Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The Master is dead, and I am being hunted down by assassins sent by the enemy. I am about to die.

"'The Betraying Witch'? Or perhaps 'The Betrayed Witch' would be a more fitting name."

Medea said self-deprecatingly.

The rain blurred my vision.

Magic was draining from her body like a burst dam.

Medea was being reminded of her gradually weakening body.

She is going to die.

She was probably the Servant who exited the Holy Grail War the fastest.

Despite being overconfident that his magical skills were second to none, he was eliminated because of incompatibility with his Master.

It's so unfair to end like this.

Trembling, she reached out her hand to the sky, as if trying to grasp something, even though there was nothing there except for the cold rain.

But the next moment, as if by miracle, those hands seemed to have actually grasped something, and warmth came from their palms and seeped into their hearts.

The chill in the air was dispelled, and my body felt as comfortable as if I were soaking in a warm spring.

In her gradually dissipating vision, a crimson hue caught Medea's eye.

Like fire.

fsn: Chapter Two - There's no reason to give up a beauty you've already got.

Medea passed away peacefully.

Of course, I'm talking about sleeping.

The sudden relaxation caused the other person's accumulated fatigue to surge up, and they quickly passed out.

Surtr crouched in the path through the woods, with Levantine hovering beside him and the unconscious Medea in front of him.

With the kind (forced) directions of the blond passerby, Surtr quickly arrived in the vicinity.

Sure enough, she was lucky; after wandering around in the woods for a while, she spotted the other person.

The moment I saw Medea, a system notification sounded in my mind.

Client: Medea

[Mission: To survive]

[Reward: 300 Primogems]

The task has been triggered.

It's not surprising, since the Servants in the Holy Grail War basically all have wishes they want to fulfill, especially Medea, who is about to die, so it's impossible for her will not be strong.

But she couldn't be happy now. The other person was badly injured, and the strong smell of blood filled Surtr's nostrils. The blood mixed with the rainwater, turning the puddles on the ground bloody.

He looked like he could die at any moment.

We need to sign the contract quickly.

Thinking this, Surtr picked the other person up and planned to find a place to stay nearby.

But suddenly, as if sensing something, the girl stopped what she was doing.

A rhythmic footstep came from behind her, and the raindrops were scattered by the gale.

Levantine trembled slightly, and Miss Surtr sighed.

Well, maybe it's not that good either.

The so-called Holy Grail War.

It is a magical ritual in which seven Masters chosen by the Holy Grail and the ancient heroes they summon as Servants fight each other on a stage called Fuyuki City until only one person remains.

Due to the limitations of the Holy Grail, summoned Servants will be bound within a framework called Class.

With Medea leaning against a tree, Surtr grasped Levantine, turned, and faced the newcomer.

He was a young man with short blue hair.

He was dressed in a blue bodysuit, with a handsome face and a strong physique. He held a vermilion spear that was over two meters long in his right hand, and his crimson pupils radiated a bloodthirsty light like a wild beast.

At the same time, another mission message flashed before Surtr's eyes.

[Client: Cú Chulainn]

[Mission: To engage in a desperate, all-out battle]

[Rewards: 800 Primogems, 1 random rewards]

No wonder he's a battle maniac; even his wishes are so wild.

Miss Surtr was not surprised at all; she looked away and gazed at the large blue dog in front of her.

Lancer.

His real name was Cú Chulainn, and he was a famous hero in the region of Atarst, Northern Ireland, and the son of the sun god Ruge.

Although his battle record in the original work wasn't particularly impressive, that was mainly due to the fate of his Master, or rather, the Lancer. Cu Chulainn's own strength was definitely among the top in this Holy Grail War.

Moreover, the opponent possesses a deadly Noble Phantasm, so frankly, they are not suitable as the first opponent.

As Surtr sized up Lancer, Lancer was also sizing up the stranger who had suddenly appeared.

"This amazing magic... are you Saber?"

He stopped five meters in front of Surtr, not rushing forward.

The other person's appearance and the aura he exuded made him subconsciously believe that Surtr was the last Servant in this Holy Grail War.

At this time and in this place, there is no other option but to use a Servant.

“Saber? I’m not.”

Surtr shook his head.

Not a follower.

Lancer looked puzzled; he could sense that the other person wasn't lying. But the magic emanating from that person was clearly beyond the capabilities of a normal magician.

