Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

Why can't the humans of today become the heroic spirits of the future?

Human beings themselves have infinite possibilities!

If the legends of the past are combined with the miracles of the present, then it is not impossible for the heroic spirits who surpass "only the past"!

"Justice~ You're really good at talking, Newcomer~"

In the room, there was a girl who looked to be fifteen years old.

She was wearing a gothic-lolita outfit based on white and black, and even though she was indoors, she was holding an overly decorated umbrella.

After Orlando gave his pre-war speech titled "Justice," the girl took advantage of the break to come into this room.

"Speaking of which, it's a masterpiece! You're clearly one of the masterminds behind this Holy Grail War, yet you're telling those hot-blooded rookies that you're justice!

What superb acting! If I were a judge at the Razzie Awards, I would definitely vote for you for Best Actor without hesitation!"

The girl sat at Orlando's desk.

She was spinning her umbrella and giggling as if she was in a bad mood, as if she was in a very happy mood.

This girl, no, calling her a girl is not accurate.

In fact, she is a centuries-old monster who has lived since the Hundred Years' War in France.

His original name was François Prelati.

He was a close friend who gave the French Marshal Gilles de Lerault the city-destroying textbook, and was also the mastermind behind the burning of Joan of Arc at the stake.

Today, she uses the disguised name of Francesca.

Francesca's previous body was a male.

It's a pity that she was too talkative and once called it the Red of Pain in front of Aozaki Touko.

The result is naturally obvious.

The top puppeteer cut her into pieces on the spot.

However, due to Francesca's difficult-to-die nature, the matter ultimately came to nothing.

Francesca had to change her body because of this.

At this point, she transitioned from male to female.

“I’m just stating the facts.

Besides, I wouldn't say our justice is the same for the Holy Grail. Depending on how things develop, we might become enemies not only with the Association and the Church, but also with the very system of the Holy Grail War itself."

Orlando ignored the mischievous Francesca.

He seemed to be speaking to himself.

"Don't worry, there won't be any mediators in this Holy Grail War. It was a defective piece from the start! It's already deviated from the norm! There's no room for mediators to intervene."

"...Is it a flaw in Saber's seat?"

"That's right. Actually, it doesn't matter even if it comes true. You know it, right? The king and princess in this Holy Grail War~!"

Francesca gasped.

The cheerful smile on his face was innocent.

"These two are the biggest problem, right?

If the two of them attempt to break the impasse, then our plans, this Holy Grail War, and Snowfield will all be wiped out in an instant."

This is what Orlando is afraid of.

King Britannia and Princess Zhenzu possess absolute power.

Presumably, any conspiracy will not work.

"Don't worry about that. The princess and the king won't break the deadlock. In fact, the king will maintain the Holy Grail War and keep it going."

".......What's the meaning?"

"Hey, what if they say I just happened to meet them on the street? Even though it might feel like I almost died, I still gained a lot~!"

Francesca seemed to be still in shock.

She covered her chest with her hands, putting on a rather artificial look of fear.

Orlando's pupils shrank slightly.

He never dared to think that Francesca would actually rush to contact the British King. You know, this is one of the bombs in Xueyuan City.

If we are not careful, this king may have some intention.

All his plans could be ruined.

Now that things have come to this, the crazy Francesca has done what she did, and Orlando can't pursue the matter any further.

He could only think about staying as far away from this guy as possible.

To avoid the madman's blood from splashing on himself.

Francesca nearly died the last time she met Aozaki Touko, and now she has the nerve to approach the King of Britain.

This is more than just walking sideways, it's almost flying sideways.

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing, just a warning. This great and dazzling king actually called me a clown right to my face! How outrageous! However, I have confirmed one thing... This king is, in some ways, just like us!"

Francesca gave him a malicious smile.

Orlando felt uneasy.

"Like us, he's also laughing, trying to toy with the Holy Grail War and the Third Law! No, that's not right, he's toying with it right now! He's come from behind and is even ahead of us! Brilliant! So impressive! Even I can only admire him!"

Francesca made lovely clapping sounds.

She didn't care at all what Moran did.

Because Francesca is a pure and utter fun-loving person, and as long as things are interesting, she will let them develop.

