Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

"...We should have cooperated a long time ago." Irisviel glanced at Kenneth again and said.

“Very good…” Seeing so many people express their opinions, a sense of relief surged in Tokiomi’s heart.

Although it is not certain where Sakura was taken, as long as we can break through this stronghold and capture a team of Black Masters, it will definitely attract their attention.

Even if it's just for victory, it's the best development right now.

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With the sun in the center, Lannis paused while pouring tea. She put down the teapot and looked at Weber.

"How careless!"

"What's wrong?" Weber was still chewing on the bread. He almost choked when Lanise suddenly spoke to him in such a harsh tone.

"The Reds are about to attack us." Lanis stood up. "Prepare to evacuate... Never mind. It's hard to build another sophisticated magic workshop in such a short time. Let's prepare for the battle."

"Wait...what?" Weber stood up in surprise. He had not yet recovered from the shock of the news.

Lanise had already come to the window seat, she looked at the sunset in the distance through the glass.

The Holy Grail War will begin at night, which means there is still plenty of time to prepare.

"Why are you so flustered?"

Iskandar walked out of the room. He looked around at the two of them with a confident smile on his face. "The enemy is trying to conquer us, so we just have to kill them."

"What are you thinking about! They just formed a group! We have to face the entire red team!" Weber was scared.

What he is going to face next is an army of heroic spirits, and he doesn't even know which heroic spirits are on his side.

"I've sent a message. Everyone should be able to arrive, except for Lancer and Archer who are missing." Lanice replied.

She was very willing to compete with the entire red team here to test her ability to fight in a team.

Bree was not worried about failure. Not to mention that no matter which side won, he would not lose out as he would get the timeline reward. The red side alone was almost infiltrated by him.

And it's been almost four days, it's time to reduce the number of staff.

But Weber didn't know that, and cold sweat was pouring down his face like raindrops.

"Are you really not retreating? Just in case." Waver asked worriedly, "Even if we can hold on this time, there's no point in exposing our base, right?"

"I've already sent someone to arrange this, but... Weber." Lanis looked into Weber's eyes. "What are you doing in Fuyuki City?"

“…” Weber was stunned.

The sudden news of the approaching enemy almost frightened him to death, but Lanis's words reminded him of the humiliation of the past.

In the clock tower, he was publicly humiliated by the teacher.

And on the top floor, Oda Nobunaga ignored the general look.

"I came here... to participate in the Holy Grail War..." Waver lowered his head, as if to cheer himself up.

"Right? We came here to fight." Lannis leaned against the window. "This is a fair and honorable ceremony. But now, our enemies are willing to put aside their grudges and unite to attack us because they fear us. Should we surrender to someone we fear?"

These words are just to boost morale. It remains to be seen whether they are really afraid of us.

But these words were indeed effective. Iskandar laughed heartily. "Well said! Little girl, let us, with this one battle, deeply root the fear in the hearts of those cowards."

"...I know, but we should at least prepare a retreat plan beforehand," Weber sighed.

"So, I have already sent someone to make arrangements." Lanise looked out the window again.

Even if it's dark, the Red Team probably won't take action immediately. At least they'll have to wait until everyone is quiet.

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PS: (11/29) Good luck to everyone in taking the college entrance exam!

113. Let the war begin!

As night falls, it seems to have opened a prelude to something that does not exist.

The Japanese-style residence that Bree prepared for Weber was located in a relatively remote area, but it was still a complex of buildings. If a war was started rashly, it would inevitably attract the attention of the neighbors.

But this is not a problem at all for the Red Camp.

As the wind roared, the originally quiet night suddenly began to snow heavily. Or rather, it was petals.

In the sky, the petals followed the wind, floating across the street and sticking to the beams of every house.

The magician in white was holding a cane and walking slowly on the street. She was not worried at all that such a large scene would attract the attention of outsiders.

The heavy snow of petals floating in the world constructed a stable magic ritual, fully exerting the power of the nightmare. All those who were enveloped by the magic were pulled into the dream by Meili.

"It was a really filling meal." Mary pretended to stroke her flat belly.

Above her head, a golden throne, like an eagle, flew across the starry sky.

Gilgamesh sat on the throne, his face supported by one hand, looking at the heavy snow of petals on the street below, wondering what he was thinking.

This floating throne originated from the Vimana in India. Gilgamesh, who has the right to use all the treasures in the world, can use it naturally.

On the throne, besides him, there was another person standing respectfully beside him. It was the master, Tōsaka Tokiomi.

Tokiomi remembered that after Gilgamesh arrived at the church, he actually invited the caster's Master, whose name he had never heard of, to board the ship with him, which surprised him greatly.

However, the Master seemed frightened by the seriousness of the Holy Grail War. Not only did he refuse to go to the front line, he even asked to stay in the church.

Fortunately, Caster is a sensible person who is willing to join the war and take the initiative to solve the most troublesome secret problems.

Although it is quite confusing that Archer took the initiative to invite others, the reason can be investigated later. What is important now is the Holy Grail War at hand.

Tokiomi looked at Gilgamesh and requested with great respect, "Great king, please use your mighty power to crush into pieces those villains who seek to oppose you."

"Hmph..." Gilgamesh exhaled through his nose, "I will naturally take action when I feel like it."

After saying that, he looked at the houses on the ground. The magical aura flowing above them made him feel familiar.

Gilgamesh, whose memories have been awakened, can recognize that it is a magic barrier that imitates the one he built in the Uruk singularity to resist the monsters.

"...Interesting." Gilgamesh smiled.

