Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The Command Seals, as fiery as fire, were exposed without any concealment.

"Shirou Emiya is a Master too, right? Why don't you go find him?"

It would be strange if they didn't go looking for him. Of course, Surtr definitely didn't want him to kill Shirou Emiya; he was just curious.

"Shirou?"

"Shirou hasn't summoned a Servant yet, right? If we kill him now, it will be very troublesome if he changes his Master later."

The girl in front of me was saying terrifying things with an innocent look on her face.

Is killing the other person the premise? It's clear that something's definitely wrong with their thinking.

"Hurry up and summon your servant, or you won't have another chance."

His arrogant remarks reminded her of Lancer the night before last.

"She has other things to do and can't come right now."

Surtr shook his head.

"Do we really have to fight? I thought we were getting along quite well just now."

Surtr pointed to the dove familiar made of hair that was floating beside the other party.

"Is it because you care about your father that you've become so docile? If you'd like, I can tell you more about what I know, but I don't want to fight today."

Surtr sounded listless, as if even if they fought now, they wouldn't be able to determine a winner.

Her direct combat ability against the Berserker is probably evenly matched; at most, she can use Levantine to kill a few more lives to give the opponent some resistance.

It doesn't mean much.

If possible, she wanted to wait for Medea to join her, with Surtr holding off Berserker, and then have Medea transform into an Assassin and use her Noble Phantasm to sever the contract between them.

There's absolutely no need to confront Hercules head-on.

Even Surtr found that thing troublesome.

However, the other party doesn't seem to think that way.

Upon hearing Surtr's seemingly persuasive but actually sarcastic words, Illya's previously mild killing intent suddenly flared up like a fire.

If there were outsiders here, they would probably think this guy did it on purpose.

If you can't speak, please donate your tongue to someone in need.

Care? Submissive?

Do you take me for some kind of little animal that pounces on someone just because it hears their name?

As if something hidden deep in her heart had been touched, her delicate face flushed red.

"Berserker! Kill her!"

Shouting angrily, a black giant, over two meters tall, with long, black, seaweed-like hair, a bare upper body, strong muscles, and wearing an ancient battle skirt, emerged from the air behind Ilya.

Hercules, the most powerful hero in Greek mythology.

Possessing the Noble Phantasm "Twelve Trials," which is derived from her own legend, she can not only transform her body into armor, making her immune to attacks below rank B (including rank B), but also has twelve chances to revive.

Even because of Ilya's powerful magic, she can recover her lost attempts every three days.

With the added power from Berserk mode, defeating the opponent in close combat is virtually impossible.

But actually, this is something to be thankful for.

If the opponent is not a Berserker but another class, it will undoubtedly be more troublesome.

At the same time, the system also generated tasks.

Client: Berserker

[Mission: Protect Ilya]

[Rewards: 1500 Primogems, 3 random rewards]

This quest perfectly matches her impression of Berserker. She wonders if the quest will still be valid after Berserker is killed.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

coming soon.

The black figure, following Ilya's command, roared and brandished a stone greatsword, charging towards Surtr from behind like a cannonball.

The air crackled from the friction of the massive object, and its towering figure seemed like a mountain pressing down on her.

For the person standing opposite him, there is probably nothing more desperate than this.

Behind him, Ilya's lips curled into a cruel smile, as if she could already see him being smashed into a pulp by Berserker's greatsword.

'Honestly, how could they do such a thing to a weak Master like me?'

'I'll play along with you then.'

While complaining to himself, Surtr took a step back as the other party gave the order, clenched his right fist, twisted his body, and made a punching motion.

Giants formed from lava gathered behind him, striking the same pose as Surtr.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Berserker's greatsword fell from above.

The giant and Surtr both threw punches at the same time.

A fist made of lava clashed violently with a giant sword made of stone in mid-air. Surtr, hiding under the giant's shadow, swung his small fist, which was wreathed in flames, making a whooshing sound as it struck the berserker's muscles, which were full of explosive power.

boom!

His fair fists unleashed a power completely at odds with his appearance.

A burst of intense magical energy erupted from Berserker's abdomen, centered on his fist, and flames spread outwards in a circular pattern, emanating a burnt smell.

In the blink of an eye, the black giant flew backward at an even faster speed than it had come, only stopping when it crashed into a roadside tree.

