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

Mordred instinctively took a half step back, then stopped immediately. She gritted her teeth and rushed forward with her sword raised.

Mordred's heavy sword slashed towards Lancelot's neck, but Lancelot bent down first and reached into the ground with his right hand as if digging into a pool of water.

A cold light flashed, and a dazzling long sword was pulled out from the ground. As Lancelot raised the sword, it collided with Modred's heavy sword, shaking her palm.

Mordred almost lost her balance and took a few steps back to create some distance.

Lancelot stood up, holding the only long sword in his hand, and his momentum suddenly increased.

“…” I didn’t have much contact with Lancelot in my past dreams, but I had heard a little about this knight’s weapons.

The Incorruptible Lake Light, the Holy Sword of the Lake, which was once as famous as the Sword of Promised Victory, lost its qualification as a Holy Sword because it killed a fellow Knight of the Round Table.

If Lancelot, a berserker, wants to use this magic sword, he must first seal his other treasures and use the weapon belonging to the knight in its complete form.

Mordred raised his sword, and the two men confronted each other, with sparks of lightning flashing in the air.

Coincidentally, the brilliant royal sword in her hand is also a magic sword.

"Ah——" Perhaps because his helmet was taken off, Lancelot's roar no longer had the metallic feel it had before, and he rushed towards Mordred.

The two men fought each other again. With the blessing of the Command Seal, Lancelot fell into a frenzy, roaring and slashing hard.

"ah!!!"

Mordred was so annoyed that she bared her teeth and roared, and the two magic swords fought at a high speed. She looked even crazier than Lancelot.

In the Einzbern castle, looking at the two of them joined together amidst the petals, Kiritsugu turned his gaze back to Tokiomi.

With so many Servants gathered together, if we could find a way to capture them all, or find their Masters...

Just as Kiritsugu was thinking, footsteps suddenly sounded from behind him. Both of them were startled and turned around to look.

She was a blonde girl wearing a formal dress, her cute face full of curiosity, and behind her followed a maid made entirely of liquid.

"What a small castle, whose is it?" She looked at Kiritsugu.

“…” Kiritsugu knew her, the master of the Black Saber Mordred, whom he only knew as Lanis.

Although they had never met formally, Maiya, who had been responsible for secretly following Airi, had sent him photos.

And most importantly, according to Saber, she is also a Servant.

Kiritsugu looked at Tokiomi, but saw a hint of doubt beneath his elegant expression.

It seems that he doesn't know that.

"We've met before, right?" Lanis tilted her head towards Tōsaka Tokiomi. "You were riding on a flying dragonfly, leading a group of people to destroy our base."

“…After all, we have a faction.” Tokiomi seemed to feel embarrassed as well, but it was buried under his demeanor.

"Speaking of which, I accepted Redcaster's advice and joined the alliance to fight a common enemy."

As she spoke, Lanis stretched her neck and looked at Lancelot who was fighting with Mordred on the battlefield: "He doesn't look like Oda Nobunaga."

“…It’s hard to explain. We’ll explain it to you later.” Tokiomi said, “It’s not a wasted trip. We do need to discuss the alliance later.”

"Well, it seems you are Tohsaka Tokiomi?" Lanis tilted her head. "I hope you are reliable."

“…” Kiritsugu took his hand out of his pocket, leaving the pistol inside.

The situation is different now. I can't figure out Lanis's thoughts. If she doesn't agree to kill Tokiomi here, it will be difficult for me to do it.

Realizing that Kiritsugu was looking at her, Laness met his gaze and blinked.

A sense of pressure welled up in his heart, and Kiritsugu felt as if he had been seen through.

Lanis looked away and slowly walked to the city wall. "Since we still have a meeting to discuss, shouldn't that be over by now?"

As she finished her words, the liquid maid behind her suddenly flipped over the wall and fell to the ground like a falling rock, splashing a piece of mercury like water.

The maid statue was originally just a small pool, but after it hit the ground, it was like corrosion, and the entire mercury expanded rapidly, as if a pond rose out of thin air on the ground.