The sword in the opponent's hand looks like a treasure.

I never expected that besides my own Master, there would be people like this in this city.

However, Lancer didn't delve any further. Although he really wanted to fight his opponent, that wasn't his target this time.

Carrying his gun, he shouted at Surtr.

"Hand over the woman behind you, and I'll let you go."

The statement was arrogant, but considering the other party's strength, they certainly had the right to make such a statement.

However, the other party's words revealed obvious doubt in Surtr's eyes.

He actually said he would let himself go.

If I remember correctly, wasn't the other party supposed to have been given an order by Kirei Kotomine to eliminate the bystanders?

Is it because I don't look like an ordinary person? Or is there some other reason?

I don't understand, but neither situation is the main problem right now. There will be plenty of time to investigate after tonight.

Should we leave?

The answer is definitely no.

Fighting Servants was one of her goals, and compared to the battlefield of the gods, the Lancer in front of her didn't put too much pressure on her.

not to mention.

There's no reason to give away a beauty you've already won over.

Lost in thought, Surtr lifted Levantine.

The sword trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

She sensed a burning fighting spirit emanating from the sword, as if it couldn't wait to burn the man before her to ashes.

"I refuse."

"Yeah."

Upon receiving the response, Lancer's lips curled into a smile, as if this answer was more in line with his wishes.

With his posture low and poised, his explosive muscles were outlined by the tight-fitting clothes, making him look like a wild beast on the hunt.

He's a real battle maniac.

Surtr muttered to himself.

Perhaps due to her physical condition, she showed no signs of tension when looking at the bloodthirsty blue beast ahead; instead, she remained unusually calm.

The rain gradually intensified, dark clouds loomed over the city, and serpentine electric lightning snaked through them.

Suddenly, a deep rumble of thunder resounded through the sky, like a battle horn.

Sparks flew as metal clashed, igniting along the path.

Lancer pounced on the girl like a hound, the spear in his hand like a deadly venomous snake, its blade imbued with a massive, even nauseating, magical power. If it were to fall to the ground, its power would be no less than that of a hand grenade.

The red spear pierced straight into Surtur's chest.

Instinctively, she swung Levantine, deflecting the incoming spear and shaking off the relentless onslaught.

Her body moved before her mind could, and the flaming sword in her hand was like an extension of her arm, steadily blocking every attack.

The memories of fighting against the gods played a crucial role, enabling her to perfectly utilize this body.

Lancer on the other side was equally surprised.

Despite not using any magic, the person in front of me possesses physical abilities that allow them to fight against Servants.

He was even suppressed in terms of strength.

Lancer was puzzled, but then a surge of excitement followed.

I thought it was just a boring task, but I ended up encountering such an interesting guy.

His expression turned fanatical, and Lancer's movements as he wielded his gunblade became increasingly swift and daring.

The red and blue figures collided repeatedly in the dark forest.

The battles in real life are even more exaggerated than those in animation.

The wind pressure generated by each clash of guns and swords is enough to leave deep wounds on the ground, killing ordinary people before they even have time to react.

It may be hard to believe, but Surtr is on top.

If Lancer's attacks are grenades, then Surtr is a cannonball. Perhaps she's slightly less skilled, but Miss Surtr is far more powerful.

He stepped forward and raised his sword to slash.

The moves are quite straightforward, and an experienced Lancer can easily predict the location of the next attack.

He straightened the spear and held it to the neck where the attack was about to occur.

He had even figured out how to retaliate after he had made up his mind.

But at the very moment the gun clashed with the sword, the terrifying force emanating from the gun made him abandon all his subsequent plans.

Although he had anticipated this when he saw the opponent's weapon, the terrifying power emanating from that slender body still surprised Lancer.

Like being hit head-on by a train, the sturdy spear bent to its limit under the immense force, and Lancer's body bent downwards uncontrollably, a muffled groan escaping his mouth.

The blade almost touched Lancer's shoulder, and the ground sank due to the impact, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward from Lancer.

The collision generated a raging gale that tore through the rain curtain, scattering raindrops in all directions.

"Could this woman be some kind of giant who has traveled to this era?"

Lancer grinned, questioning the composition of Surtr.

Clenching his teeth, Lancer released the force from his body, stepped back, and created distance.

Surtr wanted to give chase, but the opponent's body seemed to vanish, instantly retreating five meters away.

To regroup and make a comeback.