Miss Surtr will ignite the world

By coloring the opponent's land with their own color, they help the purifying forces achieve victory.

Her game with the Holy Grail has now evolved from a tower defense game into a territory war.

only.

"It's a bit slow."

Surtr thought to himself as he watched the divine power slowly purifying the black mud.

fsn: After you've finished reading Chapter 33, just die.

Slow, too slow.

Despite Surtr's help, the purification process was still very slow.

Is it because she always stays on the periphery?

Surtr looked down at her feet. For safety's sake, she had been staying on one side of the flower field, but it seemed a bit slow.

Should we delve deeper?

Before the Holy Grail was activated, Angra Mainyu did not interfere much with the outside world, but that did not mean he did not interfere much with the internal workings of the Holy Grail, which was the enemy's stronghold.

Be careful.

Thinking this, Surtr slowly lifted his foot and cautiously took a step onto the black earth in front of him.

boom.

A burst of fire erupted from beneath her feet, engulfing her entire body.

The soil from all directions suddenly began to surge, turning into giant waves that tried to engulf it.

"Eat, eat, eat..."

A voice, like a dream, came from beside her ear. The words were indistinct, but the desire that seemed to want to devour her was nakedly exposed.

That's Angolan Manuel.

He sounded quite weak.

The mere presence of two Servants is insufficient to grant the opponent significant power.

It's still within the scope of what we can handle.

Flames surged and billowed.

The black mud was burned to ashes the moment it got close to the flame.

Suddenly, a flame ignited beside her head. Surtr felt something trying to invade her mind, but it was quickly "burned away" by the invisible flame.

It feels like black mud.

Surtr observed the incoming object and made a judgment in his mind.

It can pollute not only the body but also the mind, which can be very troublesome if you encounter it.

Keep going.

With each step Surtr took, the ground beneath her feet would turn into scorched earth, spreading outwards like a domain.

The black mud transformed into various forms before her: monsters, herds of beasts, acquaintances, strangers... without exception, all were swiftly defeated.

It's a pity that no raw stones are added.

But going deeper into the subject was the right choice.

The power of the black mud was stirring; disturbed by Surtur, the purification process was noticeably accelerated.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Surtr arrived at the edge of this land.

What came into view was a small village.

Looking around, the surrounding scenery had changed at some point; the wilderness had transformed into mountains, encircling the village.

A dream? Or someone's memory?

It's probably the second one.

Angolan Manuel's memories? To be honest, she wasn't interested.

Before she could even enter the village, villagers began to emerge one after another, passing by Surtr one after another, but none of them noticed her.

Surtr tried to swing his sword forward with enough force to cleave an adult in two.

But the blade passed right through the crowd, as if the two sides were in different times and spaces.

Forget it, come here.

Surtr didn't try again and stayed with the group.

Leading the way was a young man with his hands bound, short black hair, brown skin, and strange markings all over his body.

The villagers formed a long line and walked along the path, like a pilgrimage procession.

After a while, the group stopped at the top of the mountain.

An elderly man, who appeared to be the village chief, said something, and then several burly men tied the young man at the front to a boulder.

The village chief stepped forward, knife in hand.

What followed was a heart-wrenching scream.

With his right eye gouged out and his limbs severed, the young man was suffering inhumane and cruel abuse.

But the crowd below seemed oblivious, kneeling and praying before the demonic-looking figures, as if this would bring them peace of mind.

The entire process lasted from day to night, until the villagers came down the mountain and returned to the village.

The young man was imprisoned in a cell on the mountaintop.

The dying young man peered through his prison cell with his only eye at the village at the foot of the mountain and at the despicable villagers.

After that, the young man died, as was to be expected.

But he was reborn, becoming a spirit, forever gazing down upon human life from the mountain.

And that concludes the story.

Like a shattered mirror, the scene before Surtr's eyes shattered with a deafening roar, leaving only a pure white space.

Before her stood the only discordant note in this space.

He was a young man whose body was covered in black markings.

She wasn't a very empathetic person, and coupled with the memories of the fire giant, she didn't feel much about that horrific scene.

"Since you've finished reading, then you might as well die."

As Surtr said this, he raised his sword and, to the astonishment of his opponent, plunged it directly into the opponent's chest.

There's absolutely no room for communication.

"You bastard!"

Angolan Manuel opened his mouth, and the next moment, flames burst from his chest, engulfing all traces of him.

mission completed.

"He seems to have returned to normal just now."

Only after the other's soul was burned to ashes did Surtr belatedly realize what was happening.

The Angolan man just now looked like an ordinary young man, so the purification ritual must have affected him to some extent.

But what does that have to do with her?

[Kill Angolan Mainyu]

[Reward: 50 Primogems]

How come there are just as many as the old bugs?

Surtr curled his lip; it seemed that Angolan Mainyu hadn't included the black mud in his calculations.

Meanwhile, outside the Greater Grail.

The light of the ceremony gradually dimmed.

"Hey, something seems to be wrong."

"Don't talk nonsense, it was Master who succeeded."

Medea tapped the babbling little girl on the head. The disappearance of the ritual meant that the Holy Grail had been purified, which meant that the Master had succeeded.

"Next up is you. Remember to come back to the workshop with me later. I'm going to carefully disassemble you."

Medea placed her hand on Illya's head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Previously, she hadn't removed the little Holy Grail from the other person's body because she was worried about not having enough output, but now she didn't have to worry anymore. She was definitely going to teach this sweet-talking little brat a lesson.

A sudden chill crept up Ilya's spine, her petite body trembled involuntarily, and she let out a trembling groan.

"Humph."

A moment later, Surtr reappeared in the Great Hollow, having received news from Medea that the Holy Grail had been successfully purified.

With that worry over, I can now focus on dealing with the other Servants.

After cleaning up the ceremony site, the group left Daekongdong and returned to Ryudong Temple.

The purification ritual didn't take long; it was only dusk when the group came out.

At this point, the Holy Grail War probably hasn't even started yet.

Of course, she didn't plan to cause trouble for the Servants tonight. Although it looked easy inside the Greater Grail, it was actually quite exhausting, and the black mud also caused mental pollution, so it was better to rest.

However, we also need to prevent other Servants from causing trouble.

"Goo~"

Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from below.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Illya was seen with her head down, a slight blush creeping up her ears.

It seems the opponent just expended a lot of energy.

"I'll prepare dinner right away. Is there anything you'd like to eat, Miss?"

Sera's body jolted, and she spoke quickly.

It is a maid's dereliction of duty to let her master go hungry.

"And what would Lady Surtr and Lady Medea like to eat?"

Sera asked the same question to the two of them.

Do I have one too?

"Of course."

Sera answered matter-of-factly.

However, when suddenly asked what he wanted to eat, Surtr was still a little unsure.

"Hmm... then let's do the same as Ilya."

fsn: Chapter 34 Take off your clothes

After a simple yet delicious dinner, Surtr was summoned to Medea's workshop.

The other party's workshop directly requisitioned the warehouse of Ryudoji Temple, and after some renovations, it became what it is now.

"Then, please take off your clothes, Master."

As soon as she entered the workshop, Medea said this to her.

"Huh?"

Surtr blinked, then, as if remembering something, turned and looked around.

The workshop's airtightness is commendable; in such a sealed environment, no matter how loudly you shout, no one will know, making it ideal for doing things that shouldn't be known to others.

Could it be...?

"If you want to have clothes made, I need to know your size. Please put your hair up."

Medea took out a measuring tape and explained.