The pond flooded the entire battlefield. Lancelot, who was originally moving to fight with Mordred, slowed down his movements. He realized that his feet, which were stepping on mercury, had sunk.

However, Modred was not restricted in her movements. She jumped to Lancelot and slashed at his waist. Lancelot immediately twisted his waist and barely blocked it with his sword.

Seen from the sky, the open space between the jungle and the castle was completely covered with mercury, looking white and reflective.

Thanks to many days of training with Sese, Bree is now more adept at handling his clones.

At least the experiment just now went smoothly. She could chat with Tokiomi Kiritsugu on one side and fight Lancelot on the other.

Up to now, from the time he got Lancelot from Kariya until now, Bree still didn't feel that he could arrange anything for him.

Perhaps being a prop in Mordred's performance was his final purpose.

On the other hand, Irisviel's heart transplant surgery should also be put on the agenda.

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PS: I’m going to sleep now. If there is no update before 10pm, there will be no update today.

145. Beheading

The dry earth turned into a sea, as if someone reached out a hand from under the liquid, pulled Lancelot into it, submerged him to his knees, and restricted his movements with sticky resistance.

However, to his enemy, the liquid only covered his ankles, as if something was supporting him from below.

Lancelot still had no intention of giving up. He tried hard to move his feet, advancing in the resistance of the liquid, to chop off the opponent's head.

The moon seemed to be pulled down, as if reflecting from the mercury lake, becoming larger and more dazzling. For Lancelot, the gravity suddenly increased by who knows how many times.

But for Modred, the liquid on the ground posed almost no hindrance to her movements. She came behind Lancelot and slashed at the back of his neck.

The knight still relied on his long-standing excellent technical reaction. He turned around and blocked the sword with the indestructible lake light.

However, there is more than one person fighting him here.

"Snapped!"

The sound of armor knocking was heard, and Lancelot stumbled forward. A bronze mirror hit him and returned to Tamamonomae's hand like a boomerang.

He fell forward into the swampy silver liquid, and hurriedly waved the weapon in his hand, trying to support himself on the ground.

However, there was only metaphysical liquid under my feet, and the undamaged lake light was inserted into the water, as if it was inserted into the sea, and I couldn't find any feeling to rely on.

Lancelot was forced to fall into the water on his knees, like a condemned man waiting to be executed, with only his shoulders above the water.

The reason why he didn't fall down was that he seemed to be deliberately supported by the liquid. The large amount of mercury under his feet seemed to have intelligence.

Beside him, Mordred stood, her stance in place, her weapon gripped tightly.

"..."

Lancelot turned his head and looked into Mordred's eyes. There was no more madness in his empty eyes, only a faint light of unknown emotion flashed across them.

Bree could not see any emotion in him, nor could she understand what Mordred should be feeling. His body was just flashing with ruthless red lightning, and the magic sword slashed down like a guillotine...

.

Feeling the rapid consumption of magic power come to an abrupt halt, and the sense of restraint of the contract between him and the Heroic Spirit gradually disappearing, Kotomine Kirei closed his eyes in relaxation.

Because of the high intensity consumption of his magic power, he now felt exhausted as if his whole body was rusty.

Even though I didn't get anything, an endless sense of satisfaction enveloped my chest.

My eyes were blurred with fatigue, and the sounds of leaves and wind around me gradually died down. In this quiet world, only my own heartbeat was noisy.

Even though he was so weak that he looked like he was dying, he felt that he was alive.

In the blurry world, a figure parted the bushes and walked in. Kotomine Kirei could only see a shadow.

He could no longer see clearly, because his tired brain could no longer support him and his consciousness fell into complete darkness.

“…” Artoria stood cautiously in front of Kotomine Kirei, holding a long sword in her hand, watching his movements vigilantly.

However, Kirei just lowered his head. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, Artoria would have thought he was dead.

Who is he?

Altria had never seen Kotomine Kirei, but those hidden arrows were indeed shot from this direction. She frowned and looked this guy up and down.

