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

This time, he didn't scold Tokiomi for ruining his mood. Instead, the Vimana twisted in the air and flew towards the Cathedral Church...

At the same time, in the residential area, Iskandar breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the world finally quiet down and only petals fluttered in the air.

"So what? Master, we won!"

"I told you there's nothing to be afraid of." Lanice also said, standing behind Weber.

"...Yes, I...we survived..." Only after watching the most terrifying spaceship in the sky leave did Weber dare to sit on the ground.

The dawn was gradually rising in the sky, which seemed to indicate that the nightmare night was finally coming to an end.

"Let's go." Lanise said suddenly.

"Where?"

"I'll give you a new base," Lanis said. "Don't let us get exposed again this time."

"I got it……"

They walked out of the room together and headed towards the sky under the rising sun, leaving only Kenneth still unconscious in the house.

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Gilgamesh had no interest in the Cathedral Church, so only Tōsaka Tokiomi returned to the church.

As soon as he entered the room, Tokiomi's heart sank.

Originally, several Red Team Masters were waiting here, but now, there was no one in the huge church, not even the old priest Kotomine Risei was there.

The feeling of being deserted by everyone after the defeat surged in his heart, and Tokiomi sat down dejectedly on the bench in the church.

Is this Holy Grail War... doomed to fail?

"Wow..."

The sound of silver rings colliding was heard, and Tokiomi saw flower petals floating out from behind him.

"Archer's Master? You look unhappy."

Tokiomi turned around and saw the smiling Meili, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart.

Is this guy here to laugh at me?

"You look like you're about to give up on your life," Mary said sarcastically.

“…The Holy Grail War has been the long-cherished wish of our Tōsaka family for generations, but I’ve ruined it like this…” Since it was already the worst possible situation, Tokiomi simply took the opportunity to complain.

"Is it that bad? We still have nearly half of our staff." said Mary.

Tokiomi raised his head and looked at her in confusion.

Seeing Tokiomi's interest, Meili took the opportunity to say, "Just like when Emiya Kiritsugu bombed El-Melloi's hotel, maybe the Black side isn't a monolithic force either, you know?"

"what do you mean……"

"The groups are determined by the Holy Grail, but we humans are free to choose." Merry said, relaying the Master's words, trying her best to deceive the people in front of her. "Perhaps we can also get the help of the Black Team to deal with our common enemy?"

"Common enemy..." Tokiomi frowned.

"There happens to be one on the other side, right? A troublemaker who doesn't obey the team system and prefers to work alone." Meili said with a smile, "Let's try to form an alliance and kill Oda Nobunaga together."

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The task of tricking Tokiomi into attacking him was entirely handed over to Merry. After settling Irisviel, Bree returned to the host's home first.

Although on the surface the King of Conquerors is the MVP and Bree and his clones are the winners without any effort, it must be said that without the help of Bree's clones, the King of Conquerors alone would not be able to withstand this offensive.

However, after this incident, Bree also felt a little more at peace with herself.

For example, if the clones appear at the same time, if it is a normal daily communication, even if all the clones of Buli appear at the same time, as long as the rhythm is found, there is no problem.

But once you enter a battle, which is a rapidly changing situation that requires concentration, you can't be so casual.

This time, Bree probably found out the truth. He could control up to three clones at the same time to deal with different battles in three different battlefields, and it was still a bit difficult. If there were more, it would be obviously dizzying.

Bree knew that his mental strength was constantly improving, but fighting came first, and he felt that he had to practice mental strength on a daily basis.

However, it is too difficult to simulate each clone to perform completely different behaviors, which requires a high level of concentration. You can't just pick fights with people from time to time.

"..."

Bree suddenly raised her head and looked at the big bed in her house.

He suddenly thought of a way to do it that would take up very little space.

But...is this really okay? I just vowed to stop doing this not too long ago!

Bree clenched her fists and looked at her bed, her heart full of reluctance.

The morality in my heart is overwhelmed by the sense of responsibility for the future.

There's no other way. We all want to become stronger. If I give up today because of this hurdle in my heart, what will I do if I encounter a situation in the future that my three clones can't handle?

Everything is for the sake of preparing for a rainy day!

Bree smiled a sad smile at the purity of her heart and summoned a group of clones.

