Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Logically, given the current atmosphere, this Holy Grail War should have unfolded in a grand and spectacular manner under the watchful eyes of the entire world. However, the world is a makeshift stage, and so is this "war."

"You're just forfeiting?"

On the referee's bench constructed by a single thought, Xia Jie looked at Flatt, who had withdrawn from Mirror Snowfield City, and her tone was not particularly surprised.

Frat himself wasn't particularly obsessed with the Holy Grail; he came to make friends with the Servants, and fighting would damage those relationships.

His follower, "Jack the Ripper," has a rather unique wish: Jack, born from legend, simply wants to know the name of his historical prototype.

If you want to know the name, why not just ask Xia Jie?

"Mr. Xia Jie, you know me. I really can't bring myself to fight other Heroic Spirits."

Flat scratched his head sheepishly.

"Well, it doesn't matter. It's your freedom to abstain. As for Jack..."

Xia Jie looked at the generic-looking man that materialized beside Flatt.

"I know what you're looking for, Jack. Your prototype is a barber named Aaron Kosmiski."

Xia Jie pointed a finger from afar, and the Ripper, born of collective fear, felt the life story of a strange man appear in his consciousness.

From birth to work, and then to murder and death, the man's life flashed through Jack's mind like a long, immersive movie, leaving only a vague, general impression.

And he can immerse himself in the experience again whenever he wants.

The depth of his immersion is also determined by him, so that he is not disturbed by this part of his life.

"Thanks."

Jack gave Xia Jie a dignified and elegant gentleman's bow.

His wish has been fulfilled. If he were still alive after the Holy Grail War, he would probably have been Frat's friend for life.

I only finished the timeline of the first volume of the original work today. Because Xia Jie made her move too early, the thirteen Servants in total (6 fake and 7 real) for the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City were not yet complete.

Now, in this case...

Among the pseudo-Servants, the pseudo-Rider Beanbag and the pseudo-Berserker Jack abstained, leaving only Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Alexander the Great, and Kyoko.

Only true Servants can summon Saber Richard I and Rider Hippolyta.

There are only six in total. Should we distribute the vacant spots and recruit a few Masters who are willing to come?

Xia Jie hesitated for a moment, pondering.

At that moment, two figures, one in gold and one in green, appeared simultaneously. The green-haired figure was holding a silver wolf in his arms, while the gold-armored figure was followed by a purple-haired woman.

Among them, the golden-haired, golden-armored king glared at Xia Jie with gritted teeth, about to make a move, but when he saw the pigeon on Xia Jie's shoulder, he trembled and stopped.

Well, two more pairs have abstained.

The green-haired figure was Enkidu, while the golden-armored, golden-haired one was Gilgamesh, who had recently been placed into the Reality Marble.

In Xia Jie's vision, as long as these two old flames are willing to join forces, other masters and followers, even if they band together for warmth, will easily be eliminated.

The final winner will most likely be one of the two.

He used his knowledge of psychology for a moment and immediately understood why the two had abstained.

Enkidu's wish is to protect the Silver Wolf chimera and watch it live to the end of its life.

Silver Wolf, as a kind-hearted harpy, also has no ambitions.

As for Gilgamesh and Tini Cerke, the former is proud and would never be willing to be manipulated by the rules set by Xia Jie. In addition, the Uruk Cup in his "Gate of Babylon" is one of the prototypes of the Holy Grail, so it is normal for him to give up his right to participate.

Unable to defy Gilgamesh's will, Tini Cherke naturally followed suit.

The remaining Richard the Lionheart, the Mad Noble, the writer Alexandre Dumas, and Hippolyta, the Amazon Queen, seem to... not have much of an obsession with obtaining the Holy Grail.

Even more coincidentally, their Masters were similar; apart from Jesta, who was only interested in making wishes and causing trouble, the other Masters' fundamental obsessions were not with the Holy Grail.

For them, dealing with a certain magician surnamed Xia who was causing trouble outside the Mirror World was clearly a more important matter than the Holy Grail.

Knowing that abstaining won't lead to death, and unaware that other masters and servants share the same thought, this Holy Grail War might take a rather comical turn.

Seeing several more groups of people emerge, and noticing that even the Dead Apostle Jesta had followed Kyo Shinji out, Xia Jie felt somewhat helpless.

The Holy Grail War has just begun, the empty spots haven't been distributed yet, and the audience hasn't even had time to choose their participants, so how come all the contestants have already left?

To be honest, this is the Holy Grail that can grant wishes. In the normal world, the contestants would be fighting tooth and nail.

Xia Jie glanced at the empty "Mirror Snowfield City" and decided to take the initiative as a referee to give the expectant audience an explanation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news, some so-so news, and some good news to tell you."

"First, the bad news: due to the exceptional circumstances of a mass withdrawal of participants..."

Xia Jie pointed the live stream camera at the departing masters and servants, and even gave a close-up of the Dead Apostle "Jester Caltore" who was burning under the holy light of the Dove.

"This Holy Grail War ended in such an unusually abrupt way."

"As an aside, this contestant who is engulfed in flames is a Dead Apostle who feeds on human blood, that is, a vampire."

"I'm sorry to go back on my word, but I will not protect the personal safety of such an evil contestant."

"Then comes the mixed news: since no one has claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine called the Holy Grail, you can decide for yourselves."

"Next, I will open a window, and you only need to write your wishes into the window."

"In three minutes, I will gather all the wishes of humanity, let conflicting wishes cancel each other out, and the last wish that remains, whatever its content, I will input into the Holy Grail without alteration."

"In order to avoid creating twisted wishes that harm both yourself and others, please be careful when making wishes."

"Finally, the good news is that, as compensation for losing the Holy Grail War, there's no need for another 13-guessing game. I will grant each of you a small wish."

"As our special guest, what are your thoughts?"

Xia Jie suddenly produced a microphone and gently handed it to the pigeon.

"Coo→Coo↗Coo↘!!!"

The pigeon stared at Xia Jie with its unusually dead fish eyes, its gaze revealing a human-like speechlessness.

Thank you for your speech!

Xia Jie put away the microphone and started clapping as if no one else was around. The social butterfly Flat also came over and clapped along with a big smile.

Among the group of abstainers, Enkidu, who sensed the extraordinary nature of the pigeon, put down the silver wolf and took the lead in cooperating, and then things got out of control.

First came the applause from those present, then gradually from all over the world, and then the applause grew into a tidal wave.

Although they didn't know what the Holy Son said, it made perfect sense!