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

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed.

It seemed as if talking about the old man in the mountains was something like a taboo for the female assassin.

Cold and somber—this word is most suitable for this scene.

However, there is no need for words on either side.

After learning that both sides are Servants, their identities in this Holy Grail War can only be enemies.

The murderous female assassin moves around the stage at high speed.

The man stood still, but his eyes were also moving quickly, taking in the movement path of the mysterious woman.

Incidentally, he glanced at Kenneth.

The Master is protected by a mythical three-headed dog, so the assassin has no way to attack him.

He can fight the assassins here to his heart's content.

However, as soon as he woke up, he smelled the scent of his hometown. At this moment, the man felt both nostalgic and excited.

Suddenly, it was like a bloody storm!

An unusually slender arm stretched out from a dark corner and stabbed towards the center point on the man's back.

Just like the previous massacre of many magicians in the city.

This is also the hand of Satan that demands the heart.

Her prototype is the Cursed Hassan among the generations of Hassans, a unique skill that only belongs to female assassins.

Now, this ability has been elevated to her Noble Phantasm.

Unfortunately, the arm failed to touch the man's body.

An arrow released from somewhere ricocheted off the woman's arm.

"...!"

The female assassin opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The attack came from completely outside her blind spot.

Moreover, looking at the man's relaxed look, he seemed to have experience fighting this kind of assassin.

"Hahaha, don't be surprised. However, I have to admit, your sect's assassins are truly extraordinary. I haven't seen many with such impressive skills as yours. Even Hassan, who earned the title of Mountain Elder, is very different from you."

The noble-looking man drew the sword from his waist.

It was a sword of luxurious appearance.

"......"

The man's words made the female assassin pause.

The topic again came up with the old man in the mountains.

This time, there was a brief moment of sadness in her eyes, and then she became resolute and firm.

Compare her to the noble leader.

This is undoubtedly unclean.

As the man said, she was not qualified to be compared with the old men in the mountains of all generations.

Meanwhile, the man still had a smile on his face.

The way he drew his sword seemed to indicate that he acknowledged the female assassin's skill and was going to use his strength here.

With that powerful shout.

The light, like the breath of a star, dispels all darkness.

“Excalibur, the Sword of Eternal and Distant Victory—!!”

The light was heading in the direction of the female assassin.

That is, the position towards the ceiling.

The man's sword, imbued with magical power, emitted a stream of lightning-like light and rushed straight towards the target.

The battle between the two lasted less than a minute.

Kenneth, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't even have a chance to recover.

Then I heard the rumbling sound.

Even the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid could not maintain the stability of its magic power in the face of that breath of violent power.

He fell to the ground and looked up at the disappearing ceiling.

And the night sky filled with stars.

The breath of the stars brought back Kenneth's more distant memories, and he remembered that he had an impression of it.

But the memory is a little fuzzy.

He was certain that he knew the identity of the heroic spirit before him.

Moreover, this heroic spirit was a familiar being to him.

"Let me ask you, are you my Master—?"

Before Kenneth could come up with an answer.

The words reached his ears along with the biting cold wind.

It's like a picture frozen in time and space.

Against the backdrop of the shimmering moonlight and the starry sky, the man holding the holy sword stared at Kenneth who was lying on the ground.

It's like a solemn epic painting.

Of course, Kenneth is an extremely mature and excellent Master, so he would naturally not say anything other than accept it.

As expected, the man signed a contract with Kenneth.

Kayneth became his Master.

"Don't worry, Master. It seems no civilians were caught up in this, but it seems the thief escaped... Hmm, he's quite the formidable fellow to have managed to escape from my grasp."

The man took a look at the bloody remains of the magician on the ground.

He shrugged, not particularly shocked.

It seems that neither the female assassin nor the magician can be truly taken seriously by him...

"By the way, what's with that three-headed dog?! It looks so powerful! Has Britain become this powerful in the future?! Ah... That's great, very good! Hmm!"

The man nodded repeatedly, very satisfied.

Although he looked as young and handsome as a noble young master, he inexplicably looked like an old elder looking at his descendants.

The joy and excitement in his eyes were not concealed.

The three-headed dog of hell has disappeared.

Kenneth didn't know where it went, nor did he know whether the three-headed dog could only appear once.

But he didn't feel any regret.

If he had to rely on the king for everything in this Holy Grail War, then Kenneth might as well kill himself by hitting his head against a piece of tofu.

We must not let the king waste his energy taking care of him.

We must not hold that king back.

What he wants to offer to Britain is the highest glory, not the shame of needing to be protected!

"Oh, you see I'm so anxious! I haven't even asked the most crucial question yet. Let's start with this... Master, are you British?"

The man laughed rashly.

His smile was genuine, and he was desperate for answers.

"this........"

Just as Kenneth was about to answer, a man's roar came from one of the theater's entrances.

"Don't move! Put your hands behind your head and lie down on the ground! Slowly!"

Different from the magi who participated in the Holy Grail War.

The identity of the visitor can be identified at a glance.

There was more than one person, and they were all wearing uniform clothes - police uniforms, and they were holding stun guns used to suppress rioters and pointing them at the two men.

That's right, the police treated this as a crime scene.

The blurry mass of scarlet flesh on the ground, the magic circle stained with blood, and the opera house that seemed to have been attacked by a terrorist bomb.

Kenneth and the armored man at the center of the scene were clearly not normal people.

"I'm arresting you on suspicion of trespassing and a terrorist act involving the destruction of a building. Listen, you have the right to remain silent..."

There were more than a dozen police officers who came.

A police officer came up to the two men and took out the handcuffs. Kenneth couldn't use hints here.

Chapter 552: Great Britain is not short of money [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly pass! ]

However, Kenneth was not panicked.

When facing public security agencies like this, the Magic Association has its own set of response methods.

All he had to do was make a phone call.

Don't underestimate the El-Melloi family's connections.

But I wish it were really that simple.

"Hey, wait."

When Kenneth was about to keep a low profile, an inappropriate voice sounded beside him.

The man in the noble armor attracted the attention of the police.

"You are mistaken. The person who blew up the opera house was not my Master.

Let me prove it... I was the one who blew up the opera house. Yes, I did it with this sword."

When the man said this.

The police officer holding the handcuffs communicated with other colleagues through eye contact.

Although other police officers did not believe that the man could destroy the opera house with just a sword, they still felt that they needed to be vigilant.

Maybe this guy has hidden bombs somewhere else.

Kenneth is having a headache.

There was no need to explain so much to the police, but the Servant 14 opened his mouth and caused unnecessary trouble.

The police misunderstood that a bomb destroyed the opera house.

The man felt a little headache instead.

He felt that a man should be like the great British kings of all ages, taking responsibility for his own actions and never backing down.

Being timid and avoiding things are things that only cowards do.

He is an upright king.

When the police surrounded the theater, there was a vibration from the theater ceiling where a large hole was blown out, and several pieces of steel and concrete fell down.

Some police officers immediately retreated.

Of course, some police officers did not have time to hide.

But at the moment when the reinforced concrete was about to hit them, the man swung out the holy sword like a sword drawn by an Iai sword.

boom--! !

Pieces of cement the size of an adult were shattered into pieces.

The police were stunned by what they saw.