The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

Now he has to make a sudden change and move the plan forward. With his temper, is it really impossible for him to... ?

"In fact, this matter was originally ordered by the King of Heroes himself," Tōsaka Tokiomi said slowly. "The King of Heroes had already been to the scene of the Heroic Battle that broke out this morning. After returning, the King of Heroes looked very strange, with a subtle anger burning in his heart. I guess he wanted to vent his anger on this matter."

"Since it's the King of Heroes' intention, there's no need to worry too much. I will act according to the plan tonight, teacher." A hint of disappointment flashed in Kotomine Kirei's eyes. To be honest, he still wanted to see his teacher being scolded by Gilgamesh.

For some reason, Tōsaka Tokiomi felt a chill running down his spine, as if being watched by something unclean. He looked around but found nothing. He couldn't help but sigh. The series of accidents had already made him a little mentally unstable. This was not good news.

"Only by strictly following the plan can I keep the initiative firmly in my hands." Tōsaka Tokiomi thought.

……

"What? You're all Wang Chong's Servants?" Mordred stared in shock at the three sisters and the Assyrian Empress who now appeared before her. Including herself, that meant Wang Chong now had five Servants under his command. And if she remembered correctly, that girl who had arrived from nowhere also looked quite impressive. She only discovered later that her helmeted Noble Phantasm had activated. The blonde girl was clearly not the Master Wang Chong had mentioned, but a Servant with some sort of skill. Add to that the fact that Wang Chong himself was a Servant...

What kind of Holy Grail War is this? One person has gathered the fighting power of seven people, and he doesn't even let others play.

All Mordred could say was, well, these thighs smell so good.

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"Sister Sai Mi, has the teacher never come back since then?" At this time, a little purple-haired head popped out, looked at so many people present, and asked tremblingly.

"Who is this kid?" Mordred just approached to ask, but he saw that the little head shrank back as soon as it noticed him approaching.

"...Tsk, I'm still not liked by kids as always." This didn't seem to be the first time this had happened. Mordred scratched his head in frustration... and then he scratched his helmet.

Oh, it turned out that I forgot to take off my spirit clothes. So I slapped my head and immediately took off my armor, changing back into that somewhat revealing outfit.

"Hmm? As expected, although the sound of her voice suggests she's a beauty, after removing the armor, she does have a unique, muscular beauty like those Greek heroines." Stheno glanced at Modred and said.

"Hey, even if you are a woman, if you treat me as a woman, I will not be polite at all." Mordred's eyes were stern and he said rudely.

"It's really strange? Why do you reject your own charm as a woman? Humph, but it's better, so there won't be more people snatching the Master away. And if we really talk about charm, you can't even be ranked." Stheno said in a somewhat tit-for-tat manner.

"You guy, do you want to die?"

"Ara? What? You still want to take action? Let's not talk about the consequences of internal strife when we are all under the same master. That kid is still watching here eagerly. What? Is this the deep impression you want to leave on the kid?" In the face of Mordred's threat, Stheno was not afraid, and his words were even like a cold blade.

“Click—”

The sound of clenched fists was heard, but Mordred did not get angry. He glanced at the little purple-haired girl who was still sticking her head out, snorted, and walked aside casually. Feeling that the atmosphere was really a little wrong, he went out for a walk.

Semiramis looked at it and shook her head. She didn't know what this Master was thinking, gathering all these problematic Heroic Spirits together. The Holy Grail War hadn't even begun, and already there were hints of infighting.

Semiramis didn't bother to deal with this matter, though. The Master was supposed to be responsible for coordinating the relationships between Servants. She didn't have the time to care for these troubled children. Wouldn't it be better to take care of a well-behaved and sensible one? Yes, that girl outside, Sakura. Semiramis took the initiative and went outside, dragging Sakura along for the day's magic lesson. In a few days, once the building was completed, she would have to stay there for three days and three nights chanting, so she had to plan the lessons for Sakura in advance.