Chapter 549: It's time to drive out the fakes [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

Although the current Holy Grail War has been intervened by Moran.

But this was not something Francesca needed to worry about. Instead, she felt that things were becoming more and more interesting.

The reason why she can be so indifferent.

I just smelled a sense of non-boringness from Moran.

There are indeed many variables.

She couldn't even explain how the ending would turn out, but this was what made the Holy Grail War interesting to her.

Afterwards, Francesca continued to tease and sarcastically criticize Orlando. Finally, even the cold-faced police chief showed murderous intent and said, "Stop meddling in my business and get back to headquarters."

"Alright, alright, I'll be back. I'll be waiting patiently until my turn comes... Hehe, tonight isn't over yet, it's time to drive out the fakes~!"

Francesca took graceful steps like a dancer, whispering her love for the world itself.

Orlando watched Francesca leave.

He wouldn't feel at ease until he watched this guy disappear from his sight. Nothing this funny guy did was surprising.

"You can just call yourself the mastermind, old dog."

There was no smile on Orlando's face, nor was he at ease.

But, one can see reluctance in his eyes.

He was almost suffocated by the presence of the King of the Island and the True Ancestor Princess, and his heart was filled with fear and dread of the unknown.

However, the emotion that emerged more from him was the unwillingness to admit defeat.

Want to win, still want to take the victory.

Is there no way for the weak to win?

No, Orlando would not approve of such a thing.

His heart was not obscured by any haze.

After all, his beliefs have long been above his own self-esteem and even his life.

Snowfield, Snowfield City, Opera House.

Slightly outside the city center, the opera house has existed since the founding of the town.

Although this building is easily over fifty years old and has a sense of age everywhere, it still retains a very solemn atmosphere.

Not only are there no scheduled performances or shows, but more than a week ago, they began prohibiting others from entering under the pretext of "partial renovation."

Late at night, the hall, which is usually surrounded by silence, is slightly different tonight.

"A seal that resembles a Command Seal... you... are you the Master that Fadius mentioned!?"

On the stage of the opera house.

The blood-red carpet with hot gold edges became the most eye-catching backdrop for this drama.

A man was half-kneeling in the center of the stage.

His left hand was empty, as if it had been precisely cut by something sharp.

The blood dripped down.

Make this solemn red carpet even more bright red.

This man is a magician.

He was a member of Fadius, and also served under the United States flag. After receiving the holy relic from above, he rushed to the opera house in the city to summon the heroic spirit.

However, he was intercepted before he could officially summon.

The other side declared war on him.

His whole body was covered with wounds, and his left hand was missing. The opponent was the magician who intercepted him.

"Haha, facing a thief who stole Great Britain's national treasure, even if you are cut into pieces, it is not a pity. However, considering that you are a good magician, I will give you some sympathy for the time being..."

The sound of steady footsteps echoed in the spacious theater.

The magician who walked out of the dim shadows could only be Kenneth.

"No, Britain! How is it possible? How did you know this place... Could it be...?!"

The magician seemed to have thought of something.

They sent spies into Britain.

However, since Britain was a tight-knit nation, there was no room for them to infiltrate. On the other hand, if Britain had sent spies, this would have been a problem.

"The ninth patriarch of the Archibald family, Kenneth El-Melloi, hereby declares. With the blood of the thief, this sin will be washed away—the majesty of Great Britain must not be offended!"

"El-Melloi... The twelve Lords of the Magic Association... You! Why are you here...?!"

Before the magician could finish his words.

It was as if a silver light flashed across his entire body.

The next second, it was like jelly falling to the ground.

The magician was cut into dozens of bloody pieces of meat, without even a whimper, only blood spilled out.

The Heroic Spirit summoning ceremony I drew here earlier.

Gradually it was stained red with his blood.

"Is this the stolen sarcophagus...?"

Kayneth stared at the sarcophagus at the center of the summoning ceremony.

It was originally stolen by spies and taken abroad.

However, when the magician was about to use it to summon the heroic spirit, he was intercepted and killed by Kenneth.

Kenneth could tell at a glance that the sarcophagus was extraordinary.

Even as a magic gift, this sarcophagus can be called a top-quality piece.