The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 262: The secret party country bumpkins, still unaware of the horror of Type-Moon

Alas, the best women have a lot of ideas.

If that were the case, these two people would not even have a chance. Apart from anything else, when the maid Xia Mi learned of their worries, she would definitely be the first to kick them and knock them to their knees, so that Helver and Orluen could clear their heads physically.

Emiya simply asked:
"How did you two sneak into the venue? What are your true abilities—?"

"...Sir, we were able to sneak in using our own abilities. As for our abilities..."

Helweier looked around at everyone and asked, "Do you need a demonstration here?"

"If it's convenient, let's do it here."

The next second, thick smoke suddenly billowed out of the cell.

The true identity of the black smoke was Helvil and Orluun, who turned into smoke that dissipated into thin air!

"cigarette?"

Yuan Zhisheng was surprised that there seemed to be no such effect in the Word Spirit Sequence that had arrived. Even the seemingly similar "Mingzhao" only turned into a very faint wisp of black smoke.

"It's not smoke, it's a shadow!"

Emiya pointed with his finger, and Gennochi and the others noticed that as the smoke dissipated, the two girls disappeared completely.

However, the shadows at their feet gradually grew darker, as if coming alive under the light.

They were transformed from three-dimensional living people into flat shadows!
"You actually have this ability?"

The Sheqi Eight Families were somewhat surprised.

Two living shadows easily passed through the thick glass wall and came to the shadows at everyone's feet, almost merging into one and making it difficult to distinguish them.

It's a weird ability that has ridiculously good stealth effects!
"Don't stay in the shadows, come out after the show." Emiya didn't react much.

Many Heroic Spirits possess the ability to lurk in the shadows, from powerful ones like the Count of Monte Cristo to weak ones like Chiyome Mochizuki. Even magicians with imaginary attributes can manipulate imaginary magic in the form of shadows.

Thick smoke began to rise again from the shadows, and then gathered together to form two half-kneeling girls.

"As ordered!"

Helver and Orluen acted as if they were loyal to Emiya.

There is no way. Even in a shadow state, they feel that this man is difficult to hostile. Once they have the idea of ​​dealing with or betraying him, the fear begins to surge uncontrollably.

Nuonuo raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why haven't you shown this ability?"

When they met at the radio station before, if these two women had turned into shadows and escaped, they might not have been able to find a way to intercept them in such a hurry.

"Because... because I was really hungry before, my ability consumes energy. The longer the distance I move, the greater the consumption."

Helweier covered her stomach in embarrassment. Only after eating the pork chop rice did they finally have some energy left.

Nuonuo took a look at the large empty rice bowl in the cell and understood what was going on.

Love means wanting to have a free meal, eating your fill, and then leaving to see how things go, right?
The two girls half-kneeling in loyalty had wandering eyes.

Anyway, isn't this just a matter of seeing the situation first? In this situation, even the unwritten contract has been finalized. They can't escape even if they want to.

I don’t know what the future treatment and environment will be like.

The girls avoided Nuonuo's sharp gaze and met Xia Mi's eyes again.

However, the latter, with her angelic beauty, glared at them with a pair of pure golden pupils. Within this small group, Xia Mi was the only one who was the God Slayer Emiya's number one servant! No one else could get past her to claim the position!
This incident scared the two Nordic girls so much that they felt the natural suppression of their bloodline again. Oh my god, why is this place full of monsters!

Helweil's gaze turned to Eri, who remained silent throughout.

Eiry blinked, and the red-haired girl who looked like Nono gave them a very innocent look, which actually made them feel a little relieved!

Great, this person shouldn’t be a monster.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After Emiya and his team had almost figured out the whole story of the attack and obtained a lot of interrogation results, they returned to the venue.

In the messy venue, some guests had not yet left.

"My dear friend, this time I finally saw with my own eyes the power of the God Slayer. You also feel that this world is changing very quickly, right?"

Ange swirled his wine glass.

Just from Susanoo's earlier movement, tables and chairs were scattered everywhere, some askew, others askew. People from the Snake Clan were cleaning up nearby, but progress was clearly slow. The more pressing task was to clean up the area around the venue. "Thank you! I don't need you reminding me that I'm old, or that I've become an ignorant, uncultured country bumpkin from the Secret Party!"

There was sting in the Night Watchman's words.

Ange felt that the Night Watchman's words were somewhat sarcastic. "What's the matter, old friend? Did someone make you angry? Or is it because of your beloved apprentices?"