Mordred wandered the corridor, feeling irritated by the Servant he'd just met. While he had his own issues, Mordred held onto his pride and dignity, and wouldn't tolerate anyone trampling on it. However, not long after he left, he suddenly saw the cloaked Servant from the previous room. Mordred stopped and asked, "What's up?"

"I'm here to apologize to you, Mordred, on behalf of my sister. My sister has always been like this, so please don't blame me." Little Medusa said.

Seeing such a lovely Servant like little Medusa come running to apologize to her, Mordred's original unhappy mood also dissipated a lot. She was not the type to be petty, so after seeing the other party's sincere apology, she sighed with some worry and said, "It's okay, I won't take it too seriously. I'm used to the inevitable friction between us due to personality differences. Besides, in your eyes, I'm the one who is being unreasonable."

"No, everyone has their past and boundaries they don't want to talk about. Even I can be very aggressive if something crosses that line." Little Medusa smiled calmly and continued, "A Master will have many Servants, and friction between them is inevitable due to unfamiliarity. However, precisely because of this, we need to understand each other even more and not cross each other's boundaries. Even though my sister didn't come to apologize in person, she actually wrote down everything you said, Mordred."

"Is this true?" Mordred said in surprise.

"Well, little Medusa has lived with my sisters for a long time. She knows them very well. Moreover, my sister is very strict. If she doesn't want to apologize, even I can't come over to apologize for her. After all, in my sister's eyes, the three of us sisters are one, and we prosper together and suffer together. So, the fact that my sister tacitly allowed me to come here also represents her attitude." Little Medusa said.

This made Mordred feel a little embarrassed, but he was also interested in the story of the three Gorgon sisters, so he said, "You three sisters have a really good relationship."

"After all, we are a family. Isn't this how family members should be?" Little Medusa said with a sweet smile.

"Family...?" Mordred fell silent.

Chapter 50: Mordred's Changes

"Um...did I say something wrong again?" Little Medusa asked apologetically upon seeing this.

"No, as you said, you don't understand me, so friction is inevitable... No, I should say that some friction can be avoided, as long as I can learn to be patient." For such a kind and lovely Servant, Mordred really wouldn't blame him for his careless words. Or rather, after this friction, Mordred felt like he understood a lot more.

Did staying in Britain before... restrict my vision? Did it limit me to seeing only those things? Now, through the platform of the Holy Grail War, I can look forward to more things. Will this growth be meaningful? Mordred didn't know, but he trusted his ancestral intuition and loved being here.

"Well, in this way, even if the Master is not around, we can still get along well and get along well with more servants in the future, without adding trouble to the Master." Little Medusa nodded and said.

"You also help maintain harmony among the servants. It seems that you really like this Master. You can protect him so spontaneously." Mordred couldn't help but sigh.

"Well... because the Master has fulfilled the greatest wish of the three of us. So we really, really... like the Master. It was the Master who gave us this opportunity to reunite. So, I will not let go of anyone who wants to hurt the Master and my sister. This is my bottom line." Little Medusa said seriously with a glint of light and determination in her eyes.

Seeing the little Medusa like this, Mordred couldn't help but grin and said, "It seems that my choice was not wrong. A Master who can gain the love and trust of a Servant like you will be a very interesting guy."

"Although that guy is strange, he hasn't arranged anything specific for us to do yet. He just asked us to stay here. But I have a feeling that he will do something big. Then we can make a big fuss... Well, there is also the thing that the Master promised me." Mordred said slowly.

"Little Medusa, my foolish sister, why do you take so long to talk? Don't you know it's time for afternoon tea?" Suddenly, Stheno's voice came from the room behind her. Little Medusa nodded to Mordred and said, "My sister called me. If we have time, let's talk about our relationship."

After saying that, little Medusa ran back to the room. After seeing her return to the room, Mordred relaxed his shoulders and continued to wander around the Matou family aimlessly.

"Hmm? Is there a sound of swords swinging?" Mordred had wandered into the basement of the Matou residence before he knew it. Because the basement was so quiet, the sound of swords swinging echoed throughout the entire silent space. This aroused Mordred's curiosity. Could there be a Servant here who was studying martial arts?

