Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Clearly, Surtr was looking forward to flying.

Magic is infused into the ceremonial attire.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of weightlessness came from his body, as if the surrounding gravity had disappeared. Surtr's feet slowly left the ground, and his whole body rose into the air, flying higher and higher.

Wonderful feeling.

It feels different from jumping or flying in an airplane.

The vast sky gave her a unique sense of freedom, and the towering view gave her the illusion of looking down on everything.

She even felt a little like imagining herself as a certain obsessed young man, spreading her arms wide and shouting "Freedom!" at the setting sun.

Of course, Medea was watching from below, so she still had some self-respect.

Did she accidentally expose herself like that?

But she was wearing safety shorts, so there shouldn't be any problem.

Safety shorts are truly one of humanity's greatest inventions.

Surtr sighed.

"Master, the direction of flight can be controlled by the body, while the speed is adjusted by the output of magic power."

Medea reminded herself in her mind.

"learn."

After briefly testing her flight direction, Surtr increased her magical output, and at the same time, her speed suddenly increased. A cold, howling wind swept over her, making her robes flutter loudly.

Cool.

Only one word can describe Surtr's current mood: like being on a high-speed chase.

While street racing is restricted by roads, nothing can restrain her in the sky.

Straight lines, turns, climbs, dives, sudden stops, inverted flight... Surtr pushed this outfit to its limits as much as possible.

The maximum speed should be similar to that of a high-speed train, close to 400 kilometers per hour. It can perform high-difficulty moves without any burden, and its agility is quite excellent. The only problem is that it consumes a little more magic power, but this is not a problem for Surtr.

A moment later, having confirmed the flight performance, Surtr landed on the ground with a sense of lingering satisfaction.

She then tried the speed-up function of the costume.

Surtr felt himself enveloped by an invisible current, increasing his speed by more than one level.

She wasn't used to it at first, but her strong physique allowed her to adapt quickly.

After a few minutes, I felt that I had roughly grasped the rhythm and then slowly stopped.

In terms of Servant stats, it's roughly A-rank, which is a pretty terrifying boost, and the mana cost is very low. With Surtr's abilities, it can be maintained indefinitely.

She truly lives up to her name, Medea.

fsn: Chapter 40, this round is in the bag.

Surtr was quite satisfied with the performance of the Black Swan Mystic Code, which completely made up for her lack of mobility.

The only drawback is that its defensive capabilities are slightly inferior to a certain counterfeit product with a similar name.

It's only at the level of ordinary armor.

But it's already great.

Praise Medea.

"So, Master, is there anything that needs to be changed?"

"No, it's already excellent. I can't think of anything to change for now. Let's test it in real combat later."

"In practice, Master, are you planning to go find the Saber group tonight?"

Surtr had already discussed the future arrangements with Medea, so this was not unexpected.

"Yes, they are the easiest group to deal with. And, although it's unlikely, it wouldn't be good if they cooperated with Rider, so it's better to deal with them as soon as possible."

Unlimited Blade Works combined with Army of the Kings—just hearing about this combination is terrifying.

"Understood, I'll be ready."

The two discussed their plans for the evening for a while. During this time, Medea reported to Surtr that the Lesser Grail had been retrieved, but since she had no use for it, she left it to Surtr to handle.

I believe Medea can play the most important role.

After a while, the sun set.

Led by the maid, the two arrived at the dining room and enjoyed their dinner.

Sera's culinary skills were undoubtedly superb, and the thought that the dishes on the table were the fruits of his labor made Surtr feel even more satisfied.

"Surtr is going to find Shirou, can I come with him?"

At the dinner table, Ilya, who had regained her composure, asked after learning about the two's plans for the future.

One of her purposes in coming to Fuyuki was to meet her younger brother, whom she had never met before, but her recent days as a prisoner had made her forget about it.

"It's too dangerous, young lady. Without Berserker, how can you go to the battlefield again?"

Serra was the first to voice her opposition.

Given his small stature, he would probably be gone with just a touch.

"Yes."

Surtr agreed.

"Besides, even if you go, you won't see him."

"Can't see him? Why?"

