Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

A graceful figure emerged from the darkness, gazing at the altar covered in runes that pulsated like a heartbeat, a pleased smile playing on her lips.

Enjoy this final celebration...

Chapter 190 Young man, what kind of car are you driving? (4.3k)

Fuyuki City, Mount Enzo.

As is widely known, the Holy Grail War is conducted in secret.

However, at 2 p.m., on the winding mountain road, groups of cat fairies wearing safety helmets and work clothes walked along the roadside, carrying ladders, toolboxes and other construction materials, chanting funny rhythms.

At each designated location, the cats would stop and, with a series of clanging and banging sounds, skillfully place construction signs, erect guardrails, repaint the track, and hang banners.

At this time, there were still pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the road.

Strangely, they seemed oblivious to the bizarre scene, calmly continuing to walk and drive as if it were commonplace, following the directions of the cat traffic safety officers waving their arms and flags, driving off the track to make room for the upcoming Holy Grail Race.

At the start of the race on the winding mountain road, the stands on the mountainside were already packed with cats chattering and arguing.

The Heroic Spirits and Masters had already arrived.

Wearing a fiery red racing suit and sunglasses, Rin Tohsaka glanced at the orderly cars driving away on the winding mountain road, quietly approached Samael, poked the ancient snake in the ribs, and asked curiously.

"Hey, have they all been subjected to group suggestion? How did they manage to do that on such a large scale?"

The human mind is bizarre and varied, and the strength of willpower differs from person to person. At the same time, issuing similar instructions to pedestrians scattered throughout the mountain road is extremely difficult.

Samael looked at the stadium, which was being set up step by step, and smiled mysteriously. His gaze, which fell on a certain spot, was meaningful.

"To be precise, it's not about psychological suggestion, but about adding new common sense to them..."

Following Samael's gaze, Rin Tohsaka couldn't help but glance at the stands and the winding mountain road a few more times, her eyes thoughtful.

Could it be because of...them?

Although some breakthroughs have been found, the scattered clues still cannot be pieced together into a clear answer.

Rin Tohsaka, who was not good at thinking and using her brain, scratched her head repeatedly, but still couldn't figure it out.

But driven by intense curiosity, this goddess, who was quite gossipy at heart, couldn't resist moving closer to Samael. She raised her fair, slender arm, skillfully hooked it around the ancient snake's neck, and whispered in the ear of her former nemesis.

"Samael, tell me honestly, what exactly are you up to behind the scenes?"

"No, this is a secret that can't be told."

"Tell me, tell me..."

"Dah!"

Samael crossed his arms over his chest, decisively shook his head in refusal, and looked mysterious.

However, this not only failed to deter Rin Tohsaka from standing nearby, but instead aroused the goddess's even stronger curiosity.

Immediately after a moment's thought, Rin Tohsaka's eyes darted around, a strong hint of mockery and wickedness appearing in her ruby ​​eyes. Then, she hooked her hands around Samael's head, and with a rough, labored breathing sound, she spoke softly.

"what about now?"

Suddenly, a scalding stream of air rushed into his ear canal, and the tingling, itchy sensation made the unsuspecting Samael shiver.

Hehe, no matter how cunning you are, you still have to submit to the charm of this goddess.

"cough!"

Just as Rin Tohsaka was getting more and more into the game, feeling smug about regaining her charm, a loud cough suddenly came from beside her, trying to interrupt the goddess's mischievous fun of secretly teasing her own shepherd king.

"Shut up, can't you see I'm busy?"

With her mood ruined, Rin Tohsaka waved her hand and couldn't help but hum and mutter under her breath.

However, before Rin Tohsaka could regain her composure and continue playing the game, an even more intense cough followed.

"Cough! Cough!"

"Your place..."

Disturbed again, the goddess couldn't help but glare and turn around angrily.

