Sister Rescue Plan

Seeing Cú Chulainn leave, Mirai Izayoi released Medea and turned to walk towards Ryudouji Temple: "Let's go back, Medea."

"Wait a minute, Mirai-sama." Medea grabbed Mirai's arm and traced a healing magic spell with her fingers. "Let me heal you first."

When she looked at Yosuke Mirai, who was so close to her, she noticed that even the roots of his ears were red, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

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.

Meanwhile, in a basement, the dim candlelight flickered, illuminating a solemn face. Cú Chulainn, dressed in a dignified black priest's robe, appeared beside him.

"Lancer, how credible do you think his words are?" asked Father Kirei Kotomine, who had witnessed the entire event through Cú Chulainn's eyes and was the one who instructed Cú Chulainn to agree to Izayoi Mirai's request for an alliance.

“I think it’s highly credible.” Cú Chulainn’s face remained expressionless. “Didn’t you already agree to the alliance?”

"The key question is whether his knowledge encompasses all the summoned Servants, as he claims," ​​Kirei Kotomine said. "Clearly, he knows you're following him. His deliberate mention of your Noble Phantasm was meant to lure you out. It's hard to say whether that was a setup he set up."

“But he does know my identity, doesn’t he?” Cú Chulainn glanced at Kirei Kotomine, then lowered his head, his expression obscured by the dim light. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

“Perhaps he only knows your identity.” Kirei Kotomine seemed to be talking to himself.

"Kiri, what are you agonizing over now?" A magnetic voice echoed in the basement. With short, golden hair and jewel-like red hair, a handsome young man appeared, exuding arrogance from his very bones.

He smiled and said, "We knew what we were supposed to do a long time ago, didn't we?"

Upon hearing his words, a strange light shone in Kirei Kotomine's eyes. He smiled in a smile identical to the boy's, his thick, honest malice overflowing, and a hint of delighted praise escaped his lips: "Yes."

Human malice should be allowed to flourish in the world.

Chapter Six is ​​about to begin

Sa!

The three-foot-long blade sliced ​​through the air, striking the hardwood gun barrel, and then slicing forward along the barrel towards the hand gripping the gun.

Clad in a feathered robe, the figure moved like a fish in water, dodging the eight-foot-long spear, nimbly stepping forward to close the distance to within ten paces of the opponent.

At this distance, the spear was difficult to wield effectively. Although his long sword also had some limitations, it was not a significant issue given his swordsmanship.

A flash of white light, and the blade rested on the neck of Yoyo Mirai, a few wisps of her hair drifting down.

"You lost." A magnetic voice rang out, accompanied by a dashing jinbaori and a handsome face. Sasaki Kojiro moved his long sword aside, looking as dashing as a male protagonist straight out of a BL novel.

Medea, who was not far away, walked over quickly. Her gaze at Sasaki Kojiro was like a sharp, poisoned dagger, trying to pierce him with holes.

Sasaki Kojiro smiled indifferently. Such a gaze was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him; a swordsman devoted to the way of the sword would not care at all.

Medea took a towel and wiped the sweat from Mirai's face, her eyes softening instantly: "Mirai-sama, are you alright? Take a rest."

"No need, I feel great." Izayoi Mirai was already used to Medea's slightly intimate touch. His eyes were bright, and the battle just now had made him feel very refreshed.

I learned the spear technique last night during my fight with Cú Chulainn. Cú Chulainn would pause from time to time because he had stolen the basic spear techniques of the Celtic style, making his spear handling a bit stiff and awkward. However, once he was out of the fight, he could pick it up again after a few practice sessions.

As for Izayoi Mirai, she had Medea make a long spear for her. Through her battle with Sasaki Kojiro, she became familiar with the technique. With Medea's enhancement magic, she was on the same starting line as the Heroic Spirits in terms of physical ability. The only thing she lacked was combat experience.

He was never good at scheming. If he weren't weak, why would he hide in Ryudong Temple, fiddling with his fingers and thinking about how to kill others? Wouldn't it have been better to just push through?

