Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

After failing to awaken Medea, Fang Rui stopped trying and instead began adding skills to himself... or more accurately, limiting skills.

Although I want to end the Holy Grail War as soon as possible, I should play when it's time to play.

With my strength limited, the Servant should be able to cause me some trouble, making the game a little more enjoyable.

Since I'm playing Natsu, I'll just copy his skills!

Anyway, Natsu has quite a few skills, especially many different forms.

The dragon form is really cool!

The dragon wings are a bit damaged, but they have a kind of battle-worn beauty.

As Fang Rui mentally reviewed his available skills, he also considered whether to add a Noble Phantasm to his character, since Natsu's true form was a book.

It's reasonable to classify it as a Noble Phantasm, as its release will activate the Flame Demon Mode.

To be honest, Zeref didn't tell me any details about the Flame Demon. Apart from the fact that it possessed flame magic and was the strongest of all demons, I knew nothing else.

Maldo Gil, ranked second in individual combat strength among demons, is an old rival of the Celestial King, and their combat strength is almost equal.

They should be among the top performers in the second tier, or perhaps even in the first tier.

END, who is stronger than him, is at least in the top tier; otherwise, Zeref wouldn't have pinned his hopes on Natsu, expecting him to destroy him.

Let’s do the math…

Hmm, the Grand Servant's combat power isn't excessive, let's add a limit!

Action time and mana consumption.

In the evening, on a certain section of highway...

The two encountered the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, and after a conversation, the three traveled together.

A pickup truck is driving on the highway, with three people sitting in the back.

The girl, possessed by the judge, leaned against the carriage, her arms wrapped around her knees, her golden ponytail swaying in the wind.

Medea sat beside her, still with her hood up and her head slightly bowed, making it difficult to see her face.

Fang Rui sat on the side facing the driver's seat, with the adjudicator on his left.

Joan of Arc, the adjudicator of this Holy Grail War, lingered her gaze on Medea's hood for a moment, and after confirming her identity, looked at Fang Rui.

She parted her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't, perhaps because she felt it wasn't appropriate.

"Should I say I'm lucky or unlucky? I actually ran into Ruler on the way..."

Fang Rui's impression of Joan of Arc was limited to nicknames like "the one who blows the black whistle" and "country girl," without any further understanding.

Speaking of which, the girl possessed by Joan of Arc—Laetitia—looks very similar to Joan of Arc.

Emmm...

"We should consider ourselves lucky. The world is so vast, yet we happened to meet. Doesn't that just prove we're very lucky?"

Joan of Arc explained quite earnestly, and Medea, who was standing to the side, tilted her head slightly, seemingly looking at Joan of Arc.

And Fang Rui...

"Indeed, you should consider it good luck!"

He had hoped to fight as soon as possible, and soon after he met the Arbiter, Joan of Arc.

Tonight, Joan of Arc will be attacked by the Red Army's spearmen, and the Black Army's swordsmen will come to stop her.

It's like having two top-tier Heroic Spirits delivered to his doorstep; the battle he desires will automatically come to him.

Wishes fulfilled, that's really good luck!

As I pondered this, dusk began to fall.

As the car traveled along a section of the highway, the three people, who were either gazing at the starry sky or lost in thought, suddenly changed their expressions.

Medea began to construct a magic circle, and Joan of Arc spoke with the driver, saying she wanted to get off the vehicle.

Fang Rui gazed at a certain spot, a slight smile curving his lips.

The three got out of the car and stood by the roadside.

As the car drove away, the clanging of armor echoed in the silence, followed by a deep voice...

"You must be Ruler, the Servant!"

The three turned around upon hearing the sound, casting their gaze in the direction from which the sound came.

A servant stands quietly atop a road sign beside the highway.

The golden armor shone even in the darkness, and the crimson cloak, like a burning flame, danced in the wind...

Before Joan of Arc could respond, they launched an attack immediately after confirming her identity.

"Wake up!"

He vanished from his spot in an instant, shooting out like a javelin and crashing onto the concrete road.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Fang Rui suddenly grinned, as if he were smiling.

He stomped hard on the road, shattering the surface, and shot out like a cannonball, charging straight toward the enemy.

"The fire dragon's..."

A fist engulfed in flames clashed with a spear gleaming with golden light.

boom----

Like an explosion, a muffled thunderous roar echoed through the night, and a violent gust of wind forcefully tore at everything in its path.

Joan of Arc instantly changed her outfit and attacked in Servant form, holding a flag in one hand and wrapping her other arm around Medea's slender waist, pulling her back more than a hundred meters.

Medea glanced at Joan of Arc, and judging from the fact that Joan had saved her, her identity as a Servant had not been exposed.

To think that Master could keep it from Ruler, Master's magic is quite impressive!

With that in mind, Medea did nothing and decided to continue playing the role of Master.

"...Iron Fist!"

After the explosion, a powerful sound rang out.

Then, a person burst out, piercing through the swirling sand and dust.

Karna, the Red Team's pistol, quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air, landing on both feet. His metal boots scraped against the ground, continuously producing a sharp sound.

"Fire!"

As he moved, Karna swung his spear, and crescent-shaped flames shot out, flying towards the area shrouded in sand and dust.

At the same time, Fang Rui broke through the sandstorm area and sped away like an arrow released from a bow, leaving a trail of billowing sand behind him.

"Suck--"

Taking a deep breath, Fang Rui inhaled the crescent-shaped flame into his mouth, and with a "gulp," he swallowed it down his throat.

"As expected of the fire of the sun, it's truly delicious!"

As they clashed fists and palms, flames burned in Fang Rui's eyes, and he placed his hands, which were loosely clenched, in front of his lips.

"The fire dragon's..."

Driven by an instinctive sense of danger, Karna leaped into the air, transforming into a golden-red afterimage.

next second...

"roar!!!"

Spiral flames erupted, the intense heat melting the cement road surface along the way, and orange-red lava flowed through the gullies.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the night, startling Gold, who was on his way.

“Saber!!!”

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Siegfried understood his meaning, abandoned Gold, and sped forward, arriving at Joan of Arc's location in just a few breaths.

He looked around and quickly assessed the situation.

The two Servants are fighting, and the Master is standing with Ruler.

Anyone here was here first?

They're not on our side...

Internal strife?!

A hint of doubt flashed through his mind, but Siegfried didn't dwell on it. Now that he knew who the enemy was, there was no need to think about it too much.

It's more appropriate to defeat the opponent first and then think things through...

Wielding the holy sword that slays evil dragons, Siegfried charges forward into the battlefield.

Karna, who was falling rapidly, diverted some of his attention to Siegfried, who was rushing into the battlefield.

Confirmed that it is not a friendly Heroic Spirit.

Fang Rui's gaze also fell on Siegfried. With his dragon-like physique, he felt a vague sense of crisis when he encountered Siegfried, who had a special ability to attack dragons.

"hiss--"

This is bad!

Although Siegfried could not defeat him, Siegfried's attacks would certainly hurt him more than those of other Servants.

Simply put, it's a critical hit every time.

Let's address this problem first!

Target changed!

"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!!!"

Not wanting to be cut down, Fang Rui adopted a mid-to-long-range attack.

Like a fire dragon spreading its wings, two long whips of flame lashed out at Siegfried.

Knowing just how powerful these flames were, Siegfried had no intention of confronting them head-on.