"It's probably a problem with the summoning. He has now become a pseudo-Servant, and the person who has control over his body has probably become the Servant Senji Muramasa instead of Emiya Shirou."

"So you're going to kill him?"

The Holy Grail War requires the sacrifice of Servants.

In this case, the body's owner would also die after the Servant is killed.

Not everyone has the same protective mechanisms as Joan of Arc.

"I didn't intend to kill him; I just wanted to render him powerless."

After all, she was still waiting for the other party to give her the raw gem.

However, the opponent's situation is quite troublesome. Medea's Noble Phantasm can sever contracts, but it is of little use against the opponent in this situation.

We can only fight them until they're on the verge of death before figuring out a solution.

"And you, what do you want to do with him?"

"Surtr asked."

She remembered that this little girl had a strong desire to kill Shirou Emiya, and she felt it was necessary to correct her thinking.

She was still waiting for Shirou Emiya to give her a bunch of gold coins.

To her surprise, Ilya shook her head in confusion after hearing the question.

"I...I don't know."

The unexpected question left Ilya speechless.

Despite her previous statements about killing the other person, she honestly wasn't quite sure what she actually wanted to do.

Because of Kiritsugu, she wanted to kill him.

But it was also because of Kiritsugu that she didn't want to kill him.

Moreover, having faced a life-or-death situation, he no longer views killing as casually as he did before.

Meet up, and then, what's next?

She hadn't thought it through at all; perhaps she'd need to meet with him to find out.

Seeing this, Surtr felt much more at ease.

"Alright, he's not going to run away anyway, and you'll have plenty of time to think about it later."

Although he didn't know what kind of change in the other party's mindset was, Surtr felt that Shirou Emiya's life was saved.

What happens next is none of her business.

Oh right, there's one more thing Surtr thinks he should mention beforehand.

There's something I need to tell you first.

After putting down his chopsticks, Surtr pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Kiritsugu Emiya didn't abandon you. When he was living in seclusion in Japan, he often left Shirou Emiya behind to go abroad to look for you. It's just that the Einzbern family wouldn't let him in."

"You didn't actually abandon them; it was all a lie told by that old man in your family."

"Okay, that's settled."

"I'm done eating."

He casually dropped a bombshell, and Surtr stood up amidst the stunned gazes of everyone, dusted himself off, and left the restaurant.

It wasn't until Surtr's figure disappeared from sight again that Ilya, who was still reeling from hearing the mind-blowing information, finally snapped out of her daze and slowly uttered a sentence.

"what?"

"Master, you're so mean! That brat has lost his appetite."

Soon after, Medea came out, looking at Surtr with a strange expression.

She had a general understanding of Ilya's situation and knew how important that news was to her.

In her experience, shouldn't such an important matter be discussed privately in a room? It felt strange that her master was bringing it up like casual conversation during a meal.

"I just thought of it, so I said it."

"You really are very outspoken."

"This is a good habit."

In a world teeming with riddle-solving types, you wouldn't believe how popular a straightforward person can be.

For example, a certain American cockroach.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Are you ready? If you are, let's go."

"Everything is ready..."

As she was speaking, Medea suddenly paused, and then her expression turned somewhat disgusted.

"Master, it seems we need to deal with the others before we go to find them."

Just now, the barrier she set up was triggered, and a Servant came to her door.

"who is it?"

"It's Lancer."

Let's move the clock back a little bit.

Dusk.

At the port next to Warehouse Street, a blue-haired youth in a floral shirt sat on a bench, his hands supporting his chin, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the buoys on the sea, muttering to himself.

"Next shot is a must, next shot is a must..."

It sounds like the words of a gambler.

A moment later, when he fished up another seemingly random wooden crate, the gleam in Lancer's eyes finally faded.

He glanced at the setting sun and muttered to himself.

"Let's go back."

Silently packing up his fishing gear, Lancer, like a lonely old dog, slumped his shoulders and embarked on the road back to the base.

After a while, in the Ghost Mansion on the outskirts of Fuyuki.

"Welcome back, Lancer! What happened?"

Bazett sat on the sofa and greeted everyone as usual, but she was surprised to see her servant looking like he had lost a fortune at the casino.