The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Yes, and one of your old acquaintances has become the referee and is maintaining the normal operation of this Holy Grail War in a fair and just manner." Wang Chong said.

"Who?"

"Bai Zhen."

"...Hehehe, hahahaha, is that boring Saint Lady doing such stupid things again? Okay, very good, I'd like to have a good meeting with her." Black Joan of Arc said with a terrifying smile.

"As I said just now, due to time travel, the heroes of this world no longer recognize you and me. So Bai Zhen doesn't know anything about us," Wang Chong explained.

"Huh? Hahahaha! That's great! I'm sure the Saint would be very happy if she saw me like this." Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but let out her signature laugh, then continued, "So, are we going to go find that woman now?"

"No rush. I'm with her for the time being, but things are a bit complicated... Then what you have to do next..." Wang Chong briefly described his relationship with Joan of Arc, and then began to explain to Black Joan of Arc his plans for tonight.

"I see, that woman is still as stupid as ever. Then Master, I and you will have some fun with that saint." A hint of excitement and a little madness flashed in Black Jeanne's eyes.

Chapter 58: The First Night of the Holy Grail War

Night began to slowly fall. Wang Chong had already swapped places with his clone. Because Kariya had left the magic barrier with Lancelot, Semiramis's magic barrier still needed guarding. This task was perfectly suited for his clone. After Wang Chong finished dinner with Jeanne, he led her towards Fuyuki Harbor.

"That spearman has been releasing his aura without any scruples all day long. I don't know whether to praise him for his persistence or say he's too arrogant." Wang Chong walked in front, while Jeanne walked behind, and the two ran towards Fuyuki Port.

"Are you sure the Battle of Heroes will start over there soon?" asked Joan of Arc.

"Of course. This guy has been provoking us all day long. It's not that others don't know this, but they just don't want to take action in the daytime with so many witnesses. Now that night has fallen, do you think they will still be patient?" Wang Chong explained.

"That's right...at that time?"

"Don't worry, you just need to pretend to be my Master. I don't need any other support. I know that Jeanne will only take action against abnormalities in the Holy Grail War and will not interfere with the Holy Grail War itself. I won't make things difficult for you." Wang Chong replied.

"Thank you, Wang Chongjun. Don't worry, if you lose, I will definitely protect your life. This is also the promise I made to you." Joan of Arc smiled and nodded, saying.

"Well, remember the right words later. Don't call them by mistake. And don't reveal your identity as the judge unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Got it, Caster." Jeanne nodded.

Unseen by Jeanne, Wang Chong began to harness the power of the black mist, contacting Mordred and the three Gorgon sisters, who had been waiting near the port area, as well as Black Jeanne, who had set out from Mount Enzo, eager to make her move. As for Matou Kariya, he was focused solely on Tōsaka Tokiomi. He was poised to shine the moment a certain Streetlight King emerged.

"Hmm? A message from Kirei? Hum? As expected, the King of Knights has appeared. If we hurry, we might as well not miss this exciting event."

"I can feel the presence of many servants ahead. There are even more servants rushing towards the port." Joan of Arc said hurriedly.

"It looks like the first Holy Grail War will be very intense. We can't afford to be slowed down! Joan of Arc!" Wang Chong walked towards the battlefield excitedly. He couldn't wait to collect points from those heroic spirits.

……

And in the container area of ​​Fuyuki Port, a classic scene is beginning to unfold.

A beautiful blond lady in formal attire, with a delicate and fair face like a porcelain doll and long silver hair like a waterfall, came to the area where they sensed the appearance of the heroic spirit.

The appearance of the two women undoubtedly adds a touch of glamour to the scene. The blonde is a renowned Type-Moon actress, known for her many similarities to the Knight King, Altria Pendragon. She's also Saber's iconic Heroic Spirit, known for goofy nicknames like "Ailuropod" and "The Stupid King." But there's no doubt that Ailuropod's face is undeniably charming, never tiresome, and remains radiantly handsome and captivating.

Behind her is the renowned First Lady of Type-Moon, Irisviel von Einzbern. Her doll-like face, coupled with her mature charm and graceful figure, is enough to send any man's testosterone into a frenzy. She's simply captivating.

