Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

As for why you know this?

The class that becomes the vessel for the Heroic Spirits is usually not selectable at all.

However, there are exceptions.

The Assassin and Berserker classes, due to their special properties, can be summoned at will through chanting or prior preparation.

Therefore, Assassin and Berserker can be summoned by using special spells.

As for why Tōsaka Tokiomi's spell in the Fourth World War contained the words "My ancestor and my teacher Shubaiin Aogu".

In fact, the basic meaning is "I am of noble blood and powerful, powerful servants come quickly."

It is used to show off one's background and dissuade weak servants from leaving the party. Of course, it is hard to say how useful it is.

The screen continued to play.

All in all, at this moment, Jesta had endless doubts in his mind.

According to the information he had read before, Assassin's servants should all be from that sect...

"I heard he should be wearing a white skull mask..."

Named Assassin Heroic Spirits, they all wear black robes and skull masks that hide their faces.

This was the information obtained during the two previous Holy Grail Wars.

However, the woman in black before him not only did not wear a white mask, but her true face was even exposed so that her true face could be seen through her pitch-black robes.

The magician was also a little surprised...

I was just about to say something.

The next second, the woman in black slowly raised her head, and the figure of Jesta was reflected in her eyes.

"I ask you……"

As these words were spoken, a sense of intimidation emanated from the woman.

Those eyes were extremely clear, and seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

This made Testa Cato let out a soft "oh".

"Are you... the magician who summoned me... in order to obtain the Holy Grail... beggar?"

99. The Holy Grail War where everyone is a [God]!

At this moment.

The heroic spirits and magicians from all worlds were also watching everything on the screen with great curiosity.

In the world of Chaldea.

"It seems this must be the Assassin in this Holy Grail War...but it doesn't seem to have any connection with that sect?"

Romani Aqiman said with some curiosity.

As investigated by Testa Catore.

But that wasn't on the screen.

"Which hero will it be?"

Romani Achiman was extremely curious.

At this moment, a steady stream of comments are constantly appearing on the screen.

Hassan the Hundred: This is...!!! Am I seeing things right? That guy was summoned too?!

[Quiet Hassan: ...I never thought that girl would be summoned!!! This girl is definitely the most terrifying one among our Hassans! If it's her, then this Holy Grail War will be very interesting!]

Gilgamesh: Hahahahahahaha, just a random cultivator, nothing to be feared!

Olga Marie: The most terrifying... Assassin

【…】

In the world of the Fifth Holy Grail War, Hassan of the Cursed Arms looked at the scene on the screen, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Naturally, he recognized who the guy on the screen was.

Fanatic...

He is a more powerful existence than all the other Haha-sans except the first generation!

She is a member of the Hassan sect and a girl whose faith is more devout than anyone else in the sect.

He was extremely gifted. At a young age, he used his understanding to learn seven out of ten of the unique skills that the other eighteen Hassans relied on for survival, making him an all-rounder.

Or perhaps it was precisely because of Fanatic's extremely strong learning talent that the elders of the Hassan sect felt fear and jealousy.

For this reason, he was eliminated on the grounds of lack of originality and insufficient faith, and was unable to become the highest honor of the Hassan Order, "Old Man of the Mountain".

But this does not prevent that guy from being an extremely powerful existence among Hassan.

Fanatic has the ability to recreate the miracles of 18 past Hassans by freely transforming their bodies!

In other words, fighting this guy is like fighting 18 other Hassans...

Return to the screen.

"Are you... the magician who summoned me... in order to obtain the Holy Grail...?"

Following this question, Jesta finally felt relieved.

At the same time, he took a step forward with a confident expression, opened his arms and said to greet her.

"Yes, you're right. I am—"

The moment the words fell.

The woman in front of him suddenly erupted with terrifying magical power.

A buzzing sound.

Then the woman also uttered her own whisper

"...Delusional heart sounds!"

In an instant, time seemed to stop.

Next second.

Jesta only felt a pain, as if something was touching his chest.

So he couldn't help but lower his head.

What's going on?

Under everyone's shocked gaze, a red object stretched out to Jesta's chest, and that object grabbed something equally red!

And that object is undoubtedly Jesta's heart!

Plop.

Jesta was unable to raise his head, and his body fell to the floor.

Seeing this scene, the magicians around could no longer sit still.

"Varied……!"

They don't understand why the servant in front of them does this?

Obviously, that was... the Servant they summoned.

next second.

A powerful magical power once again emerged from the woman's body.

Then, a third red arm suddenly appeared behind her, stretching out in a straight line towards the master magus. Just when she was about to say that the hand would touch the other person's chest in an instant -

Unbelievably, a heart appeared in the red hand and was crushed to pieces.

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't believe their eyes.

The other magicians also took action quickly.

"You—you bastard!"

"What did you do to Master Jesta?"

"Aren't you a Servant?"

A look of fear appeared on every magician's face.

At the same time, he began to gather and activate his own magic circuits.

In an instant, the entire basement was filled with terrifying magical power.

The woman in black looked at them expressionlessly.

Just said it indifferently.

"The God we are waiting for... does not possess the Holy Grail..."

Along with these words, it just fell.

Behind her, a magician is ready to make a move.

Holding a magic gift in his hand, he jumped silently.

At the same time, he swung the blade in his hand.

He planned to stab the magic weapon into the woman's back.

However, the woman is a heroic spirit after all.

All of this could not escape her eyes.

With a crunch, followed by this strange wet sound.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, the woman's shoulders immediately deformed and twisted.

The left hand, which reached behind the man at an unusual angle, gently stroked his head.

"...Imagination Computer."

The moment the words fell.

The man's head was like a bomb, and his body exploded violently, followed by flames scattering everywhere.

The sound of impact and the flash of light made the magus's disciples cower in fear.

There is no doubt that this Servant is an existence that they will never be able to deal with in their entire lives.

Looking at all this, there was no ripple in the woman's eyes.

Although she felt pity for all this, she had no intention of letting them go.

"...Dream Marrow Fluid."

The cold and indifferent tone echoed, like the voice of the god of death.

The scene changed, and the entire screen and the entire basement were filled with silence.

Everything seems unreal.

But around the woman in black, the corpses of several magicians were quietly and silently indicating that all this was not a dream.

Those magicians who were planning to release their own magic power, for some unknown reason, burned their own bodies and fell silently to the ground.

What exactly happened...all the audience couldn't understand.

Probably only the mysterious servant in black knows all this.

Looking at all this, there was no expression on the face of the woman in black.

Just said it indifferently.

"We must eliminate...heretical magicians..."

But as soon as these words fell.

Her form transformed into a spirit, taking on a state no one could possibly imagine: she had no clue what was going on, yet she ran through the night with a clear goal in mind.

All the audience watching this scene couldn't help but swallow their saliva.