However, Mordred soon discovered his suspicions were wrong. A small figure appeared before his eyes, clearly a child, without the aura of a Servant. However, the other's swordplay and gait reminded Mordred of a move his Master, Wang Chong, had used against him before—a move that nearly pierced his kidney.

This piqued Mordred's interest, so he said, "Hey, kid. Do you want me to practice with you?"

When Xiao Liang Yi heard the voice, she stopped practicing, frowned, and said, "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about who I am. I can see that it's boring to practice alone, right? Do you want me to practice with you?" Mordred said with a bright smile.

"What a weirdo... Well then... look at the knife!" Xiao Liang Yi Shi muttered first, then looked at Modred. After speaking seriously, he threw the knife directly at Modred, and his figure flew towards Modred like a light swallow.

"Oh! Not bad." Mordred blocked the knife attack, deflecting it. However, for some reason, Ryougi Shiki appeared right in the knife's path. He grabbed the knife in mid-air, spun around, and the knife traced a perfect arc in the air, slicing towards Mordred. For a moment, the two of them exchanged blows, sweating profusely in the basement as if they were playing.

……

"This is where we'll be living from now on, Jeanne." Wang Chong brought Jeanne to the former Emiya residence. Of course, from now on, this place will no longer be called the Emiya residence, but the Wang Family Compound... although it sounds strange and doesn't quite fit in with Type-Moon's style.

"What if I adopt a certain Shirou on a whim in the future? He won't be called Wang Shirou... No, no, no, that sounds weird. Anyway, I have dealt with the black mud, so the fire in Fuyuki should not be able to start. Maybe Shirou-san will have a complete childhood." Wang Chong thought so.

"Such a big house, have they all been taken down?" Joan of Arc looked at the house in surprise and said involuntarily.

"Although this place is remote, it is well connected and is very suitable for our base. Moreover, we just experienced a battle nearby. I don't think those guys will find this place for a while. Then let me set up some warning magic circles. Then there is no need to worry about the other side's attack." Wang Chong said.

The warehouse in the original house was destroyed by Mordred, but fortunately Wang Chong had used the power of black fog to repair the warehouse in advance, so Joan of Arc did not notice anything wrong.

"Joan of Arc, let's clean up the house and other things in the afternoon, and then go to the shopping street to buy some daily necessities. We will focus on this place for the next few days." Wang Chong said.

Jeanne nodded, and after choosing her room, she began to clean it. Meanwhile, Wang Chong pretended to clean while using the black fog to receive information from various locations.

First, they headed to their true home base, the Matou Clan. Semiramis had reported that Mordred had a minor conflict with Stheno after returning. Fortunately, they had resolved the situation, and Mordred and Ryougi Shiki were getting along well, sparring and playing around, without too many incidents. Then, Matou Sakura began to miss Wang Chong, and would frequently ask Semiramis when he would return.

"The little girl is quite clingy." Wang Chong couldn't help but sigh.

In addition, Semiramis replied that the garden would be completed in a few days, and then the three-day and three-night chanting could begin. Matou Kariya and Lancelot were currently guarding near the magic barrier to prevent anyone from entering.

"It's a good thing that Matou Kariya and Lancelot went out first. If Lancelot met Mordred, he might find out something bad. It's better for the two of them to act separately for a while. Besides, Mordred is good at playing with children in a sense. After all, she is a big child. It's just right to let her accompany little Ryougi Shiki. As for little Matou Sakura, I'll have to trouble little Medusa to take care of her. But Medusa and Matou Sakura have a good compatibility in the original work, so there won't be any problem." Wang Chong thought so.

After Semiramis's affairs were concluded, the next thing was the reaction of the Holy Church and the Tōsaka family to what happened this morning. Wang Chong immediately contacted Kotomine Kirei.

"Is the plan advanced? Haha, that's going to be something interesting to watch." After receiving the news from Kotomine Kirei, Wang Chong smiled meaningfully. He had long ago had Semiramis place surveillance familiars near the Tōsaka residence, just to see the scene of a certain Streetlight King, Gossamer Hassan, with his own eyes.

