Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Lin Jiu'an also wanted to see what he could summon by using himself as a catalyst.

A companion of the "beast"?

An evil villain intent on destroying the world?

Or perhaps they are strange Servants from another universe, just like him?

"Your body is entrusted to my command; my destiny is tied to your sword..."

As the recitation ended.

A magnificent light flashed across the summoning circle, then slowly dissipated, revealing the figure behind it.

"Servant, Saber, Shinmen Musashi reporting for duty!"

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As the premier magic family in the Far East, and the only one recognized by the mainstream Western magic community, the Linglongguan family is second to none in terms of both financial resources and magic.

The head of the Linglong Pavilion had prepared sacred relics for this Holy Grail War well in advance.

Although the target Servant is not particularly strong, he is a perfect fit for the Linglongguan family.

The owner of Linglong Pavilion was very satisfied with this.

Even if he still can't win the Holy Grail War like before, as long as he can learn from his opponent for a period of time, it will be of immense benefit to him.

However, not long ago...

Suddenly, a guest from afar arrived at the Linglong Pavilion.

The high level of magic attainment of that being amazed the head of the Linglong Pavilion family. In the end, he was persuaded by her and agreed to temporarily change the holy relic and summon "Berserker" instead of "Caster".

Looking at the relic in the summoning circle that had recently been temporarily replaced.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the head of the Linglong Pavilion finally began chanting the summoning incantation, channeling magic into it.

"You are bound by the three great incantations of the Seven Heavens..."

A dazzling light fell.

A stunningly beautiful woman, whose magic skills surpassed even those of the "Monarch" from that day, stood quietly within the summoning circle.

open one's eyes.

The other person's blue eyes didn't convey much of a haughty air, but the constant aloofness and detachment they exuded gave one the feeling that 'her status is far above yours.'

Although he was shorter than her at 1.7 meters tall.

But in her presence, the patriarch of the Linglong Pavilion, who had long held a high position, had the illusion that he was the one who had come to pay homage to the Queen.

No, this is not an illusion.

If the summoning was successful, the opponent is indeed no different from the Queen.

"It was you who summoned me."

The Queen's voice was melodious, cool, and aloof.

"Yes."

The head of the Linglong Pavilion did not display the pride of a master, but instead bowed his head to this aloof and arrogant queen, raising his right hand in front of him and performing the most standard etiquette of a subject.

"The head of the Linglong Pavilion greets Your Majesty."

The silver-haired queen did not answer, but instead turned her head slightly as if she sensed something.

She could sense an extremely malevolent aura emanating from a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

as well as.

Two auras seemed to be connected to her by blood in this world.

All of this was due to a series of coincidences.

The silver-haired queen quickly realized the truth behind the coincidence.

Her expression turned cold, and she softly uttered the words of the culprit who had summoned her here.

"Merlin."

But then, he slowly lowered his eyes, a slightly cruel smile appearing on his lips.

"That's fine."

Although she was slightly displeased to realize that the real culprit was behind it all, she had to admit that the stage and the people there had indeed given her some anticipation.

But having said that.

Morgan was more interested in finding that liar who only brought nightmares, capturing her, and imprisoning her forever.

The Holy Grail and such don't matter.

But Merlin must die!

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Tokyo, deep underground in the Okutama Mountains.

A magic workshop that resembles a labyrinth, protected by layers of barriers.

The head of the Ise-san clan, Ise-san Genri, gazed at the summoning array that was gathering a powerful aura with a mixture of fervent anticipation and deep, suppressed indignation.

"We must seize the Holy Grail this time."

The Ise-san clan.

Although they have achieved a certain degree of "symbiosis" with modern society, the reputation of magicians' families is far inferior to that of other families.

The Magic Association, especially the one centered around the London Clock Tower, even insulted them as a backward lineage, recognizing only the Linglongguan family, which was hailed as the foremost family in the Far East.

"How can my Ise-san clan be trampled on by a Western magic family that came to this land hundreds of years ago?"

And what is happening right now is an aura that exudes an exceptionally large magical fluctuation.

This was his trump card for winning this war.

The legendary Pharaoh, Ramses II, Osmandis!

Such an existence cannot be summoned by a normal magician, let alone by the magic circuits of the Ise-san clan, which have gradually declined due to the overlapping of bloodlines.

However, he spent many years researching this and created a mask that could "steal the magic power of others and transfer it to the wearer." He used the life force of hospitalized patients in general hospitals operated by the Ise Sanichi family throughout Tokyo to support the activities of the Servants he summoned.