After confirming that this guy was really unconscious, Artoria took a step forward and wanted to check.

Just at this moment, she suddenly felt someone patting her shoulder.

"brake!"

As if by reflex, she immediately raised the holy sword, turned around and slashed it out, the sword light cutting through the air like a crescent moon.

"when!"

But just before it could hit the object, the holy sword was blocked first. The loud sound of metal collision was comparable to the New Year's bell.

It was a huge vajra, like a pillar in a house, and the Knight King's holy sword was stuck in it like an axe stuck in a tree trunk.

The girl with long silver hair was suspended next to the huge vajra. Her whole body was burning with flames that seemed to have no temperature. She stared at Artoria's face with a smile.

The girl seemed to appear suddenly, as if by some magical power. There was no sign before her appearance, but after actually seeing her, her presence was as overwhelming as Mount Tai.

Artoria felt a materialized sense of oppression, which was more terrifying than Gilgamesh and even Oda Nobunaga.

It's not about strength or total amount of magic power, but something of a certain standard.

"You are..." Altria's eyes widened, but before she could react, Kama reached out and grabbed her shoulders and neck.

"It's amazing that it managed to remain undamaged during the battle between heroic spirits."

As he spoke, Kama took out a black biscuit-sized piece of metal.

That is……

Altria's attention was drawn to the piece of metal.

"It's a very secretive spy probe. It looks like a joint creation of magic and technology." As he spoke, Kama held up the small piece of metal, blinked as if taking a selfie, and showed a cute expression.

Then, she exerted force with her fingers and easily crushed the piece of metal, and the iron slag slipped through her fingers.

Altria took a step back and pulled out the holy sword that was clamped by the vajra. "Are you also a Heroic Spirit participating in this Holy Grail War?"

"What do you think?" As he spoke, Kama suddenly moved closer and touched Altria's face without any sense of boundaries. "Since you came here on your own initiative, that's perfect. Come with me."

After saying that, the flames spread along Kama's hand and towards Altria.

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In front of the castle, when Lancelot's headless body turned into particles and floated into the sky like an updraft, Lanis also put away her treasure.

The mercury on the ground gathered together again as if time had gone back, and the covered ground was exposed to the light of day again, but there was no trace of damage caused by the disaster.

The lawn swayed in the wind, and the earthworms that had been hiding in the soft soil poked their heads out as usual, as if the magical lake just now was just a dream.

Mercury returned to Lanis along the wall and turned into a silver maid again.

"It's done. Can we talk about other things now?" Lanis turned around and looked at Kiritsugu and Tokiomi with a smile.

“What a terrifying attire… You must be a big shot from the Clock Tower, right?” Tokiomi was in shock at having seen the world, but he adhered to the family motto of the Tōsaka family and maintained his composure and decency.

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was standing by, knew much more than Tokiomi. He guessed that it was the Noble Phantasm of Reinis as a Servant.

"We are going to form an alliance against Oda Nobunaga, right? Are there other people?" Although Kiritsugu looked at Tokiomi, his eyes were always fixed on Lanice.

He wanted to try and see if he could find out more about Master Lanis.

146. Surgery

In the secret room of the flower shop, Irisviel woke up again, breathing heavily, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

Nightingale stood beside her, adding water to a pile of bottles and jars like a professional nurse in a clinic.

The confused memories became clear again, and Irisviel sat up in bed, clutching her aching head.

"How long have you kept me unconscious?"

"Less than a day." Nightingale said as she poured a pile of powder into the prepared medicine bottle.

It was shorter than expected. Irisviel knew very well that when she could wake up from this situation depended entirely on the needs of these people.

Nightingale picked up a crystal rod and stirred the medicine bottle. The turbid medicine bottle gradually became viscous and the color was disturbingly black.

"what is that?"

"I've prepared medicine for you." Nightingale didn't say anything, and the white-haired loli beside her, Kama, answered. "Wait a minute, we're going to dig out your heart, okay?"