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PS: (14/29)

124. Gillette's Dipped Beans

Although the purpose was to train the clones to fight, Bree deliberately pretended that she had not thought of the method of fighting directly against herself, and walked happily to the bed with her clones.

Having said that, this was an activity for training purposes after all, so Bree couldn't just do whatever he wanted as before. He assigned different tasks to each clone.

For aesthetic reasons, he did not arrange for an overly loli avatar, such as Lanis.

Everything has to be done slowly, starting with mastering the four parallel perspectives. Already sitting on the bed waiting are Kama, Tamamonomae, Nightingale, and finally himself.

Four or five people are the most popular configurations for service games, which reminds Bu that before he traveled through time, he played a five-player MOBA game all night long.

To be honest, playing in a four-person team with his clones in an Internet cafe would be more in line with Bree's training needs, but Japan in the 1990s didn't even have CS, let alone Internet cafes.

However, this did not prevent Bree from organizing a four-player game trip.

Although Bree majored in accounting in college in his previous life, it did not prevent him from having a pure heart for game planning. For example, next, he was going to design a cooperative game with the purpose of liberating cannons.

In order to achieve the training effect, everyone has to have a job and their own tasks, just like a MOBA without any pitfalls. Bree will play the role of a weapon in this game. Such a high requirement makes him feel troubled, and he feels the lack of relevant knowledge.

Fortunately, as an excellent game planner, he is full of creative enthusiasm based on the knowledge he has learned.

Each heroic spirit has his or her own abilities, and perhaps creativity could be added to the subsequent teamwork. Bree lay down in Tamamonomae's furry tail, reached out his hand, and touched that face.

This is an extremely difficult teamwork. Except for Bree who serves as a weapon, the three collaborators are all players participating in the game.

As the goddess of love, Kama is best at arousing people's desires. She is responsible for adjusting the parameters of weapons and relying on her many buff abilities to improve the overall capabilities of weapons and fighting spirit.

And Tamamonomae is like a silent glue, she has extremely powerful and rare tools that can lubricate the parts between weapons and scientists.

However, there was a mole among the three collaborators who were supposed to work together. Nightingale was an excellent engineer. Whenever Bree's will to seal the weapon was about to rust, she would use her ability to make the fort stand up again.

After all, four perspectives are being trained at the same time. Bree can no longer just lie back and enjoy himself like before. He also needs to participate in the battle, resist, and insert his holy sword into those evil collaborators.

Just as Bree acts as a cannon, the party that fires the cannon can also act as a cannon.

This was a very difficult thing. Four bodies shared one consciousness, but were divided into two factions, fighting for the initiative. Bree felt her brain was burning, not only because of some kind of fire, but also because of the extreme level of her concentration.

Dazzled was Bree's most exaggerated feeling. In the past, when holding similar activities to enhance the relationship with the clones, in order to reduce the sense of shame, Bree would let one or both of them close their eyes, but this time, for the sake of splitting, he had to keep all his vision open.

The inescapable shame makes the heart beat violently, but it also gives people a different kind of excitement.

The white bodies were entangled together, moving back and forth on the already messed up bed sheets. The originally large bed was inevitably a bit crowded with three people lying on it at the same time.

There are too many perspectives, but there are almost the same people in each perspective, and each clone cannot be idle. After a long time, the brain almost loses the ability to think, so that it is almost impossible to tell who is in each perspective.

Bree was so absorbed in the battle that she no longer even focused on her original body. Her clones ignored their factions and hugged and kissed everyone they saw with murderous intent.

The fragrance of oranges and roses filled the room at the same time. It was a duel that was detrimental to both sides. When Bree finally reached the limit of training and lay down on the bed exhausted, almost everyone was in a state of severe disability, and every body was almost exhausted.

Bree looked at the ceiling. He casually summoned Euryale, took out the wet wipes he had exchanged from the system, and cleaned the filth off each body one by one.

In fact, as long as they are put away, the clones will naturally return to their original clean, fragrant and soft forms when summoned next time, and even the damaged equipment will return to its original state. However, perhaps in pursuit of a sense of ritual, Bree took this step unnecessarily.

After wiping each clone, Bree would put her away, except for the last Tamamonomae. After finishing the real work, he would have sex with her for a while, which would help improve the role-playing level.

