the tedious work inevitably led to some slackness.

It's a bad habit, but he doesn't intend to change it.

“Now that Caster has been taken away by the enemy, he'll probably be a tough opponent. I'll go with you on the next mission.”

Bazett understood the other party's personality fairly well, so he didn't say anything more and decided to take action next.

"Those Masters are in for a lot of trouble. I hope they can hold on a little longer."

Lancer whistled.

He had firsthand experience of his Master's strength, having fought with him on the very first day of summoning.

It is no exaggeration to say that Bazett is drastically different from the other Masters in this Holy Grail War.

With his magic and fighting skills, he can even face off against Servants.

If you use a special outfit, the best outcome would be mutual destruction.

Refers to the opposite side.

She and Lancer can be considered two Servants.

For a two-person team, as long as the Servants aren't extremely exceptional, achieving victory shouldn't be difficult.

This is not arrogance, but simply stating the facts.

Not to mention, they have another trump card.

Bazett looked at the table in front of him, his eyes filled with helplessness and sadness.

A bloodstained right hand lay quietly on the table, its bare skin etched with crimson lines.

The Commandments left behind by the Holy Church during several Holy Grail Wars.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The battle between Lancer and Surtr sparked widespread discussion, and Fuyuki Gas Company was once again thrust into the spotlight after a decade.

The company's representative was initially arrogant but later became obsequious to the citizens of Fuyuki, promising that similar incidents would not occur.

Meanwhile, in a country on the other side of the continent, someone's emotions were also fluctuating.

FSN: Chapter 4 My name is Medea, and I'm a witch.

London, England.

Most people in the world are unaware that there is a hidden side to this modern international metropolis.

The Magicians' Association.

Built atop the Albion Mausoleum, this institution was established by magicians in this era with the aim of "passing down magic as knowledge."

In other words, it's a place where modern magicians band together for mutual support.

Unlike Japan, which is in the dead of night, London is only in the afternoon.

The high-hanging sun pierced through the clouds, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold city.

Inside a building called the Clock Tower, in a retro-styled office.

A man with long black hair sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, a cigar dangling from his lips, puffing out smoke.

Exhaling a white breath filled with excessive nicotine, Weber raised his right hand and placed it in front of his eyes.

On the back of that slightly thin hand, three scarlet marks formed a wing-like shape.

Command Spells.

It is the pass to a ritual called the Holy Grail War.