Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Surtr breathed a sigh of relief.

So who exactly made this thing?

The answer is obvious.

Only Medea could have caused something like this at Ryudouji Temple.

"Master, you're awake."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; Medea emerges from the workshop.

Surtr turned his head slightly to look at the other person and asked.

"Is this the surprise you mentioned yesterday?"

"Yes, I extracted the remaining magic power from the Greater Grail, concentrated it, and used it as a cannonball. Since making another container would be too much trouble, I simply hung it in the sky."

"There are five shots in total, each with about the same power as the Holy Lance."

Medea explained.

really.

Come to think of it, this guy mentioned before that he would turn the magic of the Holy Grail into cannonballs.

Surtr remembered what the other party had said before. After summoning Talulah, she hadn't thought about it again, but she didn't expect the other party to actually pull it off.

They even went to great lengths to make the shape look so realistic, which is really misleading.

However, she will likely face an attack from three Servants simultaneously, so increased strength is definitely a good thing.

"But is it okay to extract the magic power like this? Won't it affect the function of the Greater Grail?"

"Don't worry, Master. The magical power in the Greater Grail is only needed to hold the Holy Grail War, not for making wishes. The vast magical power that overflows from the hole that opens the outer world by sacrificing the souls of Servants is what is needed to grant wishes."

"I see."

Surtr wasn't too clear on the wish-granting mechanism of the Holy Grail War, and he hadn't seen a specific description of it in his previous life, but since Medea had said so, it probably wasn't wrong.

"Master, are you going out again tonight? If necessary, I can provide artillery support."

The other person sounded eager to try.

It seems like they want to "fire and have some fun."

After considering it for a while, Surtr shook his head.

"No, let's just stay home for the next few days and wait for the other Servants to come."

The current situation is completely different from her initial plan.

She had originally planned to hunt Saber and Archer tonight, but after seeing those things, she felt it wasn't necessary.

Given Surtr's absolute dominance, unless they're prepared to obediently wait for their deaths, the remaining guys will probably unite to prioritize dealing with her, the big boss.

Just wait at home, and they will come to you.

With her new costume, Talulah, and Medea's version of the halo, Surtr feels invincible now.

Even if it's the combination of King's Army, Unlimited Blade Works, Tengen Sword Works, and the Holy Lance... well, this combination does seem pretty terrifying.

"Can this thing be brought into a Reality Marble?"

"Surtr asked."

“My temple is no less powerful than any other enchanted barrier.”

So, it means there's no problem, right?

It seems they still have an overwhelming advantage in firepower, so there's no need to worry too much.

"Isn't it a bit too conspicuous to just hang it in the sky like that?"

She pointed to the halo in the sky; under normal circumstances, she still respected the rules of this world.

tentatively.

"Don't worry, Master, I have taken good precautions."

Medea, being a magician, was clearly more thorough in her considerations than Surtr.

"That's all."

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Inside the rented room, in the bedroom, Rin groped her way up from the hard bed.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were sleepy, and he had faint dark circles under his eyes.

Although the Tohsaka family had fallen on hard times, they were still nobles, and their quality of life was at least guaranteed. It was quite difficult for them to adapt to living in such a place all at once.

Seemingly sensing its master's awakening, Archer's words echoed in its mind at just the right moment.

"Rin, we've found the Rider group."

My drowsy mind jolted awake upon hearing the news. I spent a few minutes washing up and getting dressed. When I got to the living room, I saw my servant sitting on the sofa, wearing a dark shirt, legs crossed, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

He seems like a retired senior official.

Rin thought to herself, then stepped forward and asked.

"You're quick, Archer! Where did you find it?"

"They exposed themselves on the street, and they're probably looking for us too."

Archer put down his newspaper and explained.

This morning, while he was scouting the city, he spotted the big man in red on the street at a glance.

There's no mutual attraction between Servants. The other person just suffered a defeat yesterday and is now walking around in the street without any attempt to hide it. Who would believe it wasn't intentional?

Have you been in contact with them?

"Yes, we've arranged a time and place to meet, and it won't be long now."

"Okay, let's go call Saber then, we'll go together later."

Since the other party had already made the arrangements, Rin had nothing to say; that was her original plan.

With that, Rin turned and headed toward Saber's workshop.