After wiping the sweat from his head and neck, Yosuke Mirai's strength had recovered considerably, and he prepared to spar with Sasaki Kojiro again. The short day and a half of practicing breathing techniques had not accumulated much magic power in his body, but his muscles recovered much faster after fatigue, and his stamina was more abundant.

His battle with Sasaki Kojiro had lasted for four or five hours. From the initial instantaneous end to now being able to fight for dozens of rounds in a respectable manner, this intensity of combat was simply beyond what his previous stamina could support.

Yuuyo Mirai lowered her body slightly, pointing her gun tip diagonally downwards, assuming a stance like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Sasaki Kojiro took a few steps back, aiming the three-foot-long dried object at Yoshiyuki Mirai.

At this critical moment, the cell phone lying nearby rang.

That was a new phone I bought after I came into this world, and only one person knows the phone number.

Izayoi Mirai let out a breath and smiled at Sasaki Kojiro, saying, "It seems that's all for today, Kojiro. Thank you for your sparring."

“It’s alright.” Sasaki Kojiro smiled. “Being summoned to this era and fighting against heroes from different eras is already a rare and fortunate thing. However, consider this sparring session as my humble gratitude.”

Medea handed the phone to Yosuke Mirai, who then answered the call.

"Hey, has the stuff arrived?"

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, as if he hadn't had water in a long time: "Of course it's here. It's right below that Yuanzang Mountain. You can come and get it now."

After he finished speaking, the voice on the other end added, somewhat uneasy, "We haven't stopped for a second on this trip. We've traveled through seven or eight cities, speeding all the way here. We agreed to add another five million today, so you'd better keep your word."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't stole such a small amount of money." Having robbed several banks, Izayoi Mirai spoke with considerable confidence.

He carried two suitcases down the mountain, and Medea followed behind him. In the distance, they saw a large truck parked at the foot of the mountain, with several people with dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept for three days and three nights, pacing around and holding coffee in their hands.

"Where's the stuff? Let me see." Izayoi Mirai walked straight up to them. They looked at Izayoi Mirai, then at Medea behind her, their eyes widening. After staring at it for a while, the bespectacled man in the lead took out a box.

When the box was opened, it contained various ingenious machines, some of which were very small and wrapped in paper bags.

“These are samples. Each box contains this quantity. I’ve brought enough for the number you requested,” he said, glancing at the boxes in Mirai Izayoi’s hands.

“Very good.” Yushou Mirai nodded and opened the box. The box was full of “Fukuzawa Yukichi” and dazzled them. “Including the five million I added, there are twenty million in this box. Count them.”

After counting the amount, their hands were shaking. Twenty million yen in 1998 was enough for them to live a very good life, and this was just one transaction.

Their gazes involuntarily shifted to another box in Izayoi Mirai's hand.

“This is for you too.” Izayoi Mirai’s face seemed to have turned into an angel, proclaiming the gospel of the Lord. “I’m too lazy to carry all this stuff. You can leave this car to me, then go to the hotel and get a good night’s sleep. You can take the car back tomorrow.”

"Okay, okay." The group nodded repeatedly, afraid that Youxiao might change her mind in the future, and held the box tightly, unwilling to let go.

After they left, Medea used magic to move the carriage up the mountain.

She looked at these perplexing mechanical products with some confusion: "Future Lord, what are these? What are they used for?"

“These are listening devices and cameras,” said Mirai Yushou, stroking the small gadgets and fiddling with them according to the instructions.

Although Medea can command familiars, skilled magicians can detect their presence, let alone heroic spirits. It's unrealistic to try to enter their home to obtain more reliable information.

But listening devices are different. He specifically bought listening devices that could stick to the soles of people's shoes, and then had his familiars scatter them around each person's door, so they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to step on them.

With the advantage of intelligence, he will be able to plan his actions more calmly.

Thinking back to one of the five battles where players are killed by the old bug at the start, Yu Xiao Future has to be fully focused and find an opportunity to take down the old bug first!

