Night, eastern Snowfield, lake area.
A huge villa with a bounded field stands here.
In the basent of the villa, several magi surround the summoning circle, and the surrounding area is filled with misty etheric fog.
The magi here have already completed the ritual summoning.
"Master is there?"
"That’s strange... I heard that the Assassin Heroic Spirits all wear white skull masks."
A blond man in a black suit walked to the front of the formula.
A look of confusion appeared on his face.
In the center of the ritual array, there was a slender woman wearing a black veil and a black robe.
"I ask you..."
The woman slowly raised her head, her eyes reflecting the figure of Jester.
Not a trace of emotion could be seen.
"Are you... the magus who summoned ... in order to obtain the Holy Grail...?"
Hearing the question posed by the Assassin-class Servant,
The man nad Jester also erased his confusion. He revealed a joyful smile, opening his arms wide in a wild gesture: "That’s right, I am you...!"
However, she didn’t notice the coldness in the Servant’s eyes.
There was no need to wait for him to finish speaking; the judgnt had been made.
"[Delusional Heartbeat (Zabaniyah)!]"
Accompanied by a faint, mosquito-like sound,
A dark purple light flashed across Jester’s chest.
"——Ah?"
Before Jester could react,
Sothing like tentacles stretched out from the woman’s black robe, and in an instant, it seized Jester’s heart.
Puchi——!!
The sound of blood splattering echoed in the basent.
The Master who summoned the Assassin fell to the ground, the blood flowing from his corpse gradually defiling and staining the floor.
The surrounding magus disciples were all shocked and enraged.
They shouted and rushed towards the Assassin.
"Our god... does not possess the Holy Grail..."
The woman coldly scanned her surroundings.
A wet sound rang out, and her shoulder twisted at an extrely abnormal angle, lunging towards the magi attacking from the air.
"Must eliminate... heretical magi..."
Anyone who craved the Holy Grail was her target.
Since she had just been summoned and had killed her Master, her magical energy could not be replenished.
She had to, within a limited ti,
Erase all those who craved the Holy Grail.
She was not only an Assassin but also a fanatic, painstakingly training until death to obtain a na.
Afterward, the magi in the basent were slaughtered.
The Assassin hurriedly left the place.
However, the Assassin was not aware of her Master’s true nature, nor did she know his identity as a Dead Apostle.
Among the walking corpses and the corpses of magi, he stood.
He laughed wildly, feeling this Holy Grail War.
The surrounding corpses and blood were all corroded by crimson poison, like a coating that was difficult to remove.
The Dead Apostle dyed the basent blood red.
Accompanied by cheerful footsteps, the laughter continued to echo.
On the other side, the summoning in the northern cave of Snowfield had been completed.
The Servant summoned was Gilgash.
This ti, he had just arrived and was already enjoying an amusing farce.
The magus who obtained the Command Spells and believed he had summoned the strongest Servant lost them in an instant.
Just like him searching for the herb of immortality once.
Although Gilgash had long since let go of that matter, seeing such a ridiculous thing happen again,
He would still watch with interest.
"Ah... ahhh! My hand! Who is it! Who broke in! Bastard! No... I have to get my Command Spells back...!"
The man’s Command Spells hadn’t even ward up.
As a result, they were severed by an attack from an unknown source, and a little girl in a white dress walked in from outside the cave.
Illuminated by the firelight, the girl’s healthy, tanned skin looked particularly pleasing to the eye. She stepped in here with the utmost respect.
She was the one who attacked the magus.
"Forgive my intrusion, even without waiting for the King’s judgnt... I have presumptuously punished the thief who stole the key to the treasury."
The girl picked up the magus’s hand with the Command Spells engraved on it and offered it to Gilgash in a kneeling posture.
However, rather than caring about the magus’s Command Spells,
His gaze was drawn to the golden key.
"Just for this key? Hmph, instead of summoning that bastard, you summoned ... How boring. To make this King see that bastard’s things as soon as I co out, this sin is not small."
Gilgash said unhappily,
But his jewel-like, scarlet snake eyes revealed joy, as if he had thought of interesting things from the past.
Whether it was an illusion or not,
The way he looked at the girl softened slightly.
However, the girl mistook the "bastard" Gilgash ntioned as the magus who summoned Gilgash.
After that, the developnt of the matter was not so strange.
The magus, who had staked everything, beca angry out of humiliation.
He had given everything to participate in the Holy Grail War and could not accept dying here like this.
That’s right, he would kill that little girl!
And take back the Command Spells!
Unfortunately, the girl had advantages far exceeding the magus. Her clan were natives of Snowfield.
The ley lines of this land were connected to her.
The power of ordinary magi could not be compared with her.
The man was reduced to ashes under the baptism of the flas gushing from the ley lines. Everything he desired dissipated here.
Whether it was the pursuit of magecraft or the prosperity of the family,
Not even a trace of foam remained.
He tragically beca the first Master to die in this Holy Grail War.
Life is fleeting and so fragile.
"I have shown you an unsightly scene."
Even after killing soone like this,
The girl was calm and composed, continuing to pay her respects to the King with a calm tone that did not match her age.
"I see, so you are the ones who have been governing this land while I was away?"
Gilgash was the King of Heroes who guided humanity.
As early as when he passed away, he had thought that successors would take over his territory.
He himself did not mind this.
However, he refused diocre people to trample on his garden.
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