On the ground, Mary waved her cane, and large petals condensed into a ball, smashing towards the houses like a cannonball, and were then scattered by the barrier that suddenly appeared.

Tokiomi showed a shocked expression: "What an advanced defensive technique!"

He had indeed never seen it before. The amount of magical power needed to maintain the barrier alone was an astronomical figure that was unimaginable in this Dharma-Ending Age.

Gilgamesh, however, showed a disdainful expression: "Rough, but just Faker."

As the words fell, several ripples lit up above the Vimana.

Hooked halberds, swords, and spears emerged from the ripples, and Tōsaka Tokiomi shuddered beside him.

Such abundant magical power, according to the standards of Noble Phantasms, it must be close to A-level... Is Archer finally serious?

"bump!"

With a burst of air explosion, the treasure shot out, but it did not hit the barrier directly, but attacked the four corners respectively.

"Ping!"

Like shattered glass, the barrier shattered.

Everything flows smoothly, as naturally as turning on a light by pressing a switch.

Tokiomi admired him from the bottom of his heart, and he felt at ease knowing that such a powerful Servant was at his disposal.

"This defense has two flaws," Gilgamesh suddenly said. "First, the area covered is too small. The nodes maintaining the barrier are easy to find."

Tokiomi tilted his head in confusion, not knowing what Gilgamesh's intention was in suddenly analyzing him, but he still listened attentively.

"Secondly, the defensive power of this type of barrier lies in the amount of mana it consumes. If my Noble Phantasm were to strike it directly, the mana required to maintain it would be quickly drained." Gilgamesh fiddled with the flowerpot adorning the throne's handle. "Not everyone possesses my nearly limitless mana. Using this type of barrier, knowing your opponent possesses powerful offensive capabilities, is a mere waste of mana."

Tokiomi was even more confused. These words were really just comments, as if he was teaching others, but he didn't build the barrier himself... It really made the listeners confused.

Tokiomi did not insist on understanding the formal logic of people who lived five thousand years ago. It didn't matter if he didn't understand it. At least this bluffing barrier was opened.

He raised his right arm, which was already equipped with a pre-set communication.

"The enemy workshop's defense has been broken, it's time to attack..." He paused as he finished speaking, realizing that he was directing his teammates' actions in front of Gilgamesh.

Given Gilgamesh's character, he wouldn't consider this behavior as an act of usurpation, right?

Tokiomi glanced at Gilgamesh, thinking of soothing words.

Gilgamesh seemed not to notice. He held up his face and looked at the white lights that were lit up in the houses with comfort, like an audience waiting for the start of an opera.

Tokiomi breathed a sigh of relief. He already had a deep understanding of Gilgamesh's mood swings.

Inside the residential building, Weber almost lost the courage he had finally mustered as he watched the barrier that had seemed invincible just a moment ago shatter in an instant.

"You should go hide in the basement. If they are of high quality, they won't make things difficult for a Master without Servants." Seeing that Weber seemed to be retreating again, Lannis said as if giving up.

"No, I want to fight alongside Rider..." Feeling looked down upon, Weber said immediately.

"Hahaha, this is the master I am." Iskandar laughed proudly.

"...Okay." Lanis nodded.

If you think about it carefully, letting Weber act alone might not be as safe as standing on the front line with Rider. He might be targeted by the likes of Kiritsugu Emiya or Hassan the Hundred Faces.

Bree no longer had to focus on protecting him.

"Click."

The coffee table was suddenly lifted up, and Mordred stood up. She looked at Lanise.

"Come on?" Lanis raised a fist.

Earlier in the market, Lannis used a command seal to order Mordred not to attack Saber. Even though the only audience here was Webber, Bree continued to act according to her own setting.

When it comes to acting, the most important thing is a sense of belief. Only in this way can you avoid being out of place when you are really acting awkwardly.

After seeing Lannis agree, Mordred immediately cracked the floor and flew out of the room like a gust of wind.

114. Out

Originally, according to Tohsaka Tokiomi's plan, Artoria and Diarmuid were to sneak in after breaking the barrier and launch a sneak attack.

Perhaps in a knight duel, a sneak attack is a shameful act, but now that the number of people has increased, the nature of the battle has escalated from a duel to a war.

War and duel are not the same game, so naturally they cannot be faced with the same attitude.

Based on the current intelligence, they speculated that there was at least one servant in the house, but they did not dare to be too arrogant.

But Artoria took the initiative to ask Diarmuid to act separately and sneak in from different locations.

Simply because, after all, there was something she wanted to accomplish by herself.

There was someone she had to personally execute in a duel.

“Arthur!!!”

A high-pitched voice rang out, and a figure jumped out from the house. She raised the heavy sword high and smashed it down on Artoria's head.

Artoria immediately raised the weapon wrapped in the Wind King's barrier in her hand and held it horizontally above her head.

The two treasures collided, stirring up wind like a wave, and the Wind King's barrier shook, raising a cloud of sand.

Altria's heart sank.

What's going on? Compared to previous encounters, Mordred is much stronger.

Can the Heroic Spirit still grow?

"null!"

Artoria also gave up the stalemate and took a few steps back, while Mordred, who had lost his footing, fell to the ground.

"Ahhhhh!" Mordred continued to attack. She rushed towards Artoria, swinging her sword again and again, pouring out her anger on her father.

Each blow was powerful and the speed was completely different from when they first met.

Altria retreated again and again until she reached the wall.

"I don't want to tolerate your nonsense anymore." Artoria gripped the hilt of the sword in the lake tightly.

Mordred's heavy sword came down again, but this time, Artoria's hands raised a strong wind first.

"Hammer of the Wind King."