Bree used her second sister's bare hands to clean the battle debris on her weapon while staring at the ceiling in silence. After the comfort, endless emptiness filled her heart.

Bree, oh Bree, do you know what you have done? Why did you do this depravity when you could have just practiced combat?

Sage mode brings Bree's welcome melancholy.

Tamamonomae was still clothed, and he lay on the fox's plump chest, letting his virtuous wife's small hand stroke his head.

I can no longer make excuses for myself. Starting today, I will quit masturbating!

Bree took his second sister back. He turned around, buried his head in Tamamonomae's chest, and covered his body with his fluffy tail. He fell into a deep sleep to show his firm determination and willpower.

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The sun was shining brightly, and Artoria came to the rooftop of a residential building next to the church and saw her real master.

Kiritsugu sat on the railing of the rooftop, slowly nibbling on a sandwich with the wind at his back, while Maiya squatted on the ground, looking exhausted.

Artoria saw chains on the water tower that had been violently torn apart, which must be related to Kiritsugu.

"..." Kiritsugu Emiya glanced at Artoria and saw that she was dirty and had many wounds, but she didn't bring anyone else with her. His heart sank.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't rescue Irisviel... I don't know who took her away, but when I tried to stop her, Oda Nobunaga intervened." While failure was painful, blaming oneself was pointless. Artoria analyzed the current information to Emiya Kiritsugu. "I suspect she was Oda Nobunaga's master."

This is just one of the more likely inferences among many. After all, the attitude that Oda Nobunaga has shown so far is very unruly. Perhaps only her master can naturally cooperate with her.

125. To get it back

This is just one of many speculations. The one who took away Ai Li could also be another Heroic Spirit on the black side.

Kiritsugu didn't answer Altria, he jumped down from the fence.

It wasn't because of disappointment or anything else, he had always had this attitude towards Artoria. Rather, apart from the time he summoned her at the beginning, the Command Spell he cast last night was the only thing Kiritsugu said directly to Artoria.

Emiya Kiritsugu seemed to only regard Altria as a necessary tool for participating in the Holy Grail War.

"Master." Seeing Kiritsugu's back, Artoria tried to call him. "Although it has nothing to do with Irisviel's matter...it seems that the Master of Saber Black is also a Servant."

"..."

Kiritsugu couldn't help but stop, but he didn't stay there for long, he continued to move forward.

“Kiritsugu.” Maiya hurriedly walked behind him, “What should we do next?”

"Find Black Saber and take back Eri." Kiritsugu said, "The Lesser Holy Grail must be in our hands."

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Last night's battle was the most intense since the beginning of this Holy Grail War. Two servants fell one after another, and an expensive Japanese-style house was reduced to half ruins.

When the residents of this residential area woke up early in the morning, they found that the streets and alleys were covered with flower petals, just like the snow after winter.

The strange situation puzzled people until today's newspaper was delivered to them, telling them that a truck carrying flower petals had overturned nearby and there was a strong wind. Only then did they understand a little.

Although the number of petals is still too much and they are evenly delivered to every household, it seems strange when you think about it, but since the news says so, what can you do?

Elsewhere, Waver woke up in an abandoned warehouse. This was the third time Waver had moved since arriving in Fuyuki.

The thrilling experience last night made him unable to sleep well all morning. Now that he woke up, he felt groggy.

His bed was relatively clean, but the environment of this abandoned warehouse was so bad that he seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell in his nose all the time.

He scratched his messy hair and walked out of the warehouse. Outside the room was the sea. Iskandar stood on the shore, looking at the sea silently.

It was rare to see him so calm. Weber walked up behind him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"When this war is over, I can go back to my home, right?" Iskandar said, laughing. "Yes, there must be tall buildings there too."

"What..." Weber scratched his head. "Are you referring to the Balkans or the Middle East? Those two places are in dire straits right now."

The Balkans were the starting point of Alexander's conquests and the location of Macedonia, while Babylon, his final capital, was located in the Middle East.

"They are waiting for my return." Iskandar looked out at the sea, his heart filled with pride. "Master, will you accompany me for a walk?"

"...Lianis asked me to hide as much as possible..."

"Is this hiding place enough? At worst, the enemy will gather another coalition, and I will tear them apart again." Iskandar swung his sword at the sea, "Let's go to the city and buy some good wine!"