"You call that liking? I think you are just coveting Mrs. Irisviel's body! You are a slut!" the system said bluntly.

"Humph! What's wrong with me wanting Irisviel's body? I just want it, and I'm being honest." Wang Chong retorted bluntly.

With his current physical condition, he could see everything that happened on the dock even from a long distance. At this moment, the servant who was emitting a breath of his own slowly walked out from the darkness.

"Wow, you're really wearing it?" Wang Chong rubbed his eyes. He had seen it for sure. Diarmait truly was dressed in Bushido attire, appearing before everyone. In each hand, he held a spear wrapped in red cloth, with only the tip visible. It was a complete mismatch between the weapons he held and his samurai garb.

"Congratulations to the host for tricking Diarmait into wearing Bushido clothes to start the Holy Grail War, which became everyone's laughing stock. The host is specially rewarded with 50 villain points ~ the current points are 250 points. I hope the host will continue to work hard." The system immediately popped up a reward level notice, which made Wang Chong even more confused.

"No, big brother, do you really believe it? It's fine if you believe it, but Director Kenneth Ken, why did you believe it too?" Wang Chong complained. Joan of Arc, who was standing behind him, had obviously seen the scene as well. Knowing the whole story, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

As for King Ainz and Irisviel, the master and servant in name only, they also looked at each other at this incongruous scene, and also couldn't understand what the other was doing.

However, Diarmait clearly didn't think so. Instead, with a bright smile, he solemnly began his pre-prepared speech: "You're just in time! I've been swaggering around this city all day, but no one's willing to show their face. Fortunately, I later figured out the reason and spent the whole afternoon studying. Finally, I followed the correct duel preparation rituals, and you've indeed been invited."

King Ainz looked at Irisviel, and Alice shook her head slightly in confusion. At first glance, the words from the other party seemed to be fine, but when they thought about it carefully, they felt that everything was weird and they had no idea what the other party wanted to express.

However, this did not prevent Saber from gathering his aura. The opponent was undoubtedly a hostile Servant, and he had to protect Irisviel. Diarmuid, who looked a bit comical in his samurai attire, could not help but admire Saber's aura, saying, "This clear fighting spirit, it seems you are Saber, right?"

"That's right, and you are Lancer, right?" Saber responded.

“I can’t even exchange names with my opponent, who I’m about to fight to the death with. What a disappointing constraint.” Diarmait brandished two brushes… ahem, two spears and blades, and took a fighting stance.

At this time, a blue light appeared under Saber, and her spiritual clothes began to change. The aura or the Wind King's barrier blew Saber's golden hair. After the howling wind, Saber had changed into her standard Knight King armor, holding the treasure that was blocked by the Wind King's barrier - Excalibur Sword of Promised Victory (EX Curry Stick) in her hand, and pointed it at the warrior in front of her, Diarmait.

In the darkness, a small figure, upon witnessing this scene, trembled all over, on the verge of dashing out. But she remembered the words a certain male figure had spoken to her. Her hands gripped the container tightly, nearly tearing it apart, yet she held back. Ultimately, she resisted the urge to rush forward and watched quietly.

"Saber, be careful! Although I can use healing magic to assist, that's all..." Irisviel said worriedly from behind.

"Leave Lancer to me, but the other Master's refusal to show himself is a concern. He might be up to some tricks, so please be careful." After saying this, Saber took a breath, prepared herself, and then said, "Alice, you have my back."

"I understand, Saber, please bring me victory!"

"Yes! I will definitely fulfill your mission."

……

When Wang Chong and Jeanne finally arrived at the scene, Diarmait and Saber were engaged in a fierce battle. The two of them exchanged whispers while watching.

"How is it? Are those two servants normal?" Wang Chong asked.

"They look quite normal. I already know their faceplates and true names. If nothing unexpected happens, they are most likely not the unusual Servants we are looking for. After all, their identities make it difficult for them to respond to the summons of an unusual Master." Jeanne explained, "Because they are most likely Heroic Spirits fighting normally, I'm sorry I can't tell you their true names and statistics directly, especially the Heroic Spirit who has hidden her Noble Phantasm. It's because her Noble Phantasm is so well-known that her identity can be known at a glance based on it."

