Sister Rescue Plan

The pure white color gives people a sense of holiness, which complements Medea, the "witch of the age of gods" or the princess of the royal family. The skirt is cinched at her waist, vaguely outlining the beautiful curves of the girl's body. The skirt with lace trim reveals half of her calves, and her fair calves seem to have milk flowing on them. She wears sandals, and her ten round toes are arranged like pearls, with a pinkish hue that makes people want to take a bite.

"How is it? Does it fit?"

Medea was a little hesitant.

Izayoi Mirai smiled and walked up to her: "You look especially beautiful, like an elf emerging from the snow."

"No, not at all." Medea lowered her head shyly and smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Izayoi Mirai took her hand and said, "It's going to snow soon. Let's go see the snow together then."

Medea nodded gently.

He also helped Medea choose a lot of clothes. His older sister, Miku Izayoi, was an idol and had a professional designer to match her clothes. Under her influence, her taste had also improved a lot. Basically, everything Medea wore fit perfectly. He didn't lower the price and bought them all. The shop assistants' eyes changed when they looked at him.

Yes, he's not short of money.

After buying the clothes, it was time to go to the movie theater. Medea, wearing that pure white dress, leaned against Izayoi Mirai's arms. For her, more than the pretty clothes, she preferred the admiration and amazement in Izayoi Mirai's eyes when she looked at her. The reflection in her eyes was like the most dazzling fireworks in the night sky.

She squinted her eyes happily, trying not to think about how many days were left.

But as they entered the movie theater, Medea instinctively grabbed Izayoi Mirai's hand, her eyes turning angry and sharp—

The entire movie theater was shrouded in a barrier, which was undoubtedly set up by other Servants.

"What's wrong?" Izayoi Mirai noticed Medea's unusual expression and quickly realized, "Have other Servants arrived?"

He grabbed Ilya, who was still running around, his muscles tense as he scanned his surroundings, wary of any potential enemies.

"This is a pre-prepared barrier whose function is to absorb the physical strength and life force of those within it, and then use it to replenish its own magic power."

Medea's words carried a hint of disdain. In her view, the barrier here was set up too rigidly, only fit for use as a case study in textbooks.

She was just about to tamper with the barrier and take it for herself when, unexpectedly, the barrier activated at that moment.

It felt as if gravity had suddenly increased several times over, and Medea's body sank. She knew this was an illusion caused by the rapid loss of physical strength and magic.

She chanted two syllables, and a transparent barrier expanded, enveloping the three of them and isolating them from the omnipresent attraction within the enchantment.

Izayoi Mirai was panting. Of the three, he had the least magic power and the weakest resistance to this kind of thing. If it weren't for Illya and Medea supporting him, he would have been lying on the ground like the group of unconscious ordinary people around him. Even though Medea reacted quickly, the magic power accumulated in his body was still depleted.

"Let's go out first." With the faint magical energy in her body completely drained, Youxiao Mirai felt a little uncomfortable, and her muscles were a bit sore.

Although they desperately wanted to break the barrier and save these ordinary people who were almost drained, enemy Servants were likely to attack, so Izayoi Mirai could only prioritize ensuring the safety of herself and the others.

If my guess is correct, this should be Medusa's Blood Temple. Izayoi, the Servant with superhuman strength, has no chance of winning in the future. Caster definitely can't beat her in a head-on fight, and he is still lacking in skills. Although he has mastered Bajiquan and Celtic spear techniques, it depends on who uses them. How many Li Shuwens are there in this world, and how many big dogs are there?

Cú Chulainn didn't kill him when they fought, but he had a physical advantage when fighting Kirei Kotomine. Would Medusa show him mercy?

Not to mention her petrifying demonic eyes.

People rushed out of the movie theater, and the streets were filled with screams as if a terrorist attack had occurred.

In the perception of the future, a dozen or so massive magical fluctuations lit up around him, all of which were buildings with high foot traffic, and their strength was comparable to the barrier in a movie theater.

"To wage the Holy Grail War in broad daylight and launch large-scale attacks on ordinary people—have they gone mad?"

