Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Didn't catch any fish again?"

"Don't worry about Master, he's just a little shaken."

"Yes, really? Are we still going to carry out the operation tonight? Or should we rest for the night?"

Bazett felt it was necessary to pay attention to the mental health of his servants.

"No need, has Master decided which group to go to?"

"No, I was just about to discuss it with you."

"In that case, how about we go find Caster? I may have lost during the day, but I'm sure I'll win tonight!"

As he spoke in cryptic terms, Lancer's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

"Caster, that's a good choice."

Caster is known to be weak. Even if the opponent's Master has Servant combat power, as long as I am there, the opponent with their ace sealed will definitely not be a match for Lancer.

This one's in the bag.

fsn: Chapter 41 He's really hard to get along with.

“Master, it’s Lancer. They’re destroying the barrier I set up.”

Inside Ryudo-ji Temple, Medea observed the identity of the visitor through the eyes of her familiar.

His tone was hostile.

Upon seeing the other person, she couldn't help but recall the scene of being chased that day, and she wished she could tear the other person to pieces.

It's Lancer.

Upon hearing the report, Surtr sighed inwardly.

As expected, plans can't keep up with changes.

She hadn't even set off yet when Lancer came knocking on her door.

"Master, should we engage them?"

"of course."

There is no need to hesitate.

Although the methods for dealing with Lancer were not fully prepared, there was actually no significant difference in strength between the two sides.

It's not that safe at best.

There is no need to avoid war.

Moreover, after accumulating resources over this period, Surtr has surpassed the 2,000 mark in Originium. If all else fails, he can still turn the tide by purchasing items.

She remembered that Bazett possessed the ability to fully recover even after death.

Similar methods are not uncommon in the Type-Moon universe.

If it's cheaper, two thousand raw stones would be enough.

However, this can only be considered a last resort; some prior preparations are still necessary beforehand.

"Medea, do you know any magic tricks to increase your luck?"

When it comes to Lancer, nothing is more important than this attribute.

"Yes, it will, but I don't think the enhancement will be very effective on the master, and it will only last for a few minutes."

This type of magic has its limits; for someone like Surtr, who is already nearly fully equipped, the effect of enhancement is very weak.

Given her master's luck, she figured she'd probably only get to see the visual effects.

"It's okay, at least it's some psychological comfort."

Surtr herself didn't really intend to rely on luck, but whether or not it works, it's always good to have a little bit of luck involved.

"Ok."

Medea nodded, summoned her staff, and chanted an obscure incantation.

"Luck boost."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light blue light fell from above Surtr's head. Surtr felt nothing.

But her luck stat must have increased, probably.

She felt she should be promoted.

"That's it then. Where are they?"

"We've arrived."

Just as the two were talking, two figures, one in red and one in blue, stepped into the mountain gate.

It seems the two of them came prepared.

Surtr's purplish-blue pupils swept over Lancer.

As a Master, she has the right to see through a Servant's stats. Although she doesn't quite remember Lancer's original stats, they were probably not like they are now, with every stat except for Magic Power and Luck reaching A-rank.

Agility even reached A+, is this a result of Spirit Origin Ascension? Or is it due to runes?

And there's Bazett standing next to him.

Just by looking at their stance, you can tell that the opponent is a warrior who has been through countless trials. But physical strength alone is not enough to defeat a Servant. The most important thing is the Noble Phantasm they are wielding.

Sword against the light.

A treasure that reverses cause and effect, allowing one to arrive first despite being late.

It is automatically triggered after the opponent plays their ace, and can reverse time to pierce the opponent's heart before the opponent plays their ace.

The cylindrical backpack the other person was carrying on their back probably contained the Reverse Light Sword.

Judging by the size, it seems like there's more than one shot.

This is a rather disadvantageous opponent for Servants who rely on Noble Phantasms.

If the Riders' group encountered these two guys, they'd probably have no choice but to run.

He simply couldn't win in close combat.

Furthermore, the definition of "ace" is quite ambiguous, and it does not specifically refer to a Noble Phantasm.

If you're unlucky, triggering it with a normal attack isn't impossible.

He is a very troublesome opponent.