"Then Joan of Arc, based on your judgment, who do you think might be better?" Wang Chong asked suddenly.

Chapter 59: Betting with Joan of Arc

"Eh? Who's going to win?" Jeanne was stunned. She hadn't expected Wang Chong to ask this question. After pondering for a while, she thought carefully and said, "Based on the data on paper, Saber has a better chance of winning."

"As expected, Saber's class itself is excellent. Coupled with the opponent's invisible weapon, it is impossible to defend against it. Her combat skills are also superb. In addition, Jeanne, you can see through the true names and Noble Phantasms of both parties... That means Saber must be quite well-known, so you can make such a judgment." Wang Chong said.

"So... Wang Chongjun, are you asking me this on purpose so that you can guess the other person's real name?" Jeanne asked.

"No, I want to make a bet with you, Jeanne."

"Make a bet?"

"Well, I'm betting on the lancer to win." Wang Chong said with a smile, "How about it? Want to make a bet? You bet on the Saber, and I'll bet on the Lancer. The loser agrees to a small condition for the winner. How about that? Of course, the fulfillment of this condition will definitely not be against justice or morality, and it will not require you, Jeanne, to break the rules."

"Even if Wang Chongjun didn't say that last sentence, I would still be willing to agree to this bet. I still have great faith in your character, Wang Chongjun, and you won't let me do anything that is too difficult. However, Wang Chongjun is so confident, could it be that he has seen something?" Joan of Arc asked curiously.

"Maybe, or maybe I just think that Dill is pretty good. Don't look at the way he showed off in the mall before, and now he looks a little stupid and naive in this funny samurai outfit. But after chatting with him for a while, you will know that this guy is far from being as simple as he looks. Moreover, after witnessing his battle with my own eyes, I now have reason to suspect that he deliberately wore this outfit just to wait for us." Wang Chong said lightly.

"Eh? You mean, he's pretending to be doing all this? And he's already discovered that we're participants in the Holy Grail War?" Joan of Arc asked in surprise.

"Well, in my hometown, fighting often reveals a person's true nature. This is especially true in life-or-death battles. To survive, people often fully demonstrate their strengths and stop hiding." Wang Chong pointed at Lancer, who was engaged in a fierce battle, and said, "His fighting is very methodical. Even in such a fierce battle, he still retains his strength, acting with calculated strategies and always striking first. At the very least, this fighting style proves that his opponent is definitely not a fool."

"His provocative behavior during the day was probably the result of careful consideration. He wanted others to mistakenly think that he was just a brave and courageous lunatic and look down on him. In this way, it seems that we have become the naive people who have jumped out in the eyes of others." Wang Chong said with a smile.

"...Indeed." Joan of Arc nodded after hearing this. After all, as a former commander, she had a keen eye for this matter. After hearing Wang Chong's explanation, she began to reconsider this Celtic hero. After all, how could the foremost elite warrior of the renowned Irish Fianna Fáil be such a fool?

"If that's the case, the winner will depend on who uses their Noble Phantasm first." Jeanne said after rethinking it.

"Oh? Why is that?" Wang Chong's understanding of the outcome of this battle stemmed largely from his prior knowledge of the plot. However, he was surprised to learn that Joan of Arc, drawing on intelligence from both sides and her own insights, could discern this with such a keen eye. After all, Joan of Arc, the Saint who saved France, was incredibly sensitive to battle.

"I can't explain the specific reasons, but if Lancer uses his Noble Phantasm first and uses some tactical deception to lure Saber into it, then Lancer will win. On the contrary, if Saber can release her Noble Phantasm without any worries, then Lancer will definitely lose." Jeanne said slowly.

"That's something to look forward to." Wang Chong said as he watched the two people fighting fiercely.

I didn't expect that Jeanne d'Arc would actually directly foreshadow the reason for Saber's defeat. No wonder Jeanne d'Arc was chosen as the judge.

But someone in the dark couldn't help themselves anymore. Holding the container, they thought to themselves, "Father, what the hell is she doing?! Can't she even take down a guy like this? What a joke!"

After a fierce battle, both sides temporarily stopped fighting and exchanged some business praises. At this moment, the voice of Diarmait's Master, Kenneth, was heard from above: "Let's end the game here, Lancer."