"It's just right. When Hassan, the assassin, shows up, it will completely prove my point. The Holy Grail War hasn't even begun, but it's already so exciting. Kenneth, Emiya Kiritsugu, this Holy Grail War is now waiting for you two to enter." Wang Chong thought to himself.

Chapter 51: Mr. Jin's Bullying Game

Night fell quickly. Joan of Arc had just finished bathing and her hair was not yet dry when Wang Chong suddenly grabbed her and brought her into the room.

For a moment, the room was filled with women's exclamations and men's snickering sounds, as if a man had succeeded in something.

"Are...are you sure you want to do this? Wouldn't that be a bad idea?" Joan of Arc's tone was full of doubt and a little uneasiness.

"It's just for a moment, and everyone can do this kind of thing. It's better to do it now so that you can get used to it sooner, right?" Wang Chong said comfortingly.

"But……"

"Don't worry, maybe it will open your eyes later."

"...But I always feel...instead of hiding in the room, why don't we go out and do this kind of thing openly?"

"I didn't expect you to be so bold, Jeanne. Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Uh... okay, let's do it at home." Joan of Arc said helplessly.

"Then I'm going to start. Watch carefully, I'm sure you'll be amazed."

"!!!"

"How about it? Did you see it clearly? Are you surprised?" Wang Chong said with some pride.

"It's really clear... I've only heard that familiars can serve as human eyes, but I didn't expect that the images can be shared on this iron box." Joan of Arc said in amazement as she looked at the content playing on the TV.

Don't get me wrong, they weren't playing cards or popping champagne in the room. They were actually doing something serious. Wang Chong had just explained to Jeanne that he was currently controlling some weak animals as familiars, observing the two major Fuyuki families—the Matou and Tōsaka clans. He then used magic to transmit the images to the television in front of them.

He also explained to Jeanne the purpose of this action: the hosts of the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City were the Matou, Tōsaka, and Einzbern families. Monitoring these three families often yielded more intelligence and information. However, since the Einzbern family hadn't yet sent anyone, there was no need to focus on them.

Joan of Arc initially disapproved of this practice of peeping at others, and even asked why they didn't investigate in person. However, she was persuaded by Wang Chong, and in the end, she could only sit obediently beside Wang Chong and watch the somewhat motionless scene.

"It seems that nothing has changed." Joan of Arc couldn't help but say after looking for a long time.

"You can't always see what's going on. After all, there are still a few days before the Holy Grail War begins. There's not much to do during the long night, so just treat this as a way to kill time. If nothing happens by bedtime, then just sleep peacefully." Wang Chong said.

"That's right... huh? What is that?" Joan of Arc nodded in response when she suddenly noticed a black figure running quickly in the jungle and pointed at it.

"Is it here?" Wang Chong thought to himself, feigning surprise. "Is there really something going on? Jeanne, you're really lucky. A special situation has arisen right from the start."

"Before the Holy Grail War, a special situation occurred. Is this good luck or bad luck?" Joan of Arc sighed, and after she finished speaking, she stared at the guy who flashed by and turned into a black dot.

"Don't worry, I'll switch the screen. I've placed familiars in many places, so that guy can't escape my tracks." After Wang Chong finished speaking, he began to switch perspectives and chase the figure.

"A concealed figure, a black cloak... could it be the Assassin from last night?" Jeanne frowned. She hadn't expected him to stir up trouble again tonight, setting his sights on the Tōsaka family, the host of this Holy Grail War. Sure enough, the darkness behind this Holy Grail War was even more troublesome than she had anticipated.

"I'm not sure, it seems a little different... We'll know when he runs out of the jungle... Look! He's coming out." Wang Chong kept adjusting the picture and finally captured the scene of the other party jumping out of the jungle. Under the moonlight, the skull covering the opposite face appeared clearly in the eyes of the two.

"Wait, this isn't the Assassin from last night." Joan of Arc couldn't help but say.

"Well, not only that, this is the origin of the word Assassin - Hassan! Their features are so obvious that you don't even need to look at their Noble Phantasms; just their faces can tell you their identities." Wang Chong explained.