Despite being a Saber, she possesses skills similar to Caster's, making Rin increasingly unable to understand her.

A moment later, in the warehouse in the courtyard of the rented house.

Saber's workshop was located here.

Rin raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, a red-haired youth, shirtless and soaked in sweat, opened the door. Accompanying him was a scorching, rusty smell emanating from the workshop.

"It's so hot."

Rin took a few steps back, glanced at the furnace in the workshop, and asked.

"You're forging a sword? Are you alright now?"

"Yes, thanks to your gem, it's recovering faster than expected."

Saber nodded.

The thought of those lost jewels stung Rin's heart, but the elegance ingrained in the Tohsaka family allowed her to force a smile.

"That's wonderful! So, how are the results so far?"

After spending this time together, Rin also learned the other person's real name.

Senko Muramasa is a famous Japanese swordsmith.

Hearing that the other party could forge swords comparable to Noble Phantasms made Rin somewhat expectant.

"Hmm... the results are so-so, but they should come in handy in future battles."

As she spoke, Saber entered the workshop, and Rin hesitated for a moment before following her in.

Then she regretted it.

It was like stepping into a steamer; sweat began to seep from my back in no time. It was hard to imagine how this guy managed to stay inside all day long.

This is what Servants are like; they're terrifyingly strong.

The workshop was a narrow space with flames spewing from the furnaces along the walls. The air was filled with a strong smell of rust, which made Rin unconsciously wrinkle her nose.

It was more of a blacksmith shop than a workshop.

On the innermost wall, several swords were hanging, the most eye-catching of which was a Japanese sword that was entirely crimson.

In a daze, she seemed to see again Saber's earth-shattering sword strike within her bounded field.

"That's your achievement? It feels like a very powerful weapon."

Rin looked at the red katana and could feel a powerful magical energy emanating from it. She couldn't determine exactly how strong it was, but it was definitely at the level of a Noble Phantasm.

"Judging by power alone, it shouldn't be much inferior to my Noble Phantasm."

Saber took the knife, stroked the blade, and spoke with regret.

"But at most, he can only unleash three strikes, which is similar to Archer's illusion collapse in a sense."

This kind of knife, which can only be used as a disposable item, obviously does not meet his expectations.

"Another trump card."

Even if it's a one-time use weapon, its power is still considerable.

"If used on the battlefield, it would be considered a pretty good weapon."

"Let's not talk about that for now. What brings you here to see me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Rin clapped her hands, almost forgetting the important matter.

“The Archer has already contacted the Rider, and we’re going to work with them. You should come along too.”

"I understand, please wait a moment."

FSN: Chapter Sixty-Four - You Still Have a Chance to Escape

into the night.

The Avengers assembled at the foot of the mountain near Ryudong Temple.

Saber, Archer, Rider, Bazett, Gray, and two Masters who were just there to make up the numbers.

The Servants united as one and challenged the final boss.

The choice for Boss is obvious, it's Surtr.

After reaching an agreement at noon, the group immediately went to Ryudong Temple that evening.

Speed ​​is of the essence in war, especially when facing a Caster Servant who might pull off some unexpected move at any moment. The sooner the battle begins, the better for them.

Nearly half of the Servants in the entire Holy Grail War challenged one side, a privilege not even Gilgamesh of the previous Holy Grail War received. It's hard to imagine any reason why they would lose.

But looking at the mountain path in front of him, Weber still nervously swallowed.

This direct incursion into the caster's territory was undoubtedly reckless.

But there is no other way now. The barrier that refuses the Servants covers the entire Mount Enzou, and there is only one mountain path that allows them to pass.

Please step into the urn.

Weber thought of this idiom that came from the mysterious East.

Because the barrier's effect is singular, it is exceptionally powerful; perhaps only a powerful Noble Phantasm can break it.

However, in this situation, prioritizing consumption is not a good strategy.

Even at times like this, we have to let them lead us by the nose. Before the battle even begins, our side is already at a disadvantage. They are truly formidable opponents.

Taking two deep breaths, Weber turned around and addressed the people behind him.

"Alright everyone, let's go. According to the plan, the highest priority is Caster, and the second highest priority is Surtr."

In any case, losing a Servant means losing the right to participate in the Holy Grail War.

They didn't need to confront a being as advanced as Surtr directly; they just needed to stall him.