Irisviel was startled and looked around, trying to find the other party's Master.

"Don't let the battle drag on any longer. That Saber is a strong enemy, get rid of her quickly. You are allowed to reveal your Noble Phantasm." The voice sounded again.

"Director Ken, you're standing so high up without any shelter. Be careful or your head might get blown off." Wang Chong complained while looking at Kenneth on the top of the warehouse above.

He had long known that Kiritsugu, the sixth brother, was there, crouching somewhere waiting to fire a shot. Therefore, he and Jeanne had deliberately hidden in places like shipping containers, which had various view obstructions, to observe the battle between Diarmuid and Slowpoke.

Although he will definitely come out soon, it doesn't stop him from hiding now.

"Understood, my lord." After hearing these words, Diarmait dropped the pistol in his left hand to the ground and began to untie the bandages on the spear in his right hand. A red spear appeared before everyone's eyes. While King Ainz and Irisviel were drawn to the red spear Diarmait displayed, Wang Chong and Jeanne both glanced at the pistol Diarmait had just casually discarded.

"Is that so... Hmm? Did Wang Chong also notice that weapon?" Jeanne looked at Wang Chong and said.

"Well, even if one of the weapons isn't a Noble Phantasm, there's no need to just throw it on the ground. That guy's fighting style clearly shows he's an expert at dual wielding... I'm afraid he's deliberately trying to make others think his only Noble Phantasm is the red spear," Wang Chong said. "If that Saber really believes that, she's probably going to suffer a great loss."

"Well...it's not just a matter of suffering a great loss. However...if that Saber can also release her Noble Phantasm, then the outcome is hard to say." Jeanne said with a frown.

"Saber, will you continue to use the gathered wind magic to hide your sword?" Diarmait stared at Saber. After noticing a slight change in her expression, he smiled slightly and said, "I see. So, you have a reason to hide your sword? It seems your true name can be revealed through your sword."

"I'm sorry, Lancer, you can't know the true identity of my sword. I will decide the outcome before it is exposed!" Saber raised her sword and said.

"That's not necessarily true. I'll reveal the true form of this invisible sword! Saber." Diarmait stepped forward, and once within striking range, he swiftly struck out. The tip of his spear flashed a streak of red light, piercing Saber. Saber struck back swiftly, intercepting Diarmait's thrust with her sword. But what followed was beyond Saber's expectations. The air covering the sword was swept away, revealing a ray of golden light. In an instant, the veil of the Sword of Promised Victory was lifted.

"So that's how it is. I already know their real names." Wang Chong deliberately said this in front of Jeanne. After all, he already knew who these two people were, but at this moment, he could reasonably deduce their identities.

"The tear of love, a red spear that can break magic, an Irishman who calls himself Diar... Haha, he's quite honest and only revealed half of his name. He is Diarmaitre Oudina, a famous warrior of the Irish Fianna. His red spear is the magic-breaking Red Rose (Gae Dearg), and the one dropped on the ground must be the yellow Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe). Am I right?" Wang Chong said.

"And the wind magic that was just broken by the red rose. Although it was only broken for a moment, I still recognized the origin of the sword - Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory. That woman is the legendary Knight King. No wonder she hid her sword. Her Noble Phantasm is quite well-known."

"As expected of Wang Chong-kun, your vision and knowledge are truly admirable." Joan of Arc had not expected that after Diarmait used his Noble Phantasm to fight, he would immediately determine the true names of the two heroic spirits.

"If that's the case, then Jeanne, you might have to fulfill our bet." Wang Chong said with a smile, "I guarantee that it won't be long before the Knight King is defeated."

Chapter 60: Victory or Defeat

"Maybe not. If the Knight King unfolds his Noble Phantasm..." Jeanne said, and suddenly fell silent.

"Well, it seems you've noticed it, Jeanne," Wang Chong said. "For some reason, neither the Knight King nor the Master behind her intends to use their Noble Phantasms to counter the opponent's display, even though they know the opponent has already revealed theirs. If it were any other Servant, it would be fine, but Diarmait's Yellow Rose... underestimating him could be fatal. If you don't use your Noble Phantasm immediately, then when you really want to use it later, it will probably be too late."

