Sister Rescue Plan

Wake up! You don't even have a girlfriend, so where would you get a wife from?

Izayoi Mirai slapped her face hard, trying to wake herself from her unrealistic fantasies.

Medea looked at his flushed face, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing," Izayoi Mirai brushed it off. "Let's go eat. I'm really looking forward to Caster's cooking."

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Chapter 4 Correct Use of Caster

After the meal, the light of the Heroic Spirit Summoning Circle lit up in front of the mountain gate of Ryudong Temple.

Summoning Heroic Spirits should be a right that only mages can exercise, and Heroic Spirits cannot summon Heroic Spirits. However, Medea was summoned to the world as a Caster, exploiting a loophole in the Holy Grail rules, and was able to illegally summon Heroic Spirits.

The barrier covering the entire Ryudou Temple has been set up. Whether it's a magician or a heroic spirit, they can only enter through the main gate. They can't climb over the wall. This is also the purpose of Medea's illegal summoning.

—To guard the gate of Ryudong Temple and prevent those who shouldn't be allowed in from entering.

A hazy, purplish-blue light rose, and a clear, elegant voice rang out:

"Assassin's Servant, Sasaki Kojiro, has come to receive orders."

The moon was just beginning to appear, and the hazy light, like a thin veil, shone down, illuminating the purple feathered robe and the five-foot-long sword, making her look exceptionally elegant.

"Assassin, your task is to guard this door and not allow anyone to pass through, understand?"

Perhaps because Medea was in the presence of Yoshinari, she was unwilling to show closeness to other men, and her tone of voice became somewhat stern.

However, Sasaki Kojiro didn't seem to care and accepted the order with a smile.

"Yes, Master."

Two dark figures left Ryudouji Temple and disappeared into the darkness. Medea led the way with Izayoi Mirai. Today, while setting up the barrier, Medea also released her familiars to explore the surrounding roads.

Izayoi was somewhat lost in thought, letting Medea pull him forward.

Currently, Medea, as a Caster, and Sasaki Kojiro, as an Assassin, are consistent with the original work. So, will the other Heroic Spirits be the same as the original work?

But which storyline will this be?

Although every Caster team in every route is heading towards death, what about the HF route—

Izayoi Mirai gazed in one direction, her gaze seemingly piercing through countless buildings, landing on that gloomy mansion, where she truly died before she could do anything.

Unfortunately, after the last incident, the system no longer allowed him to use its power. Otherwise, with the system's technology, he only needed to leave Fuyuki City and bring over a bunch of missiles to destroy the remaining few Heroic Spirits and Masters.

Medea stopped in her tracks, and Izayoi Mirai awoke from her reverie: "Have we arrived yet?"

What appeared before him was the very target of his journey—

Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation.

That's right, Mirai Izayoi's first goal is to use the power of Caster to rob a bank!

To be precise, it was theft, so he deliberately chose the time when the bank employee had already left work at night.

After all, one of them was a newly arrived transmigrator, and the other was a newly summoned heroic spirit; neither of them had a penny to their name.

Today's meal was made with ingredients that Ryudouji Temple had reserved. If we don't find a way to make some money, Yoshou will probably become the first Master in history to starve to death.

Using magic to steal money from ordinary people, not to mention that Izayoi Mirai's conscience might be a little troubled, whether it would even be enough is also a question, so the only option is to target banks.

Since they were all established by large conglomerates, stealing from a few places shouldn't cause any serious damage, right?

Magical patterns lit up the wall; without mysterious protection, even the thickest wall built by ordinary people could not stop the two.

Looking at the boxes piled high with banknotes and gold, Youxiao Mirai took out a sack she had prepared beforehand.

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After emptying the three banks, Izayoi Mirai filled the sacks she had brought with her, and put all the money into the space created by Medea using imaginary number magic.

Medea's cooperation made Izayoi Mirai very fortunate. Putting aside whether she had the ability to "take" money from the bank, many heroic spirits who upheld the belief of heroism would not agree to such behavior at all.

"What's wrong, Mirai-sama?" Medea noticed that Izayoi Mirai was getting distracted from time to time when they started to act.

“It’s nothing.” Izayoi Mirai smiled. “I just feel so lucky that the Heroic Spirit I made a contract with is you.”

"Is...is that so?" Medea lowered her head, the crimson color spreading all the way down her neck. However, she paused slightly, and instead of walking in front of Izayoi Mirai, the two of them walked side by side.

The atmosphere between the two subtly shifted, and Izayoi Mirai, feeling somewhat awkward, changed the subject:

"Caster, you were lying there injured earlier, which Servant injured you?"

“It was Lancer.” Medea recalled with a hint of gritted teeth, “How dare a Lancer ambush me, a Caster, and I couldn’t stop him.”

After saying this, she felt a little uneasy. Normally, Servants are summoned by magicians by drawing magic circles, but she lied to her former Master and used the Noble Phantasm to break the contract between them.

Although Izayoi Mirai doesn't have the qualifications of a magician and theoretically shouldn't know these things, through today's conversation, he seems to have a clear understanding of the Holy Grail War.

If he were to question Medea, her betrayal of her Master would inevitably be exposed, especially since she was already known as the "Witch of Betrayal"...

To Medea's relief, Izayoi Mirai didn't ask the questions that worried her, but instead focused on the lancer who had almost sent her back to the Throne of Heroes:

"So, the spearman who injured you was wearing a blue bodysuit and wielding a scarlet spear?"

Medea was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, how did you know, Future Lord? Did you see him?"

Lancer's identity remained unchanged. Yushou Mirai's eyes flickered, she noted this information down, and casually replied:

"No, but I roughly know his identity. We'd better find a way to kill him at the hands of another Heroic Spirit. His Noble Phantasm is almost a sure kill, it's a real headache."