"Neither! It's because of those idiots in the equipment department!"

The Night Watchman spoke in a muffled tone, his pronunciation a little unclear due to the constant drinking. "His beloved equipment department suddenly asked me for advice on alchemy theory after the Holy Grail War..."

"Wow! That's really bizarre," Ange exclaimed slightly. "From what I've heard, they're all avid alchemical equipment practitioners. From my relatively limited knowledge of alchemy, I can tell they're only interested in how to generate stronger firepower and more powerful explosions."

"Right, right! You've hit the nail on the head. That's exactly what they're asking about!" The Night's Watchman took another sip of his wine. "But they also said they want to build a carrot as big as the God Slayer!"

"Radish?" Ange asked in confusion.

"It's a robot. 'Carrot' is a term unique to their otaku culture!" the night watchman explained impatiently.

"Then, when I thought that it couldn't be replicated and that they couldn't possibly do it, the guys in the Equipment Department started mocking me, saying that the alchemist from the Atlas Academy could definitely do it! They said that my title as Master Flamel was just empty!"

"His precious Atlas Court!"

The Night Watchman felt that his professionalism was being harshly mocked, but he had to admit that his level of alchemy was still far from that of a true master.

"An alchemist from the Atlas Academy? You're talking about Fingel's report, right? ...The Equipment Department actually found out about it. That Fingel kid is still as tight-lipped as ever."

Ange also received Finger's task report. This time, in order to accumulate enough internship credits before graduation, Finger worked hard and submitted the report in a detailed and clear manner.

"Atlas Academy" is the force that appeared in Fingel's mission report.

It is said that they were the organizers of the Holy Grail War, but because the results were usurped by the White King Izanami, they had to cooperate with many masters and servants.

In the end, he even demonstrated the modification of the servant's spirit base to create a god-level mecha. His advanced alchemy technology was dazzling, and even Fingel didn't know how to understand and analyze it.

"...Who do you think this alchemist from the Atlas Academy is?"

The Night Watchman shook the bottle. "It's most likely the Dragon King? Odin? No, that Emiya wouldn't cooperate with Odin. So it must be Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire. Rumor has it that he's quite accomplished in alchemy..."

"Do you think it must be the Dragon King?" Ange suddenly asked.

"how?"

"What do you think of Emiya's alchemy skills?" Ange asked, looking at the red-haired figure in the distance. "Before killing the gods, he was the one who actually defeated the Dragon King."

"...If you're talking about talent, it's probably difficult to evaluate. He's probably a prodigy never seen before. I can't even assess whether his alchemy skills have surpassed those of the first generation Dragon Kings."

The night watchman replied, "Why? Do you think there is more than one such person?"

"...Yeah, why would I think that? Maybe it's because the times are changing so fast, and my eyesight is blurry, making it difficult for me to judge."

Ange sneered, "Come on, we secret party bumpkins, it's time to get close to the God Slayer."

The Night Watchman staggered after him, "Remember those little moves by the Snake Qi Eight Families before the Holy Grail War to break away from the Secret Party and become independent? Even the school board treated them as a joke... But this time, they've truly become independent, and even found a powerful and formidable financial backer!"

"The world is full of changes, and fortunes change! The Sheqi Eight Clans have finally had their fortunes turn."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The uninhabited area where the Sahara Desert meets the Atlas Mountains.

Two male figures, one tall and one short, wearing typical white desert robes, are trekking a long distance in the dry and hot desert.

The tall man's face was expressionless. He looked at the flying sand and said, "Master, why don't you use a more efficient method of movement?"

"Goetia, you need to learn many tricks of human society, including the tricks they like to play. For example, if you want to reach our destination, you can't use flight or teleportation. You need to walk to specific coordinates to reach the entrance..."

The short man straightened his headscarf, revealing Lu Mingze's face.

"Some people like to play tricks like this, but it doesn't matter. For us, we only need to go there the first time. The next time we want to come, we can just use the coordinates to quickly find it."

"Where are we going now?"

"Go to a partner we need to meet. He's in the huge cellar down here—the Atlas Courtyard."

Lu Mingze stopped halfway, walked a few steps to the left in the empty desert, and then began to walk backwards. The next second he began to turn around again. Gaetia followed behind him, going back and forth many times, and finally saw a huge stone wall entrance appearing in the desert.

"Let's go and find the future King of Alchemy and discuss our 'Star Anchor' concept with him."

(End of this chapter)