Izayoi Mirai felt bewildered. Was she really a threat that would make them flip the table? Given their arrogant demeanor, Izayoi Mirai even suspected that Gilgamesh was behind it.

He smashed a lamppost with his Iron Mountain Lean, then used his palm to cut off the excess part, shaping it into a spear. Medea then added enhancement magic, and the brand-new weapon was born.

Medea pulled Illya into hiding in the shadows. She planned to dismantle all the blood barriers and cut off the opponent's magic supply. This level of massive magic power could be used to unleash several powerful Noble Phantasms.

A neighing sound came from the horizon, and a huge celestial horse rode through the air.

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.

I feel like I don't know how to write slice-of-life stories; they're neither sweet nor funny. I'll try my best to improve.

After blocking thirty chapters, they also took away the second one. The female reviewer must be covered in sensitive spots.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Emerging Crisis

Cú Chulainn is on his way. Mirai Izayoi did not use a Command Seal to summon him. As someone with a slight hoarding habit, he could keep the three Command Seals until the end of the Holy Grail War. After all, who knows if there will be a time when he needs to use Command Seals later?

Moreover, not every world has henchmen to help him. At least now he has Medea watching over him, which is good for honing his skills. In a critical moment, he can still buy time to summon Cú Chulainn.

Unexpectedly, when the pony descended the non-existent steps, Mirai Izayoi saw two people on its back.

Medea, and Matou Sakura.

When she saw Matou Sakura, Izayoi Mirai almost doubted her eyes. The girl in front of her was wearing a tattered red robe, revealing the white skin on her left shoulder. A crown of white bones was used as a headband to decorate her long purple hair, and her delicate bare feet were on the ground.

Holding the vajra in both hands, the rage that had been building up in her heart was no longer suppressed, and poured out towards Youxiao Future as if it were a tangible force. He seemed to smell a strong stench of blood, and just looking at her gave him the illusion of being on a battlefield, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing like rivers.

Is this Matou Sakura?

Even though I knew she wasn't the Matou Sakura I remembered, this image was so different from the shy, smiling Matou Sakura from that night.

She was still smiling, but with a wild and tyrannical killing intent. The magic power within Youxiao Mirai was subtly stirred, and a strange connection was established between them.

He was somewhat surprised. He practiced the Buddhist path, so was this feeling... a Buddhist demon?

He stood up and thrust his gun forward, silently spreading spiderweb-like cracks across the asphalt ground.

Sakura Matou's eyes had turned blood red. She raised the vajra in her hand and met the spear with the purest and most violent force, without any technique!

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching, sharp clang erupted in the bustling street; with just the first collision, a sharp storm howled forth.

The onlookers who had just been watching the Pegasus screamed and fled, some even lying on the ground, only to be hit by the flying stones that flew from the broken ground and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Izayoi Mirai's hands were covered in blood. Even from their first exchange, his tiger's mouth had been split open. Matou Sakura was in a similar state, with blood dripping down her vajra, but she didn't care. Physical injuries were not a concern for her.

The demonic nature planted ten years ago has grown stronger over the past three thousand days and nights, and has long since taken over her entire mind. Once the reins of reason were broken, nothing could restrain the beast within her.

Her bare feet slammed heavily on the ground, and instantly the earth shook violently, as if a giant beast lurking underground was about to emerge. The asphalt-paved street broke open, revealing the churning soil inside. Walls cracked, houses collapsed, and a violent tremor swept outwards.

Ordinary people who couldn't escape in time were wailing. The once bustling commercial district was instantly reduced to ruins. Except for the area covered by the blood barrier, there were only ruins, burying countless people.

This power is close to that of a natural disaster.

Blood gushed from Matou Sakura's bare feet, revealing even glistening white bones. A mortal body could not fully bear and unleash the power of a deity, nor was she the deity who had been degraded and possessed ten years ago.

This is absolutely insane! Matou Sakura is slaughtering ordinary people!

Izayoi Mirai couldn't understand her purpose in doing this. After this Holy Grail War, she would definitely be hunted down by the Church, and the Clock Tower might even include her in the list of those to be sealed.

However, Yosuke Mirai didn't have the energy to care about any of that. The violent tremors made him lose his balance, and behind him, chains shot out like venomous snakes.