"Oh my, young man, you seem to know exactly who I am." A voice tinged with arrogance rang out, extremely clear in the quiet night.

The sound came from behind. Medea turned around and quickly protected Yosuke Mirai. Her blue figure gradually solidified, and a scarlet spear was slung over her shoulder. She looked relaxed and at ease, and her confident posture did not seem like she was facing an opponent of the same level.

He gripped his spear, gracefully twirled it, and leaned against the telephone pole: "I thought you were just an outsider who knew nothing, who stumbled upon a dying Servant and used magic to become a petty thief. I didn't expect you to know so much."

His blood-red eyes stared at Yushou Mirai's purple eyes, and sharp canines protruded from his lips, revealing a dangerous smile: "Hey, you seem to have some pretty impressive eyes."

“No, it’s just a useless ability, far inferior to yours. Would you be interested in forming an alliance?” Izayoi Mirai smiled humbly. “Child of Light of Ireland.”

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Well, it's always a bit busy at the start of the semester~

Chapter Five: Reaching a Consensus

"An alliance?" Cú Chulainn grinned, his white teeth reflecting a chilling aura, reminiscent of the sharp teeth of a ferocious beast. His body was slightly lowered, and the muscles beneath his tight-fitting clothes flowed like mercury, like a mastiff eyeing its prey.

"Kid, let me see what you're qualified for."

Before he could finish speaking, the bricks beneath Cú Chulainn's feet exploded, and he strode across space in a few large steps, arriving in front of Izayoi Mirai. His spear tore through the air and whistled as he swung it at him.

Yoruichi shuddered, sending Medea away. With a light tap of her toes, she leaned in and nestled into Cú Chulainn's arms. Her left hand rested on the gun barrel, while her right fist clenched like a snake's tongue, biting at Cú Chulainn's left rib.

His strong muscles could probably absorb the blows to the greatest extent and protect his internal organs, but his ribs couldn't.

Even if a head-on confrontation results in mutual destruction, he has Medea to heal him, but what about Father Mapo? Perhaps it's more reliable to rely on him and Cú Chulainn to replenish mana for healing.

Snapped!

Cú Chulainn raised his left arm to block Mirai Izayoi's fist. His serpent technique was ultimately incomplete, not as agile, varied, ghostly, and insidious as the complete version.

But unexpectedly, when Izayoi Mirai's fist landed on Cú Chulainn's left arm, his movements froze for a moment, and the coordination between his limbs became disordered, as if he had suddenly forgotten how to make a move.

Izayoi Mirai didn't let this opportunity pass. She slammed her head into Cú Chulainn's chin, and despite feeling dizzy, she aimed her hands at Cú Chulainn's neck and slashed at him with her knees.

Slide—

The scarlet spear pierced between the two at an incredible angle. The hard and resilient shaft swung with a "snap," and despite Mirai Yushou's best efforts to dodge, her left side and right shoulder were sliced ​​open by the sharp spear tip, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Future-sama——"

From the moment the two clashed until now, only a few seconds had passed. When Izayoi Mirai retreated injured, Medea, whom he had pushed aside, stepped forward and hugged him. A blazing white light screen lit up from the sky behind her, densely packed with intense magical fluctuations. An attack carrying Medea's rage was about to erupt in the next moment.

At that moment, a hand grasped Medea's wrist, and Izayoi Mirai's voice was clear and firm: "Caster, stop."

"Future Master!" Medea was clearly unwilling. Her Master had been injured twice on the same day because of her negligence. This was an irreparable mistake for any Heroic Spirit loyal to their Master. She now only wanted to use magic to blast the spearman in front of her to death.

"I said, stop." Yushou Mirai repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument. They hadn't even gathered all seven classes yet, so there was no point in fighting Cú Chulainn to the death, not to mention they might not even be able to win.

Medea was somewhat unwilling, but she still dispelled the large-scale magic she was about to unleash.

Seeing this, Cú Chulainn, who had been on guard, relaxed. He turned his spear upside down and planted it in the ground. He gripped the spear so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his legs unconsciously leaned inward, making his posture look extremely strange.

Izayoi glanced discreetly at the spot where he had just been kneed, and chuckled, "So, Cú Chulainn, do I deserve to be your ally?"

Cú Chulainn took a deep breath and, upon hearing Izayoi Mirai's question, instinctively puffed out his chest, pretending to be nonchalant: "My master has agreed to your request for an alliance, but I have the advantage in terms of military strength, so we will need your keen intelligence."

"Don't worry." Izayoi Mirai smiled, her eyes narrowing. "I can still see a little bit about the Servants in this Holy Grail War. However, it's getting late. Let me go back and treat my wounds. We can talk about this again tomorrow, okay?"

"All Servants?"

“All Servants.” Izayoi Mirai thought for a moment, then added, “Of course, this only applies to those that have already been summoned.”

"Oh?" Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow, seemingly provocatively. "You also know the identity of the witch behind you? You should know..."

"Cú Chulainn!" Medea interrupted Cú Chulainn before he could finish speaking, her anger mixed with fear. The reputation of the "Witch of Betrayal" was already bad, not to mention that she had betrayed her previous Master and killed him.

Although there were reasons for it, but...

“You’re wrong, Cú Chulainn.” Mirai Izayoi suddenly hugged Medea tightly and stroked her smooth, long blue hair. “She’s not a witch, she’s a princess.”

“Future Lord, I…” Medea’s body went limp, and the fear in her eyes was replaced by tenderness.

"Hahahaha—" Cú Chulainn laughed heartily, "What an interesting lad, I'm looking forward to your performance."

His body gradually faded, turning into spiritual particles, and disappeared before the two of them.