"In that case... then there really are two Assassin's Heroic Spirits. Adding the one from the daytime, there might also be an extra Caster-class Heroic Spirit." Jeanne frowned and said.

"When the enemy comes, we will fight him with soldiers; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. Since we have already made plans for the worst, now it is just a verification of your and my guesses. Don't worry about it, just focus on the present. If you worry too much, you will lose your way." Wang Chong reminded.

"That's true... Is that Hassan trying to destroy the Tōsaka family's magic barrier?" Jeanne continued to focus on the scene. She saw Hassan flicking the stones in his hand one by one, directly breaking the gems arranged in the garden, and the magic barriers used as warnings were easily destroyed.

Hassan fell into the grass and stood up without any harm.

"As expected of a Brotherhood member, the Leap of Faith truly lived up to my expectations." Wang Chong couldn't help but grumble.

Hassan was seen strolling in the garden, performing a series of difficult gymnastic movements, easily avoiding the blockades and warnings of the magic barriers. Finally, he approached the center of the garden, the core of the magic barrier.

"Hmph, it's a piece of cake." Hassan smiled contemptuously and reached out to grab the ruby ​​placed at the core.

"call out--"

"Boom!"

"Wow!!!" Hassan cried out in pain, only to see his outstretched hand completely nailed to the platform by a spear. Hassan struggled to look up in the direction of the spear, only to hear a proud and cold voice from above:

"Crawling insect on the ground, who allowed you to raise your head?"

“Swish, swish, swish, swish—!!!”

Then, dozens of Noble Phantasms launched with crushing force at the defenseless Hassan. In an instant, countless explosions echoed, and countless craters appeared on the ground. Hassan had already been shattered, his flesh and blood a mess, and it could be said that he was deader than dead.

"You are not qualified to look at me. A bug should act like a bug. Always stare at the ground and then die." Standing on the eaves of the Tohsaka family was a blond man in golden armor. Dozens of Hueco Mundo appeared behind him, and within the Hueco Mundo were the figures of various Noble Phantasms.

The scene ends here completely.

"Golden Gilgamesh vs. Hassan's clone, this is a total bully match." Wang Chong couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"That man... is the one I met this morning? Is he the Heroic Spirit possessed by the Tōsaka family? No wonder he's so arrogant, effortlessly slaying a Servant with a single wave of his hand. And those countless Noble Phantasms..." Jeanne was momentarily dazed after watching the battle. She had expected a close fight, but she never expected it to be a one-sided crushing defeat.

"Wait... so, doesn't that mean a Master has already been eliminated before the Holy Grail War even begins?" Jeanne couldn't help but say.

"This kind of thing has happened before. After all, everyone summoned the Heroic Spirits much earlier this time. In fact, when all the Heroic Spirits were summoned, the Holy Grail War had already begun. The reason it hasn't started now is simply because the magic power nurtured by the Holy Grail has not yet arrived at the right time." Wang Chong said slowly.

"Compared to this, do you have any other opinions about this battle?" Wang Chong asked.

"That man is very strong... However, as a Judge, I also have ways to restrain him. It's just that... for a Servant like this, I still hope that he is not from the camp of the Abnormal Servant. Besides, a Heroic Spirit should only use a few Noble Phantasms in his lifetime. But how could he have so many... If only I had been there just now. I could have used the class skill of True Name Detection to see through his information." Jeanne said.

"It doesn't matter. If that king seems so proud, maybe if we go up to him and ask him properly, he might reveal his true name," Wang Chong said. "Throughout history, those who have become kings and overlords have always possessed unparalleled pride. It's impossible for such a person to hide their name. We'll soon find out after the Holy Grail War."

"Then Wang Chongjun, are you sure you can deal with him?" Jeanne asked curiously.

"Humph, even if you don't believe me, I'm invincible below demigods, and I can trade one for one with anyone above demigods. I didn't say that, but the person who gave me the power said it to me."

I'm saying the same thing, brother. Are you afraid of Enkidu's entanglement? Your divinity is probably too high.