What?! My anime figurines have all come true!

"...Madam, I'm here."

The attacker pointed out her mistake, somewhat speechless.

Eiffela turned to the other side and realized that the person had a skin color that blended into the night, but she couldn't recognize his fluent French accent!

The man's accomplice almost couldn't hold back his laughter and could only stand there, barely suppressing it.

However, this scene only further provoked Efila.

Even though these people were suppressing their laughter at the attackers, they couldn't ignore the fact that Karl at their feet was mocking her father's 'death'.

This anger caused her magic, which had been interrupted by the black magic, to go berserk. The mysterious markings on the back of her hand became brighter and brighter until they shone through the bandages and filled the room with a red glow!

"That's... Oh no! She can use magic!"

The black man who attacked Eiffel had done his research beforehand and knew that the girl was a superhuman and a dark sorcerer. If she succeeded in casting her spell, they would be crippled if not killed!

He immediately called on his companions to join him.

'Someone... please help me!'

Seeing a group of people rushing towards her, Eiffila, unable to use dark magic to protect herself, began to pray in her heart that someone would come to save her.

Buzz——————

At that moment, a strange buzzing sound rang in her ears.

It's light...

Suddenly, tiny specks of golden light, like fireflies, appeared on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's vision was filled with light. In those few seconds of blindness, Eiffila heard the sounds of swords slashing into flesh and the screams of those people.

Once his vision returned, the 'thugs' who had pounced on him were lying mangled in pools of blood, and the black attacker had lost both arms.

who is it?

Who saved me?

"Servant, Assassin. Ciel Henry Sanson. Summoned to report for duty... Master."

As the magnetic male voice rang in his ears, a handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes, dressed in a black coat, appeared from the burst of golden light, holding a black greatsword with a crescent-shaped tip like a guillotine.

Blood splattered on his coat and the blade, creating a strange beauty in the image of a cold-blooded killer, leaving Eiffel stunned and forever etching this scene into her heart.

But what did he call me?

"Owner?"

Eiffel was a little confused. She looked blankly at the corpse in the room, the agonizing black man, and the mysterious savior in front of her.

"Yes, Master, you are my summoner. And I am your blade, to execute all evil enemies for you."

The man who called himself 'Charles Henry Sanson' knelt down before Effia and answered as if a knight were swearing allegiance.

'The enemy of evil...'

Upon hearing Sanson's words, Eiffel instinctively looked at the black man who had lost both arms.

"No! You can't kill me! Doing so is against the rules..."

Seeing this, the black man quickly invoked the rules, but noticing that the hatred in Eiffel's eyes hadn't disappeared, he began to kneel and beg for mercy: "Madam! Please don't do this, madam... your father isn't dead yet! He's still breathing! We were just teaching him a lesson... Besides, my men were all killed by your men! You've already retaliated in kind! So as long as you don't kill me, I promise I will never bother you again! In the name of God..."

"..."

Eiffela remained unmoved.

Because demonstrations and protests are often deeply intertwined with politics, whether in Europe or the Federation, the organizers of these events are often backed by certain families, members of parliament, or political parties.

There was even funding from external forces.

After all, how could a real mob have such organization, able to rally tens of thousands of people to a demonstration in no time?

To put it bluntly, it's all politics.

Cassandra's rule that "superhumans cannot harm ordinary people" serves not only to warn these students who study dark magic against going astray, but also to remind them not to use their superpowers to harm the "protesting" crowd, no matter how unhappy they are.

One wrong move and you could get into a huge mess.

Furthermore, this is also what makes Cassandra envious of China: China, with its authoritarian government, can manage its people well, while 'democratic' and 'free' France can neither control the various forces within its country nor, like the Federation, turn everything into superheroes and supervillains.

Now that Sangsong has killed him, she can't guarantee that letting Hei Ge go won't lead to even more ruthless retaliation.

and so……

"Kill him!"

Eiffel lowered her head, letting her bangs obscure her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Yes, Master."

Sang Song strolled leisurely to the black man's side, forcibly pressed him to the ground, and pressed the crescent-shaped blade of his longsword against the black man's neck.

"You, you, you...you can't kill me! I'm...I'm Congressman Paulus—"

Before the black man could finish speaking, the guillotine fell, and his voice came to an abrupt end.

"—The execution has been carried out."

Chapter 275 You also want to be a partner of justice?

"Wow~ that little girl summoned an Assassin-class Servant... Wait, it's not Hassan! Without any medium! She actually summoned a native French Servant... the one who beheaded the king! Amazing! How did she do that? Or are they just naturally compatible?!"

François was naturally aware of what was happening at Eiffel's house. As he was stationed at the center of the spiritual veins, he could monitor the situation of other Masters through the link of the Holy Grail System.

So when he saw Sanson being summoned, both he, as François, and Francesca, who was in the display case, showed expressions of extreme excitement.

"Hey hey hey... How did you guys do that? I thought the summoned Assassin would be Charlotte! Or some girl from another work... I never expected you to create a male Servant! It's unbelievable!"

Faced with Francesca's curious expression, Morgan simply said, "Have you forgotten how Jeanne d'Arc Alter was created in FGO?" Francesca then suddenly realized.

"So that's how it is! It's a 'fake'..."