The whirlwind whipped up by the Berserker to tousled the girl's glistening hair and her dazed expression.

He stiffly turned around, glanced at the Berserker who had rolled over and gotten up behind him, and then at the Command Seal that was indeed present on the back of Surtr's hand.

A question slipped unconsciously from Ilya's small mouth.

"Huh?"

Meanwhile, in the living room of a luxury hotel not far from the battlefield between the two.

"master."

A soft, pastry-like sound came from inside the room. A girl in a gray robe walked out of the room and looked at the two people in front of the TV in the living room. Her voice sounded visibly weak.

"I felt it too."

Weber sat on the sofa, his movements as he operated the controller paused.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he reached out to pinch and knead the space between his eyebrows.

"Which lawless bastard is it that started a fight in broad daylight on the street?"

The tone sounded as if he had seen some disobedient, bad student.

This is a habit that has developed over many years.

"Judging from the magical fluctuations coming from them, they are two rather powerful individuals."

Beside him, the red-haired giant put down the controller, stepped to the window, and looked down.

However, the specific scene cannot be seen from this angle.

"How about it, kid? Want to go take a look?"

The burly man asked, his expectant tone revealing his thoughts.

"...Then let's go take a look, and try to avoid any conflict."

Weber rubbed his temples again.

For some reason, he felt that what he was about to see might be beyond his imagination.

My stomach started hurting.

FSN: Chapter 19 Stand User

"What is that? Magic?"

Ilya's jewel-like eyes widened as she stared at the nearly three-meter-tall lava giant behind Surtr, her delicate face filled with astonishment.

What kind of magic could knock a Berserker away head-on?

Ilya's eyesight wasn't good enough to see all the details of the battle just now; she thought it was the giant behind Surtr who had knocked Berserker away.

"No, this is not magic."

With a flick of his wrist, Surtr explained to the other person with a serious expression.

"This is my Stand, the Molten Core Shadow. People like me who control Stands are called Stand users."

"A Stand? A Stand user?"

Words I'd never heard before entered Ilya's mind.

"My substitute is much stronger than a Servant, so you'd better know better and leave."

Surtr waved to the other person.

"My Berserker is the strongest!"

She instinctively retorted, then checked Berserker's condition. Although he had been knocked away, he was otherwise unharmed except for his abdomen being charred.

Even if he were burned to a crisp, or even if his abdomen were pierced, it wouldn't be a big problem for the Berserker.

Sure enough, that stand-in wasn't such a big deal after all.

Ilya drew a conclusion.

"Hmph, even if you try to use underhanded tricks, it won't work. Berserker is the strongest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black giant gripped his greatsword and charged at Surtr once more.

"Tsk, you're really persistent. Since that's the case, don't blame me for using my final trump card."

Miss Surtr clicked her tongue in surprise. She didn't really want to fight in this situation and was completely unprepared.

But reality doesn't go according to her wishes, so she had no choice but to resort to her last resort.

As he took Levantine out of his backpack, he silently recited the contract in his mind.

'Hey, Medea, are you there?! Help the children!'

A whirlwind of black and red swept across the street, the hard pavement being trampled into pieces as if in jest. Trees fell, bricks crumbled, and the aftershocks of their battle ravaged the surroundings like a typhoon.

Weber stood at the top of the building, his hand holding the cigar trembling slightly.

He couldn't see the movements of the two monsters below at all, but in the brief pause between them, he caught a glimpse of something carved on the back of the red-haired figure's hand.

Command Spells.

That is the symbol of the Master.

In other words, the one fighting fiercely with Berserker below is not a Servant, but a genuine Master who uses a Servant.

Shit!

Weber couldn't help but curse under his breath.

What's going on with this Holy Grail War? Is it now common practice for Masters to be stronger than Servants?

Is his version too outdated or the opponent's version too advanced?

He subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling that he might not be fully awake yet.

Otherwise, how could he have seen such an outrageous thing?

Well, he had actually seen something like this happen once last night.

While Surtr was conducting scientific research, the Holy Grail War was still ongoing.

Weber, the monarch of the Clock Tower, encountered Lancer's group, who were out hunting, on the very first night.

Although both were members of the Clock Tower, they had little interaction and after a brief greeting, they immediately began fighting.