However, in the instant she glanced to the side, a face with a sexy mustache and a livid expression came into view. The goddess, who had been so fierce, suddenly became like a mouse encountering a cat. Her whole body stiffened like wood, and her facial muscles twitched violently as she forced out a smile that was more like crying.

"If...if there's nothing else...I...I'll be going now!"

After stammering out her words, Rin Tohsaka turned and ran as if her life depended on it, fleeing the scene of the crime with lightning speed.

Be elegant, be elegant...

Seeing the enemy Archer flee in disarray, Tokiomi Tohsaka, whose forehead veins were throbbing, kept reciting his family motto in his mind and took several deep breaths before finally calming his chaotic emotions. He then looked at his own Servant with a gloomy expression.

"I did not say anything!"

Samael stood there, spreading his hands, his face full of innocence, and made a solemn promise.

"That's good……"

Tokiomi Tohsaka hummed and nodded, then glanced at the blonde, red-eyed illegitimate daughter who was communicating with a Servant on the track, and gave her a brief instruction.

“Although Ereshkigal is also of the Tohsaka family bloodline, since she has joined this Holy Grail War, she is an enemy, and you should remain vigilant.”

"You mean, go for the kill? Don't worry, I'm good at that!"

Samael's expression turned serious, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Ahem, no need for that. We're just fighting for the Holy Grail. Now that it's turned into a bloodless war, and we don't have to kill anyone, winning is all that matters. Just don't hurt her."

Tokiomi Tohsaka coughed repeatedly before offering his advice.

"There's no need to relentlessly pursue an enemy who can't fight back. Be elegant, be elegant."

Samael's gaze met his mistress Yu Qian's shifty eyes and her seemingly flushed old face, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Tokiomi, you really aren't being honest.

It seems that being tsundere is a natural talent inherited by the Tohsaka family.

A moment later, the ancient serpent glanced at a figure peeking out from the track, a mischievous glint in its eyes, and spoke leisurely to its master.

"Oh, right, does that include the enemy Archer too?"

"No need for heroic spirits! Even a lion needs to go all out to hunt a rabbit. Now that you've stepped onto the field, you should be prepared to fight to the death!"

The elegant Tokiomi Tohsaka, with a dignified and righteous air.

"puff……"

Hearing this double standard, Samael almost burst out laughing, and even the way he secretly glanced at the goddess was tinged with pity and sympathy.

During the gathering of the Tohsaka family, Tokiomi Tohsaka learned of Ereshkigal's identity, but his obtuse nature and the misconceptions he had from previous Holy Grail Wars prevented him from realizing that the enemy Archer was actually his other beloved daughter.

Therefore, their attitude towards suppressing enemy heroic spirits can be described as ruthless.

Tsk tsk, as expected of a biological daughter, he doesn't hold back when beating her.

Enjoy the care from your father, Rin.

A cunning and treacherous snake, after teasing its master for a while, glanced at the time on the monitor above the track, slightly curbed its amusement, and started walking towards the starting platform of the race.

"There are 30 minutes left before the start of the race. As is customary, the race cars will be determined by a sacred and fair draw!"

On the stage, the white cat princess, holding a microphone, jumped onto the table, gesturing wildly and excitedly announcing the program and starting to warm up the audience.

Here we go again...

Having already gone through two rounds of competition, the participants had developed considerable resistance to this. Each group nodded indifferently and successively sent representatives to draw lots.

After a while, the dust settled.

Samael stared at the classic white and black "panda" car in front of him. The lower half and waistline were black, while the main body of the car was white. With its smooth waistline, the car looked very rounded. His lips twitched slightly.

Just as Gu She was feeling down, a burly figure approached from the side of the track, grabbed Samael by the neck with a hearty laugh, and asked him a question.

"Pretender, what kind of car do you have?"

"AE86..."

Samael answered instinctively, then glanced resentfully at his Master, who was always lucky, and muttered to himself.

Tokiomi, are you messing with me?

I'm not a tofu seller, what's the point of speeding up the mountain with this stuff?!