After all, to put it bluntly, a Servant is just a humanoid, thinking mass of magical energy. The masters in the display case can create as many pseudo-Servants as they want, which can also make the credibility of FGO figures appear higher in the eyes of the world's consciousness.

Everything was to help them bypass that damned 'materialization' mechanism!

However, Francesca's thoughtless remark displeased someone in the display case.

"Huh? What do you mean by that, Francesca?! Do you want me to beat you to a pulp?!"

Feeling offended, Jeanne Alter summoned her flag and spear, intending to teach Francesca a lesson. In her figure form, she was of equal strength; with a weapon, she could easily defeat an unarmed girl.

"Waaaaaah!!!!"

Leaving aside Francesca's main body being chased and beaten by Jeanne Alter, François had just finished speaking when the Black Queen next to him looked at Sanson on the TV screen (magical synchronized screen) with a shocked expression, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

She could bring the dead back to life, but only those who had died a few days prior, and she had to ensure the integrity of their souls. But this executioner, who had executed thousands of people, including King Louis XVI, was a person from about two hundred years ago!

"Is this the power of the Holy Grail System?"

The Black Queen muttered to herself.

Whether it's true or not, we'll have to wait for her teacher Cassandra to verify, since her teacher lived through that era and would definitely know this world-famous executioner.

Furthermore, with Eiffella's example, she had fewer doubts about summoning Heroic Spirits and felt much more at ease.

Although the opponent also displayed extraordinary combat power, it was not so overpowered that she would give up thinking. In addition to summoning Servants, her side also had the advantage of terrain, as well as the powerful black mage François providing support and unlocking the entire map.

No matter what Servants others summon, they are nothing more than historical figures (see Sanson). Even in terms of raw strength, our side has the greatest chance of winning!

In other words...

Black Queen: I will be the ultimate victor!

…………

Meanwhile, Eiffela, completely unaware that she was being watched by the Black Queen and François, only came to her senses after the Black man's head rolled a few times on the ground and his terrified eyes blinked a few times before he lost consciousness.

"Waaah...!"

Overwhelmed by nausea, she disregarded everything else and quickly climbed into the toilet, vomiting all the accumulated physical and mental 'impact' into the toilet bowl.

First, a group of people were hacked to pieces, and then she witnessed a beheading up close. The aftereffects of this drove her sanity to its lowest point, almost driving her into a temporary state of madness.

After vomiting, Efila entered a state similar to a post-coital state, her mind rapidly reviewing the entire process from obtaining the mysterious mark to summoning 'Sanson' to kill those 'thugs'.

Is it because of you?

Eiffila removed the bandages from her hand, revealing the Command Seals that faintly glowed in the darkness, but unfortunately, these mysterious markings could not answer her questions.

So the only option is to ask the one who was summoned...

Mr. Executioner.

After Sanson announced his name, Effie, a true Frenchwoman, immediately knew his identity, but she couldn't believe that she had summoned someone from two hundred years ago.

"Master, are you feeling better? It's inevitable to feel a little unwell when you see an execution scene for the first time."

As soon as she returned to her room, Eiffela saw Sanson sitting on the sofa, greeting her. It seemed that he had disposed of the mangled bodies, except for some bloodstains left at the scene, which proved what had happened.

Besides, the father, who was originally 'unknown whether he was alive or dead,' was now lying on the sofa with his wounds bandaged and his breathing steady, clearly having received proper treatment.

"Father……!"

Eiffel rushed to Carl's side and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that her father was not in any danger.

She then turned to look at Sangsong, her expression hesitant and unsure what to say.

"If you have any questions, please feel free to ask, Master."

Sanson saw through Effie's thoughts.

"Are you really the executioner... Charles Henri Sanson?"

Eiffela asked tentatively first.

"At least in my world... yes."

Sangsong nodded.

"My World..."

Efila was somewhat confused.

Yes it is, no it is not.

Why do I have to say 'in my world'?

"Then why did I summon you?"

Effie continued to ask.

"Because you are the Master chosen by the Holy Grail, the fact that you possess Command Seals is proof of that."

Sanson replied in a flat tone.

"The Holy Grail..."

Eiffila blinked, then looked at the Command Seal in her hand, thinking she had misheard.

"That thing is called the 'omnipotent wish-granting machine,' not a real vessel for holding the blood of God."

Sangsong explained.

He then began to explain about the Holy Grail and the Holy Grail ritual, and even the seven Masters and Servants fighting each other for the right to make a wish.

However, since Sanson is a summoned Servant, most of the information he provides is one-sided, but it is enough to make Eiffel's brain shut down for a while.

"So, I was drawn into this ritual, became a Master, summoned a Servant, and then had to fight against six other Masters who also summoned Servants, and only by surviving could I obtain the Holy Grail... is that right?"

Half an hour later, after roughly processing this shocking fact, Eiffela looked at Sanson and briefly recounted the general 'process'.

"Yes."

Sangsong nodded.

"Once you obtain the Holy Grail, any wish can be fulfilled."

Efila didn't entirely believe this, but she couldn't help wondering what wish she would make if she obtained the Holy Grail.

If you were yourself before tonight's attack, you might have made simple wishes such as "to gain a lot of wealth" or "to have a happy and fulfilling future life".