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The sound of weapons clashing continued to rang out. Under Diarmait's fierce attack, the Wind King's barrier was increasingly weakened, and Saber was suppressed by the opponent and continued to retreat.

After a fight, the two men retreated at the same time. Diarmait chuckled and said, "I know the length of my sword very well, so I won't be confused by the invisible attack range!" After that, Diarmait launched an attack again. The continuous stabs were blocked by Saber's airtight defense, but Diarmait was not anxious. He could feel that the rhythm of the battle was constantly coming under his control.

Then, Diarmait gathered his strength once more and launched a fierce charge at Saber. Saber held the holy sword high, her eyes slightly closed, and her (ancestral) intuition began to activate, preparing to use her magic armor to withstand Diarmait's attack, and then seize the flaw that Diarmait revealed in that moment to kill him.

When she opened her eyes again, Saber moved, trusting her intuition and following the original plan.

"Puff—" Red blood flew out, but Saber's face didn't show any joy of victory. Instead, she stepped aside in shock. A bloody wound was mercilessly opened on Saber's waist.

"Father!!" A twisted father chef nearly ran out, but panting and gritting his teeth, he still didn't leave. This surprised Wang Chong, who was monitoring his servants. He thought Mozi would run away, and then he would just enter the scene in a reasonable manner.

"Mordred has really changed a lot in recent times." Wang Chong couldn't help but think to himself.

Continuing to watch, Saber successfully recovered under Irisviel's healing magic. Saber also saw through the Red Spear's secret. Knowing that her magic-powered armor could not stop the opponent's magic-penetrating Red Spear, Saber simply abandoned the armor, sacrificing defense in exchange for extreme offense.

"Father and son are really of the same character..." Wang Chong thought of a guy who liked to fight with explosive armor.

"Lost... Sigh." Jeanne shook her head and sighed. "My original magical armor, while unable to withstand the magic-breaking Red Rose, could at least withstand the annihilating Yellow Rose's sudden attack. But now, the Knight King has chosen to abandon the armor in exchange for an ultimate attack to break the deadlock... She's too arrogant."

"Don't be so quick to admit defeat. There might be a chance of a turnaround," Wang Chong joked.

"No, the two have completely different mindsets. Diarmait is willing to expose all his cards to win this battle, and he wants to completely seize the initiative in the battle. But the Knight King seems to be bound by something, unable to truly let go and fight. Until now, he has not used the Noble Phantasm to release it, but has adopted this method of fighting... She underestimated Diarmait." Joan of Arc said seriously as she watched Diarmait retreat step by step towards the yellow rose thrown on the ground.

The moment of deciding the winner also came as expected. Diarmait pretended to make a mistake and slipped. Saber, who had been keeping a close eye on Diarmait's condition, naturally would not miss this opportunity. The Wind King's barrier disappeared, and Saber began to release magic power. The Sword of Promised Victory also revealed its true appearance at this moment, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Without a second thought, Saber charged at the unbalanced Diarmait. Seeing Saber charging, Diarmait smiled with triumph. He powerfully kicked the Yellow Rose of Destruction, which lay on the ground, grasped it with his left hand, and then unfolded its true form. Saber, fully aware of her trap, instinctively twisted her body with all her might, engaging the opponent with minimal contact and damage.

"Thorn-"

"sudden!"

"Well--!"

Diarmait's Yellow Rose of Death pierced Saber's left arm, severing the tendon and crippling her left thumb. Saber's curry stick also scratched Diarmait's left wrist. Saber rolled around on the ground in a panic before finally standing up.

"It's over." Jeanne said, observing the two's condition. "It looks like both of them have cuts on their hands, but...their nature is completely different. Diarmait's wound can be healed, but Saber, pierced by the yellow rose, cannot recover. Although Saber dodged the fatal blow and only sustained an injury to her hand, she will no longer be able to unleash her Noble Phantasm to attack. If this continues, Saber's defeat is only a matter of time."

If Wang Chong remembered correctly, in the original novel, Istandar had also seen the situation between the two sides and believed that if Saber continued, she would only be defeated and eliminated. In order to allow more servants to appear, Istandar entered the arena and interrupted the competition.