Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

The blood is processed into hot tea, which is then served with dessert.

What kind of ceremony is this?

If it weren't for being terrified of the other party's performance, Ibiruai wouldn't be in such an awkward situation.

She was, after all, a famous "legendary" adventurer.

I've never felt so "wronged" before.

I thought it was lucky to encounter the Dragon Ball War, but now it seems I just picked up a "father" out of nowhere.

And it just so happens to be the kind of situation that I can't handle.

As fellow vampires, the other party has a higher purity than myself.

Although she also possessed charm magic to control humans, Lancer's ability to intimidate and command alien races simply through her aura and words was truly terrifying.

It was precisely because of her imposing and powerful demeanor that she was forced to seek help from someone even stronger.

In Ibiruai's mind, apart from demons like Yadabawo, only the pitch-black Momo has the power to intervene.

(It would be great if Lady Momo was also a participant)

(I haven't heard anything about him on any missions lately.)

The last time news of the "Black Momo" appeared was within the territory of the Bachs Empire.

His whereabouts are now completely unknown.

She shook her head, deciding not to think about those things for the time being. What she needed to do now was to get Lancer to dispel the red mist hovering over the capital.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a good thing if everyone in the city remained like that and never woke up.

Without food or water, people would die in a coma.

This red mist could easily turn the capital into a ghost town.

If it weren't for her unique status as a member of a different race, she probably would have found herself in the same predicament.

She went to the hotel's kitchen and rummaged through some food, finding some snacks that could be eaten hot.

"Well"

"Smack."

She placed the food on the table and could only watch helplessly as the other person ate as if nothing was wrong; she didn't even feel like speaking.

Lancer dared to do such a thing just because of the issue of bloodsucking. If he were to displease her again, who knows what terrifying consequences might follow.

Remilia (Lancer).

Strength: A

Durability: A++

Agility: A+

Magic: A++

Luck: EX

The panel values ​​were clearly visible. Although Ivyra didn't know where it ranked among other Servants, it was definitely not simple.

At least Lancer's speed of movement was completely invisible to the naked eye.

"Ah-huh-huh"

(Hmm? You've finished eating already? That's smaller than my appetite expected.)

Seeing that satisfied expression and the way he was about to get up, Ibiruai asked curiously.

At least two-thirds of the blood in the container was still left uneaten. At this rate of consumption, it probably wouldn't even kill a normal person; at most, it would make others think they would be anemic.

I only ate a portion of the snacks.

Her appetite is as large as her appearance.

Aside from his astonishing strength, he's no different from a child.

Ibiruai thought to herself, having jot down some useless information.

"Ok?"

"You seem to be thinking about something rude."

"No, there isn't."

Ibiruai shook her head violently, determined not to admit it.

"Well, it's been a long time since I've seen a vampire other than Fran."

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they didn't see any members of their own clan who were too old.

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Upon hearing this, Ibiruai noticed the name the other person mentioned.

Judging from the way he addressed her, his tone was quite friendly.

However, she had never heard of vampires named "Remilia" and "Flan" in this world.

It must have come from somewhere else.

For Ibiruai, who has lived for at least 250 years, this was indeed an unexpected encounter.

(Speaking of which, even though her class is Lancer, I've never seen her gun anywhere.)

With a hint of doubt, Ibiruai couldn't see any power in this small body.

However, judging from the high price tag, he doesn't seem to lack the skill to wield a long spear.

"Lead the way."

"what?"

Unable to understand what the other person meant, Ibiruai looked bewildered.

lead the way?

Where to go?

"Aren't you very familiar with this area?"

"So you should know some interesting and fun places, right?"

Although it was an inquiry, it confirmed her condition.

"Interesting places"

Realizing that Lancer wanted to go out and have fun, Evilue didn't know what to say.

Instead of doing those things, we should think about how to dispel that red mist.

correct

"You've made everyone in the city sick, so even if there are places to go for fun, we can't go anywhere."

"Is that right?"

The fact that the other person was half-floating in the air suggested that they believed her statement.

A moment later, Ibiruai noticed that those who had been lying on the ground were gradually regaining consciousness and standing up.

"Ok?"

"What am I?"

"What's happening in the sky?!"

The slightly puzzled voices kept coming from the street, followed by panicked shouts.

(Is it possible to maintain the red fog without affecting people?)

Evilue was stunned when she realized Lancer's abilities.

"Since you're capable of doing this, why not just undo it?"

"Could it be related to sunlight?"

The red mist blocked out the light, so much so that the capital city could only be illuminated by turning on the streetlights.

Recalling the other person's previous attitude when they wanted to sleep, she vaguely guessed what was going on.

"Well, it's just a little bit of aversion."

"So I simply chose to cover it up."

But Lancer's nonchalant answer convinced Evilue that the sun's existence had a significant impact on her.

Little did she know that this was merely a misunderstanding.

Remilia, as a vampire, is only slightly annoyed by sunlight.

He even has a record of only fainting after being struck by the Sun God.

It can be said that the common weaknesses of vampires are actually not applicable to her.

Needless to say, crosses, garlic, and the like are also out of the question.