Clang——

Yoyo Mirai parried with the gun barrel, adding several more wounds to her hand.

On his chest, the lucky charm made by Medea glowed faintly and began to heal his hands.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and the faint groans from beneath the ruins became almost inaudible. Blood flowed down the lines on the ground.

This is?

Just as Izayoi Mirai had a question, Matou Sakura, wielding a vajra, attacked again, slamming down with unusually heavy force, compressing the air and producing a piercing explosion.

The blood automatically gathered at her feet, coiling around her like snakes. Her wounds did not heal, but her aura grew increasingly violent. Behind her, several blood snakes broke through the air, heading towards the direction of the Blood Temple.

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.

Medea was dismantling the Blood Temple. Although she could have usurped the right to use the barrier, the person she had entrusted her life to did not like this way of drawing magic, and she preferred to replenish her magic in a more intimate way. Therefore, her job became to dismantle the foundation of the barrier and break it down.

She wasn't worried about Yosuke Mirai's safety. The lucky charm she gave him wasn't just for healing wounds; it was something she had poured her heart and soul into making. Even if Yosuke Mirai died, she could use it to revive him.

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Just as she dismantled the first base point, countless streams of blood burst through the skin, escaping from the haphazardly scattered bodies, attempting to leave under the command of the barrier's master.

A glint of light appeared at Medea's fingertips, disrupting the ethereal magical nodes. The blood swirled in mid-air like homing pigeons that had lost their way.

"Big sister, there's something strange here."

Following Medea's instructions to break the barrier, Ilya suddenly spoke up. Even with the magical knowledge she had been instilled with over a decade in order to obtain the Holy Grail, she still couldn't understand the graffiti she had discovered, yet it clearly contained some kind of power.

After paralyzing the entire barrier, Medea came to Illya's side and was happy to take on the role of teacher, instructing the lovely child in some trivial magical knowledge.

But when she saw the graffiti, she inexplicably thought of ink, the smelly ink spreading on the paper, twisting like earthworms.

They seemed to come alive, dancing wildly, their original structure stretched and distorted wantonly, growing as unrestrained as weeds in the wild.

Soon, they sensed Medea's gaze, and with a "whoosh," they scurried away, burrowing into the dried-up corpses whose blood had been drained, where their muscles and bones began to rot.

A distorted, nauseating magic gradually permeated the space, and some kind of ritual was performed, like a newborn baby craving food, devouring the blood temple in large gulps.

Medea finally understood that the so-called Temple of Blood was just a facade, used to cover up the bizarre ritual beneath and to provide it with sustenance!

Rotten flesh and bones began to fuse together, and a strange life force appeared in this enclosed space. In the shadows, monsters bared their fangs.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Those who seem strong are often the weak ones!

Archer, in his spirit form, approached the Matou family mansion. He had been seriously injured while trying to stop Rin Tohsaka from being captured the previous night, and after realizing he couldn't stop her, he decisively retreated.

Throughout his long career as a suppressor, he deeply understood that reckless brute force was a dead end, and it was better to step back, conserve his energy, and then make a gradual move.

Like now, he has found a great opportunity.

With the powerful eyesight granted by the Archer class, he waited on a high-rise building more than a thousand meters away and finally saw Matou Sakura and Medusa come out. He even witnessed them fighting with Izayoi Mirai. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that Matou Sakura's combat power was comparable to that of a Servant.

Very good, this isn't acting.

After mentally narrowing down the number of participants in this Holy Grail War, Archer felt confident. At most, the only one in the Matou residence was that strange, unkillable Servant, whose ability to fight head-on was terrible, except for his ultimate move which could only be used for sneak attacks.

This is a sure thing.

The protective barrier around the Matou residence was unexpectedly strong; at least, it was impossible for a spirit to enter. He manifested his form and skillfully climbed over it.

Like silt deposited in a swamp, murky magic filled the barrier. Red A felt as if he were walking through a clogged sewer. He stopped breathing; the air here was practically assaulting his lungs!

He held the two short swords, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, in his hands. Even the weakest servant is still a servant. If he were to fall into a trap, that arrogant girl would laugh him to death.