If Surtr were facing two people at the same time, she would have no choice but to run away. Fortunately, she had Medea by her side.

Speaking of which, she didn't get to see Bazett. It seems like the Mage's Association's mission was for him to participate in the Holy Grail War.

As Surtr was thinking this, Medea fired a shot at Lancer's head first.

Lancer, caught off guard, stepped to the side, easily dodging the sudden attack, and looked at the two people in the courtyard.

"How exciting! Are you so eager to start the fight?"

He casually uttered terrifying words.

"Tsk."

Surtr heard Medea click her tongue, and it seemed she disliked Lancer quite a bit.

Rather, it seems that she has never seen the other party show any liking for any Servant so far.

Medea is really difficult to get along with.

"Isn't this what you came for? Why don't you just get straight to the point?"

Surtr drew Levantine, held it in one hand, and plunged the tip of the sword into the ground.

Even if they're fishing together peacefully in the morning, they immediately turn into fierce rivals at night.

Both sides are well aware of this, and there is absolutely no need for any further dialogue.

"Ha, you're right."

Lancer laughed.

"However, I don't mind having a chat before the battle, after all, he is a rare opponent."

"Really? But the only thing we have in common is what happened this morning, right? Did you actually catch a big one afterwards?"

Surtr extended a warm greeting.

"...Of course, that was a formidable creature; it almost snapped the fishing rod in two."

After a moment of silence, Lancer gave Surtr a smile that looked like a cry, and somehow, she felt that his aura had become even stronger.

And why was Bazett looking at the other person with pity?

"I was slightly outmatched by you this morning, but I'm sure I'll win tonight."

Lancer seemed to have suddenly lost interest in chatting and adopted a stance towards Surtr.

"Let me settle the score I owe you this morning, and the score I owed you when we first met!"

"You even emphasized it, so it seems you care a lot about what happened this morning."

"...Go to hell!"

With a curse, Lancer transformed into a blur and charged towards Surtr under the cover of night!

The tip of the red spear reached Surtr's head almost instantly.

fast.

This speed completely surpassed that of their first meeting. This guy showed no intention of testing them; he went all out from the start.

With the smallest possible amplitude.

Surtr turned his head to the side, his spear piercing through the gale, narrowly missing his cheek, and heading for the back of his head, creating a loud bang near his ear.

A slightly sinister smile approached, and Surtr leaned back, dodging the successive sweeping attacks. He pushed off the ground with both legs, glancing backward as if flying close to the earth.

His gaze fell on Lancer in front of him, while simultaneously sweeping over Bazett behind him.

The other person tried to step forward, but Medea stopped him.

Bazette's opponent was Medea.

She had already told her all the information about Bazette beforehand, so there shouldn't be any problems.

If you don't know the range of the Reverse Light Sword's lock-on, it's better to move the battlefield further away as a precaution.

With that thought in mind, Surtr led Lancer toward the back of the mountain.

FSN: Chapter 42 - Time to Test Your Skills

"Does Lancer really not care at all about whether his Master lives or dies?"

Bazett seemed to be complaining about his teammates who acted without permission.

How could there be a Servant who would leave their Master alone in enemy territory while they go off to fight the enemy to their heart's content?

There's another Servant of the other side here.

They really aren't afraid of her being killed.

At this moment, besides Bazette, only Medea remained in the same spot.

Through her Master privileges, Bazett could see the opponent's weak attributes. Although she was a Servant, mages were not a class adept at direct combat, and as an Executor specializing in mages, she didn't believe she would lose to her opponent in a one-on-one fight.

To be honest, she actually preferred to team up with Lancer to fight Surtr, as that would be the easiest way to win.

However, things rarely go that smoothly.

Silently clenching his fists, Bazett assumed a fighting stance, aiming his attention at Medea.

Unlike Lancer, she doesn't enjoy chatting with people before a battle; efficiently solving problems is her style.

The runes-engraved gauntlets glowed, and like the wind, Bazett lunged at Medea.

"Savage fellow."

Medea, who had been watching her opponent's movements closely, was astonished. Her robes billowed up, forming wings on her sides, and she gracefully flew into the air before her opponent's fist arrived.

"What gave you the confidence to defeat Caster in positional warfare?"