Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Ilya's work will be finished by then, and Medea will be free to do something else.

The entire purification process takes about half an hour, which is a relatively short time compared to the amount of black mud.

Unbeknownst to them, a soft light illuminated the entire underground cavern.

As if a warm sun were rising in the cave, the shadow followers before Surtr's eyes gradually dissipated like melting snow under the sunlight.

Damn it, my monster.

Surtr quickly increased his damage output and barely managed to secure the last few kills.

"Master, the most important step has been completed. Now we just need to wait."

Medea's voice came from behind, and you could tell she was in a good mood.

But Surtr wasn't in a good mood; he felt like the duck that was about to be eaten had flown away.

Of course, she knew that Medea was not to blame; she was just doing her job.

But if possible, Surtr would like her to move more slowly.

pity.

So far, the earnings are around 700, which is about the amount needed for one wish.

Although each one was insufficient, killing monsters was indeed faster than fulfilling a wish.

Surtr has reaffirmed his determination to level up by defeating monsters, and we can look forward to the Conqueror's army.

"I'm sorry, it seems our actions have alerted them, and their resistance is stronger than we expected."

"It's alright, those small fry are all the same no matter how many come."

It would be better to have more.

"As expected of the Master."

Medea gave a small compliment.

"Now we just have to wait. If I'm not mistaken, the Holy Grail will be purified in half an hour."

If my prediction is correct.

Ok

It doesn't feel very reliable.

fsn: Chapter Thirty-Two The Third Party

An hour later.

Because the waiting time was boring, the three of them started playing cards.

Of course, I mean the proper kind.

"Three against three."

"Five."

"A royal flush".

"..."

"..."

"Shunzi, I won."

With that, Surtr threw all the cards in his hand into the deck, signaling the end of the game.

"Why is it like this again? You must have cheated."

Ilya threw down her cards, rolled over and lay on the ground, muttering things like, "I have no enjoyment of the game at all."

"It was just good luck."

Surtr shrugged.

She's too lazy to even remember the cards, so why would she cheat? They don't gamble with money.

It was pure luck.

"That's even more outrageous!"

"Alright, wanna play another round?"

"No, playing games with you is no fun at all. I want to play with Liselle."

"It's illegal to bully a fool."

Surtr gave the other person a look as if they were trash and didn't intend to continue.

"How much time has passed?"

She asked.

"About an hour."

The person who answered was Sera.

"Hmm...it seems there really was an unexpected incident."

Surtr looked at Medea, and although he couldn't see her expression because of the hood, it probably wasn't good.

The nearby rituals are still running normally, but they've already exceeded half of the expected time. Normally, the rituals should stop the moment the purification is complete; the fact that they're still running means the mission isn't finished.

"Could it be that the black-robed woman's magic trick went wrong?"

Ilya let out a timely sneer, sounding gloating.

She's happy as long as the other party suffers a setback; that's probably her current mindset.

"Shut up, brat."

Medea glared fiercely at the other person (or rather, glared), then got up and went to check on them.

There were no shadow followers around them, which at least indicates that the ritual was still working properly. The problem probably lies with Angolan Manuel.

"I think you need to worry about whether your body will develop any strange new functions later on."

Surtr kindly reminded Medea that she wasn't very magnanimous.

"...You'll protect me, right?"

Seemingly finally realizing that her life was still in the other party's hands, Ilya's face immediately fell, and she said pitifully.

"It depends on your performance."

"Maybe I should just kill myself now."

She didn't even consider apologizing to the other party.

The inspection didn't last long, and Medea's report soon reached her ears.

To put it in a more easily understood way...

We've met our match.

Just like when we used to do a thorough house cleaning, those stains that had accumulated over the years were always hard to remove, and now it's a similar situation.

The power of the ritual is a special attack for the opponent, but as a being with a will, it will obviously want to resist when it is threatened. Since it cannot gain an advantage on the ground, it can only shrink its defense and delay until the effect of the ritual wears off.

After all, the opponent had the home advantage, and for a time they were indeed able to hold him off.

It's like a short video that stops loading halfway through.

Although rituals can last for a long time, they cannot operate indefinitely.

There are limits to how much you can take advantage of others.

That's a really vivid analogy.

In short, if Angolan Manuel continues to delay, they will definitely be the ones to lose.

"What's the solution?"

"Either increase output, or introduce a third force to disrupt the current balance. I personally prefer the second approach."

Medea looked at Surtr.

Needless to say, the third force definitely refers to her.

"Okay, what should I do? Burn him?"

"Hmm, similar, but not here. You need to go inside the Greater Grail."

"The interior of the Greater Grail? How do I get in?"

Surtr knows about this thing.

Although the Greater Grail mostly refers to the magical rituals performed beneath Mount Enzo, it seems that this thing does actually have a physical form.

It was even unearthed from the F/a script.

But how do we get there?

"Please leave it to me, I promise I will get you there safely. But because of the black mud, please forgive me for not being able to go with you."

"It's okay, but what do I need to do after I go in?"

"This...?"

A moment later, inside the Greater Grail.

"Let's go cause a huge scene..."

Surtr stood among the flowers, recalling Medea's instructions to him.

All she had to do was destroy it; it was an incredibly simple thing for her.

She is Surtr, and no one knows how to destroy better than her.

Of course, the targets of the destruction had to be chosen carefully; her opponent was Angolan Manuel.

She turned her head and looked around.

Black and white formed a clear boundary in the air. On one side, there was lush greenery, and the fragrance of soil and wildflowers was intoxicating, like a scene from paradise. On the other side, there was a dark and cracked field, with a strong sense of malice emanating from it. Deep black flames spewed out from the cracks, resembling a scene from the legend of hell.

Just a hair's breadth apart, yet they are two distinct worlds.

What a simple and easy-to-understand world.

I was initially worried that I might have targeted the wrong object, but now it seems there's no need to worry at all.

She took a step and came to the edge of the dividing line.

Two forces are colliding here. The white force has the advantage and is constantly melting away the black force, but the speed is unusually slow.

A familiar malice emanated from the other side; there was no doubt about it—it was her enemy.

Let her add fuel to the fire.

literal meaning.

Crimson flames ignited on the blade, and heat waves radiated outwards from Surtr.

Between two forces that were mutually neutralizing each other, a third party suddenly entered the fray.

The flowers and grass behind me began to wither and die, while wisps of white smoke rose from the black earth in front of me, and the sun set in the sky.

The destructive flames swept across the land in a fan shape.

They didn't hold back; they went straight for maximum output.

She wasn't worried that she would break the Greater Grail.

This is a place similar to a Reality Marble. The body is made using Justeza's flesh and magic circuits. Surtr also knows of another similar creation: Solomon's Grand Temple of Time.

Her current output is not enough to destroy it.

This isn't really something to brag about.

The flames swept forward and extended further into the distance. Wherever they passed, what came into view was no longer the dark earth, but a vast expanse of scorching lava.

Like grasslands and plains, this lava field seems to be a manifestation of Surtr's power within the Greater Grail.

Surtr's arrival has altered the balance of power in this battle of strength.

It changed from one-on-one to one-on-two.