In this way, even without the Holy Grail's mana supply, he can support Servants to unleash their Noble Phantasms with almost unlimited power.

"We must seize the Holy Grail hidden in Tokyo. Only then can our clan's sins be cleansed."

Ise Sangenri murmured to herself, gazing at the summoning ritual that was nearing completion.

The command is given the instant the Servant is summoned and the radiance has not yet faded.

"Therefore I hereby command: O heroic spirits summoned here by my ritual, you must seize the Holy Grail no matter what."

next moment.

A stern and cold reprimanding voice rang out from within.

"Such a stingy wish, how boring."

Upon hearing this voice, the expression in the eyes revealed beneath Ise Sangenri's mask froze.

It wasn't like a high and mighty king reprimanding a useless servant.

Instead.

That reprimanding voice.

It's a woman's?

But how could the legendary Pharaoh, who was said to be the greatest, possibly be a woman?!

Could it be that the summoning ritual went wrong?

Ise Sangenri hurriedly focused her anxious gaze on the center of the summoning circle. The dazzling light dissipated at that moment, revealing the figure hidden within.

He was a stunningly beautiful man with brown skin, dressed in white, exuding a regal aura, and possessing eyes that seemed to radiate the sun...

woman?

Chapter Two: Positive Titanium Control is a Disease, It Needs Treatment

bright.

The abandoned streetlights on this rarely traveled road had long since shattered in the clash of knives and guns.

The sharp metallic sound was particularly jarring.

Lin Jiu'an stood with his hands in his pockets, watching with great interest the woman fighting with Miyamoto Musashi.

She was a tall and slender beauty.

Her long, light green hair fluttered as she wielded the spear.

Her stunningly beautiful face resembled that of a goddess from mythology, and her purple eyes seemed to hold an ever-present sorrow that remained unchanged even during life-or-death battles.

She wore a form-fitting, gorgeous American-style armor that revealed her slender arms and accentuated her full bust and slim waist.

Her legs were encased in crystal-clear warrior boots that barely reached her knees, matching the upper body armor that just extended past her thighs, revealing her alluring genitals.

After summoning Miyamoto Musashi, Lin Jiu'an took her away from the Sajou family and let her actively spread her magic power to attract other Servants.

The melancholy yet stunningly beautiful woman holding a long spear before them was the follower who had come to accept the challenge.

The first round of probing has ended.

With a resounding clang of metal striking metal, Miyamoto Musashi and Brunhilde tacitly ceased their fight and instead separated, gazing at each other.

"She is Brunhilde."

Lin Jiu'an suddenly spoke up: "The daughter of Odin, the Norse god, the Valkyrie."

"It's alright that you're not male, but you should still be careful of her runes and fire."

Brunhilde looked at the boy, who appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with surprise.

It is worth mentioning that.

After deciding to bring Miyamoto Musashi out to find a Servant to fight, Lin Jiu'an grew his body into the appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

On the one hand, it is to avoid causing unnecessary trouble and turmoil.

On the other hand, Lin Jiu'an can exert greater combat power under this physique.

After all, let's leave the magic tricks aside for now.

Even with ample magic power, there is always a limit to the amount that can be drawn from the void at any given time.

More importantly, in close combat, it was rather comical for a seven or eight-year-old, who was the size of a hobbit, to fight others.

"How did you recognize me?"

Brunhilde carefully examined the young man who was Saber's Master.

Very handsome.

He exudes an inexplicable and mysterious aura.

This one is probably much stronger than my own Master, who is the "color position" of the Clock Tower.

Even Brunhilde, who was once the leader of the Valkyries under Odin, couldn't help but be impressed by his handsome appearance when she saw him. She came to the conclusion that being handsome may not necessarily mean being strong.

But if someone is handsome to a certain degree, then that person must be quite capable.

Could it be?

A hero or god belonging to the Norse pantheon?

But after searching through her memories, Brunhilde still couldn't recall who she had met before was in such a manner as the boy before her. Of course, it was possible that the other person was in disguise.

"After all, your spear is too distinctive."

If we had to call what Brunhilde was holding a "gun," then...

Both its length and size are extremely exaggerated.

At a glance, it appears to be about two and a half to three meters long. The tip of the spear is not an ordinary spearhead but a purple heart-shaped tip. The heart-shaped tip is surprisingly large, and it emits a sharp, cold light that makes it impossible to doubt that it would be split in two with the slightest touch.