The White House, once ant to serve as the administrative heart of the United States, now stood adorned with statues that clearly didn't be
The White House, once ant to serve as the administrative heart of the United States, now stood adorned with statues that clearly didn't belong to this nation. In the middle of the plaza, an enormous dark purple spear was embedded deep into the ground.
Queen dbstood proudly in the plaza, basking in the deafening cheers of the Celtic warriors around her.
She waved with a warm smile, as if she were truly adored by countless followers.
Beside her stood a tall figure, wreathed in ominous black and crimson—Cú Chulainn.
"According to Fergus, those soldiers were all created by her using the Holy Grail. What's the point of being so thrilled over a bunch of puppets?"
Hiding within the "No Face May King" alongside Scáthach, Shiomi watched the scene from atop a nearby building, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"That's not quite right. Queen db is known as the 'Mother of Many Warriors.' While the warriors weren't born from her in the literal sense, she did extract their genetic data and replicate them within her body. If she so much as cuts her finger with a blade, the blood that hits the ground spreads rapidly, forming a blood pool from which the warriors erge."
Scáthach calmly shared more intel on db with Shiomi.
Now that she possessed the Holy Grail, db no longer had to worry about mana consumption and could generate an endless number of soldiers. She was, in every sense of the title, the queen and ruler of the naless Celtic warriors.
"I see," Shiomi murmured, his eyes half-lidded. "Besides db and Cú Chulainn, I can't sense any other Servants nearby. But those soldiers... they're a problem."
Just as he said that, a powerful explosion erupted roughly ten kiloters away, sending a towering column of smoke into the sky. Even from the plaza inside the White House, db could see it clearly.
"Huh? What? An explosion? An attack? Don't tell
those useless rebels have already made it this far?" db scowled in irritation.
With a casual wave of her hand, the soldiers who had just been cheering spun around in perfect unison and charged off toward the site of the explosion without hesitation.
With an explosion happening so close, db had every reason to believe a sizable enemy force had arrived, and she imdiately dispatched her available troops.
Truth be told, db found it odd. As far as she knew, the rebel forces were still locked in a stalemate in the south... Could it be a fast cavalry unit?
In reality, the explosion had been caused by a long-range spell Shiomi set up along her route—its sole purpose was to lure db's Celtic warriors away.
The goal was to isolate db and Cú Chulainn as much as possible.
Shiomi hadn't expected it to work so well. db had sent out all her guards without a second thought.
"Hey, db," Cú Chulainn said flatly.
"What is it, little Cú?"
db responded kindly, but a cold voice cut through the air.
"Reality Marble—'Eternal Orkney.'"
In an instant, the White House where db and Cú Chulainn stood transford into a frigid, snow-covered island.
Amid the howling wind and falling snow, two figures slowly stepped into view.
"Who are you?" db demanded.
Shiomi and Scáthach stepped forward slowly.
"A pseudo-Reality Marble... You created this Magecraft because you lack a strong enough inner landscape?" Scáthach sounded rather impressed.
"You could say that..." Shiomi was a little embarrassed to admit that the na had co from Morgan.
He had originally modeled it after a Reality Marble, creating a pseudo-version that could temporarily alter an area of several hundred square ters. It didn't isolate the area from the world—on the outside, it just appeared to be shrouded in heavy fog, making it impossible to enter or leave freely.
It was a large-scale Grand Magecraft, gradually developed based on Morgan's "Garden" Magecraft. Since the final result turned out like this, Morgan had given it its na.
"To think you'd actually walk straight into enemy territory... You really are dramatic, Master," Cú Chulainn said, looking at Scáthach with his usual cold and superior tone.
"I had to stop a certain fool who's lost all reason," Scáthach replied calmly.
"Oh? So that guy beside you is Chaldea's Master?" Cú Chulainn looked at Shiomi. "That's so impressive Rune Magecraft. Even I couldn't pull that off."
Scáthach pointed her spear at Cú Chulainn. "Be honored. He's my disciple—more brilliant and gifted than you. He ca with
today to settle so unfinished business."
"A new apprentice, huh? No wonder he's this good." Cú Chulainn bared his sharp teeth, a bloody glint flashing in his eyes.
db chuckled playfully. "Oh my~ I didn't think Scáthach would take on another apprentice~"
She gave Shiomi a seductive smile, her eyes roaming over him. "That body and face are just my type. And that perfectly balanced jealousy... It's delicious. Really, it's love at first sight~"
Shiomi said nothing.
db slowly stepped closer, producing a golden goblet of ad from who-knows-where and raised it toward Shiomi.
"Please, have a drink," she said with a sultry look.
"My Red ad," one of db's many Noble Phantasms. It was said to possess enchanting properties—normally, it would transform into a flowing torrent that would drown her enemies without them even realizing it.
Just a single sip, and any man would beco hers.
Now, with the Holy Grail's power enhancing it, simply offering the drink alongside her B-rank Charisma was enough to compel most n into accepting and drinking it willingly, unable to refuse.
Scáthach, recognizing it for what it was, moved to stop him—but Shiomi calmly walked toward db.
"My, up close he's even more tempting. You've got an incredible eye for disciples, Scáthach~" db teased, both playful and mocking.
"..."
This ti it was Scáthach who fell silent. As Shiomi reached out his hand, she even smiled—an expression db couldn't decipher.
As confusion crossed db's face, Cú Chulainn's magic spear ca thrusting down from above. Shiomi stepped back.
"Tch... too shallow," Shiomi said, turning the Erosion Blade in his hand and smiling coldly. "I was hoping I could finish you off right then."
Snapping back to her senses, db instinctively clutched her chest. Blood trickled through her fingers, staining her pale, flat abdon red.
The golden dagger had barely pierced her chest. If Cú Chulainn hadn't intervened in ti, her Spirit Core would've been destroyed.
"How... how could this..."
Even Fionn and Diarmuid couldn't resist the ad, yet this man not only refused to take it—he tried to use the mont to assassinate her.
A re human...
db seethed with fury.
"You'd best give up, db," Cú Chulainn said, tilting his head with a wicked grin as he eyed Shiomi. "This guy's just like the old . There's no way he'll ever belong to you."
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