A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

As he spoke, Rufreus turned to look at Loreleia.

"Bartholomew, your strength is undoubtedly the greatest among all monarchs. Do you think this Saber can pose a threat to the Clock Tower?"

Upon hearing Rufreus's question, Loreleia narrowed her eyes and gently tapped her slender fingers on the table.

"If there's only one Saber, I think there's a chance."

Loreleia's answer caused everyone else's expressions to change.

"So... are we capable of matching them?"

Rufreus also at this moment

He held up a report in his hand.

"The enemy is a Servant, that's all we can confirm for now, but we'll have to witness their true strength to know for sure."

Someone suggested, "We don't need to be afraid of them!"

Loreleia did not reply to the man's suggestion.

Although Loreleia is a noblewoman, she has an extremely strong desire for victory.

She has honed all kinds of magic to the highest level. Standing at the pinnacle of modern magicians, she has not only defeated two of the seventy-two ancestors, but also has a choir of fifty top-notch magicians under her command.

Loreleia seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes brightened even more: "Servant, huh... I'm also very curious about what kind of power that guy has."

Upon hearing her words, a terrifying atmosphere filled the venue.

"So, what should we do?"

"Barthemello, have you made up your mind?"

"The Holy Grail War originally started in Fuyuki, a coastal city near Sakurajima, but I never expected it to affect our 'Clock Tower' as well."

After the noise subsided, Julius continued to tap the table, finally calming the noisy crowd down before speaking.

"They're heading straight for the Clock Tower, looking very aggressive; they're likely up to no good!"

"Can we really hold them off?"

There are several 'Brand' magicians present, all of whom are capable of competing with Servants.

"Just a Servant!"

Loreleia spoke first at this moment.

"Let Barthezello handle the direct combat. I don't think anyone would object."

It sounds like a question, but it's actually a statement of certainty.

Although Loreleia was a noblewoman, her desire for victory was stronger than anyone else's, which was the fundamental reason why she was able to reach the level of "the greatest magician of the modern era".

Upon hearing Loreleia's words, the others naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to object; it was a perfect opportunity for someone to go up and gather intelligence first.

"If we can defeat that heroic spirit, perhaps we can overpower the Wandering Sea!"

The Wandering Sea is a massive mountain range that wanders across the North Atlantic Ocean; it is also known as the "moving coffin."

There is no typical hierarchical structure within the organization, and it is not believed to be like the Clock Tower, hoping for "further development of magic," but the truth remains unknown.

The Wandering Sea is considered the prototype of the Mage's Association, focusing on human modification and the research of magic from the Age of Gods. He believes that magic from the Age of Gods is supreme, and magic after the Western calendar is child's play.

The Wandering Sea and the Clock Tower were in a state of cold war.

The three departments are roughly the same size, and the three departments work together to operate the Magic Association... This is just a polite way of putting it.

These three departments haven't been negotiating much for a long time. Although they're not hostile, their ideas differ, so it's fair to assume they have a significant rift between them.

They hold most of the power related to the Holy Grail War and coordinate with the Church to send "overseers" to oversee the Holy Grail War.

Because of their interest in the Holy Grail's ability to "reach the Root," they also send magicians to participate in the Holy Grail War.

But failure is not allowed, and there is no honor in victory.

Since there is only one spot available, they tend to send a magician from the martial arts faction.

However, Loreleia's next words moved everyone.

"We should get 80% of the spoils. I'm sure you all agree?"

Loreleia's statement naturally stemmed from her absolute self-confidence, given that Barthez had remained at the top for so many years, with no one able to rival him.

"We are willing to give up the spoils of war, only hoping to share the knowledge of the Age of Gods with us."

“Absolutely not!” Lorelei replied firmly.

The knowledge of the Age of Gods was undoubtedly far more valuable than spoils of war.

While others were weighing their interests, a voice that did not belong to any monarch suddenly rang out in the room.

"At a time like this, they're still weighing the pros and cons. Why are all the younger generation so fond of thinking they're so clever?"

"Who is speaking!?"

The monarchs stood up in surprise, only to find that an elderly man with white hair had somehow taken up one of the empty seats.

"It's been so long since I've been back. Has the Clock Tower developed into this state...?"

……

With the Einzbern maid handling the formalities as a prelude, Shirou led Saber out of the airport terminal at exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

The soft sunlight shone on his face, and Shirou squinted slightly as he walked with the blonde girl beside him on the street made of bricks and stones.

----London.

This British capital, a city known to the world as the Foggy City, is now welcoming rulers from a distant past.

How does it feel to return to your homeland?

"Saber?" Shirou asked.

"..."

The girl didn't answer immediately, but looked at everything with a somewhat unfamiliar and curious gaze.

Saber never wears makeup; she simply tries to maintain a clean appearance, yet she still possesses an almost tangible, captivating beauty.

What Shirou knew was that the girl's appearance had stopped at fifteen years old the moment she pulled the sword from the stone.

So, although her body now seems like a flower bud far from blooming, it is also brewing a certain charm of blossoming beauty.

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Oh, this is too deadly.

Shirou was somewhat stunned.

Suddenly, Saber stopped walking, as if she had realized something.

"What's wrong, Saber?"

Shirou looked at her, thinking that the girl must have realized that this era had become completely different from her own British kingdom, so she wanted to express her feelings.

However, this is not the case.

The girl stood there somewhat awkwardly, and it was only then that Shirou noticed that the tips of her ears had turned slightly red.

"that……"

Shirou raised an eyebrow slightly, already prepared to listen to King Arthur's assessment of his future kingdom.

"I'm hungry."

"……what?"

Shirou was stunned as he looked at the girl who was speaking to him in a low voice with her head slightly lowered.

I almost forgot, Saber is not a Heroic Spirit who has lost her physical body, but came to this world in a physical form.

Therefore, it is reasonable that she would go hungry because she is unable to become a spirit.

While Shirou was in a daze, Saber frowned slightly, somewhat unhappy with her new Master's slowness.

"Hunger is the enemy. Let's go eat, Shirou."

Looking at the girl staring at him with an extremely serious expression, Shirou couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat anything as long as it's edible."

With Saber, who was already in a bad mood due to hunger, Shirou found a decent-looking Western restaurant in the shopping street next to the airport.

After they were seated, the waiter brought over the menu, which Shirou handed to Saber.

"Pick whatever you like, we have plenty of funds."

"Hmm... then order just a little more..."

With that, Saber took the menu and began ordering with a slight gleam in her eyes.

"This, this, and this..."

It seemed that Saber's mood had improved considerably just because of ordering food, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head, which symbolized "kinghood," was swaying slightly and playfully.

"..."

Shirou and the waitress next to him who was taking notes listened with some embarrassment.

Chapter 66 Saber Wants to See Her Own Grave

Noticing the increasingly strange looks from Shirou and the waitress beside her, Saber suddenly realized something, and her hand holding the menu trembled slightly.

"Well, that's about it."

Saber calmly handed the menu back to the waitress.

"OK, just a second."

Although she was a little confused, the waitress still showed her professionalism, smiling as she took the menu and quickly went to the kitchen.

Shirou suddenly asked curiously, "Saber, even though you are a physical being, with a supply of magical energy, you shouldn't feel hungry so easily, right?"

"Hmm...that's true, but last night's battle seems to have taken a toll. Although Shirou, your mana is certainly enough to replenish, eating can be a source of energy. And if you're full, your luck will be EX!"

Saber said with a serious expression.