Moreover, having not been able to find Shirou Emiya, Izayoi Mirai felt a vague unease. What changes had occurred to the original plot?

Chapter Seven, First Night

Following the diagrams in the instruction manual, Medea's familiars set up the listening device and camera, placed them in the designated locations, and then Izayoi Mirai turned on the included computer.

Audio and video files are sent directly here for real-time monitoring.

Staring at a monitor for a long time is a very tedious task, especially since it is daytime now. According to the tacit understanding among magicians, in order to ensure that the magic is not known to the world, the Holy Grail War will be held at night.

Therefore, Izayoi Mirai felt quite at ease learning enhancement magic from Medea in her room.

During the previous battle with Cú Chulainn, the enhancement magic had already demonstrated its power, capable of raising his physical attributes to the level of a Heroic Spirit. For Izayoi Mirai, whose current methods are still quite scarce, this is a very tempting and powerful weapon.

""Basic bones and explanations"

"Constituted materials, explanation"

"Basic bones, changes"

"Material composition and reinforcement"

......"

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Accompanied by a sound like steam erupting, the wooden stick in Mirai Izayoi's hand flickered with an uncertain light, twisting wildly like a water pipe.

Finally, with a "poof," it broke.

Enhancing magic requires a grasp and control of subtle structures, and the basic framework inside this wooden stick collapsed under the haphazard filling of magic.

"Failed again—"

Yosuke Mirai collapsed to the ground, feeling completely drained. The magical power he drew in through his breathing would be partially diverted into his body, while the rest would accumulate in a region called the dantian. Therefore, although he was constantly drawing magical power from the Great Source, the amount he actually accumulated was not much.

"Future Lord, please rest for a while." Seeing how tired Izayoi Mirai looked, Medea felt a pang of sympathy. She helped Izayoi Mirai up, letting his head rest on her lap, and gently massaged his head with her ten slender fingers, infusing them with a little magic.

"There's no need to rush," she gently comforted him. "This is just the beginning, and the future master is already learning very quickly."

Izayoi Mirai closed her eyes and softly hummed in agreement. Her face was a little hot, but she didn't refuse. She had indeed longed for the legendary lap pillow for a long time.

However, the learning progress is too slow.

Izayoi Mirai was somewhat troubled, as he probably wouldn't be able to learn it before the Holy Grail War ended.

Is there anything I can do to help with my studies?

He immersed his consciousness into the system space, where he found the items he had drawn in his last ten-pull. Apart from the Aura Concealment he had already used and the incomplete Five Mind Cessation Observation manual he was studying, he hadn't examined them closely yet.

"Hmm, a blank skill card and six blank notebooks?"

Blank Skill Card: This card can be used to write a skill into a card, turning it into a skill card that disappears after being used once.

Blank Notepad: Allows you to record a scene.

They don't seem to be of any use.

After thinking for a long time, Izayoi Mirai finally focused on the blank notebook. Should she record Medea's teaching scene and watch it slowly when she got back?

He took out a blank notebook from his personal space and sat up.

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.

The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed up on the horizon, the sky darkened, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, with stars appearing and disappearing.

An invisible shockwave spread out, and in the deserted campus, the air exploded like thunder, the stone floor was lifted up, and dirt flew down from the sky.

Short swords and spears tore through the air, clashing together in a short, intense exchange, sparks flying, and the surging magic disrupted the atmosphere, whipping up a violent wind.

There were two figures, one in blue and one in red. Cú Chulainn, who had previously met Izayoi Mirai, was fighting a Heroic Spirit with white hair and red clothes.

His opponent's skillful martial arts excited him. Unlike the bizarre interruption ability of Yoshiyuki Mirai, he felt incredibly exhilarated, and the blood in his veins burned with the long-awaited battle.

Yes, that's it. His mouth split open in an exaggerated, maniacal grin. There were no schemes or tricks, just heroes facing off and killing each other. That's how the Holy Grail War should be.

It doesn't matter if your opponent has a cold and indifferent expression.