I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"Yes, there's no reason I wouldn't like it."

"Compared to the Hanging Gardens of the Assyrian queen, which city do you prefer?"

Morgan stared intently at Du Wei.

It's easy to guess what the real thought behind that question was.

It was obvious that Du Wei had to choose between her and Semiramis; Her Majesty's competitive spirit had been ignited.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have done something so outrageous.

Building a city consumes a significant amount of magic power.

Not to mention replicating a city exactly like Camelot, the amount of magic power consumed is simply unimaginable.

But even so, she did it anyway.

Like a little girl, she wanted Du Wei to make the choice for her.

Prove that you are the best.

Therefore, Du Wei only gave one answer.

"Of course it's Camelot, I have no reason not to like it. Let's just place the Greater Grail in the city."

Du Wei gave an answer without hesitation.

There is no need to think at all.

Du Wei currently only regards the followers of Pan-Human History as subordinates, and has no other complicated feelings towards them.

Compare it to the woman you love.

Du Wei would, of course, choose Morgan without hesitation.

Even if Semiramis is a stunning beauty, it doesn't matter. To Du Wei, Morgan is the only lover who truly understands him.

He won't be unable to move when he sees a beautiful woman.

Sometimes Du Wei lamented that he wished he were that kind of person, because if he were, he wouldn't have lived such a meaningless life.

"...You...you're so direct...you blurted out the answer without even thinking for 100%..."

Morgan hadn't expected Dewey to answer so quickly.

He was shot by an arrow without any warning.

These sincere words touched Morgan's heart; with her fairy eyes, she could see through their sincerity.

This made her realize that she was loved.

"Hahaha, um, could it be that she's jealous of Semiramis? It's quite rare to see Her Majesty the Queen looking jealous."

Du Wei jokingly teased Morgan.

Morgan usually has a kind of composure that comes with being the rightful wife, and rarely shows such jealousy.

It's possible that he felt Semiramis was similar to himself.

That's why she felt threatened.

A feeling of shame and indignation welled up inside me after my inner thoughts were exposed.

Morgan immediately wanted to fire a magic gun at Du Wei to cover up his inner shyness.

Before she could even gather her magic power...

However, Du Wei spoke up even faster.

"However... her jealous look is cute, I don't dislike it."

"..."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he walked towards the Greater Grail.

Only Morgan, whose heart was pounding, remained.

Her thought of firing the magic spear vanished, and she felt that Du Wei was so hateful.

It had left her feeling so disoriented.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Countermeasures Against the Inhibiting Force [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The long-running battle has eased.

The Black faction is now down to only Siegfried and Chiron, who are no match for them.

On the Red Team's side, Du Wei had already dispatched Koyanskaya, so barring any unforeseen circumstances, the assassination should be relatively straightforward.

Everything was going according to Du Wei's plan.

Koyanskaya is currently communicating with Duvi telepathically.

She successfully assassinated the Red Master.

However, the situation was somewhat different from what she had imagined.

"Oh? Even killing the Master and taking the Command Seals couldn't make the Servants disappear... I understand."

A flash of surprise crossed Du Wei's eyes.

Then, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The singularity arose from the moment the Greater Grail was taken, meaning the Counterforce was taking action.

Only the power of restraint can keep the followers in this world.

After Koyanskaya killed the Red Faction Master, the Red Faction Servants were forced to remain in the mortal world by the Counter Force.

The purpose is to combat alien entities that should not exist in pan-human history.

Pan-human history's defensive measures against Lostbelts.

"By the way, Master."

According to my exclusive intelligence, it seems there's a third party, just like us, involved in this Holy Grail War.

"Goyanskaya said in a thought-provoking way."

She successfully piqued Du Wei's interest.

When it comes to the third party besides them within the singularity, Du Wei immediately thought of that organization.

"...Is it Chaldea?"

"Oh, so you already knew, Master. Ugh, what a disappointment. I was hoping to pique your interest and then bring out something fun!"

The voice on the other end sounded very regrettable.

Just imagining it is enough to picture Koyanskaya's melancholy expression.

Her enchanting voice was so sweet that it could soften one's bones.

Other Masters would probably entrust the matter entirely to her.

Du Wei, on the other hand, would not do that.

Because he knew Koyanskaya's nature quite well, he could not place 100% trust in her.

After all, she has the potential to become a beast.

Du Wei naturally had his reasons for being wary of her.

Although human evil is an extremely powerful sword, if not wielded properly, it may become a demonic blade that devours its master.

Du Wei always approaches things with a certain degree of caution.

As the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Do not attack Chaldea for now..."

"Hehe, I understand~! I will only observe. They are also a necessary condition for the formation of our Lostbelt. I will cherish them like delicate flowers in a greenhouse."

Koyanskaya's words carried a hint of pleasure.

It's not hard to rule out the possibility that she wanted to cause trouble.

As long as they don't do anything too outrageous, Du Wei won't restrict his Servants too much.

That's because he's a typical hands-off manager.

The two finished their conversation.

Du Wei's thoughts returned to reality.

He now resides in the royal city of Camelot, built by Morgan, and enjoys the most comfortable resting environment.

The subordinates are on standby.

Between the Red and Black sides, only one Lancer (spearman) died, or two if you include Amakusa.

It's not enough in terms of the Greater Grail ritual.

If the Greater Grail is to be filled with magical energy, the Servants must die in battle.