"Huh? Toyota? What a coincidence, Weber told me we're from the same brand."

At this moment, the outgoing Conqueror King next to him cheerfully introduced the car he had won in the lottery.

Samael glanced over, his face full of strangeness.

On the wide track, a tan Toyota pickup truck with a battle-damaged look came into view.

"Come and see, what do you think? Thick and durable, it's perfect for cruising on the highway."

The Conqueror King, standing to the side, patted the carport and proudly introduced his favorite vehicle.

"Uh...not bad,not bad...you're really lucky..."

Samael coughed slightly, offering a half-hearted agreement.

Just as the two people near the track were exchanging pleasantries, an indignant protest came from the side.

"Why? Why did I get this piece of junk?! It's a rip-off! There's definitely something fishy going on! I demand a refund!"

Rin Tohsaka, standing next door, raised her fist high, her words ringing out.

Behind her, a cute little red motorcycle was parked quietly.

This thing, if you use it to go out to buy groceries, you'll probably have to worry about the battery life.

"Protest denied! The selection by lottery was completely random and absolutely fair!"

Nekohime rejected Rin Tohsaka's request without hesitation. Her narrowed vertical pupils looked down at Rin Tohsaka below the stage, her small face revealing full of malice.

"If you are not satisfied with the result, you can withdraw from the competition."

"Trying to force me to forfeit? Dream on! Let's compete! You think you can get away with this?"

The pampered goddess, naturally unable to withstand this provocation, immediately agreed angrily, gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared for the competition, secretly vowing to teach these slackers who were manipulating things behind the scenes a lesson.

It seems our luck isn't too bad...

At this moment, Samael's gaze as he looked back at his Master softened considerably without him even realizing it.

"Saber, is this button used like this?"

"boom!"

However, with the sound of whispers coming from not far away, and the sight of a cylindrical object shooting up into the air with an orange-yellow tail flame, the ancient serpent's mood, which had just improved, soured again.

On the fourth track, a Formula One race car with a classic blue and white color scheme, a streamlined body, and a strong sense of technology emanated from the driver's seat, its headlights flashing and a pleasant electronic synthesized voice playing.

"The onboard satellite has been activated and is planning the best route for you..."

The highly intelligent Formula Asurada GSX features a super Cyber ​​System with learning capabilities, and is equipped with onboard satellites, a spear-hook front fender, flares, and a variable rear wing. It can also manually adjust the racing mode according to the track conditions...

With this high-tech gadget, Fuyuki, the racing god, could probably outrun even a supercar, let alone an 86.

It’s totally unreasonable!

Samael stared at Irisviel, who was excitedly familiarizing herself with her car in the driver's seat, his face full of sullenness. His wistful gaze drifted toward the cat-like host on the stage.

He now seriously suspects that there is something fishy going on here.

These cat fairies, born from the Holy Grail system, are all die-hard fans of Irisviel.

"The competition is about to begin. All contestants, please proceed to the venue and prepare!"

As the Creator's sinister gaze fell upon her, Cat Princess instinctively shrank back and hurriedly changed the subject to the tense competition.

When the other two groups of contestants summoned their vehicles, Samael's mood became even more depressed.

The Lancer group's prize this time was a jet-black Land Cruiser motorcycle named "Fenrir Wolf," from the Final Fantasy VII series—a true product of cutting-edge technology.

Although both the lottery winner and the driver were Scáthach.

But seeing that woman dressed in a matching black motorcycle outfit, with her ample buttocks sticking out, sitting on a motorcycle bearing his older sister's name, Samael's emotions couldn't help but become somewhat complicated.

As for the Caster group, Solomon drew a classic DMC-12, a 2.8-liter V6 engine with a maximum power of less than 135 horsepower, paired with a 5-speed manual transmission, which didn't seem to have anything to boast about.

However, the wiring at the top, the densely packed instruments inside, and the iconic wing-shaped self-closing doors on both sides made Samael realize the true origin of this thing.