Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Magicians often have a very strong sense of territory and are quite wary of other magicians who trespass on their territory.

Not to mention followers.

Neither of them concealed their whereabouts, so it was only natural that Zouken Matou discovered them.

At the same time, another line of tasks popped up in Surtr's eyes.

Client: Zoken Matou

[Mission: To gain eternal life]

[Reward: 500 Primogems]

But she only glanced at it before throwing it into the trash can.

Although she really wanted the raw stone, she would rather cremate him than help him achieve immortality.

At least one's thoughts are clear.

Zouken Matou's gaze lingered on Medea for a moment before turning to Surtr beside her.

A greedy, dark light emanated from his deep-set eyes.

For this old man who was nearing the end of his life, the other person's vigorous vitality was undoubtedly a fatal temptation.

Judging from their appearance, they probably have some special bloodline, likely from the lineage of the Bacterioveners. Those people can spread the mysteries of the Age of Gods within their families in a virus-like form, so it's not surprising that it's a bit strange.

That would be even better.

If he could keep her here... Thinking of this, Zouken Matou couldn't help but feel happy.

As for the caster on the side.

Even if he is a Servant, he is just the weakest Caster, and he doesn't really take him seriously.

"I wonder what business you two distinguished guests have with this old man? Why don't you come inside and discuss it in detail?"

Suppressing his desire for the moment, Zouken Matou feigned concern and asked the two of them.

"We'd go even without you saying so, Caster, let's get started."

Surtr didn't want to waste words with this guy, so he just shouted directly.

"Understood, Master."

Medea responded immediately, as she had long wanted to remove this eyesore. She immediately summoned her staff and lightly tapped it on the ground.

Magic gathered in the air to form a pale pink magic circle.

The scorching beam of light pierced through Zouken Matou's body along with the gate.

The corpse fell, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a swarm of insects that gathered in the air and flew towards the mansion as if fleeing.

"What an impolite little girl!"

Annoyed voices echoed from all directions, and the magical barrier set up inside the mansion was fully activated. The rustling of insects rose from the bushes, corners, and under the bricks, and dark shadows emerged from them. In the blink of an eye, the Matou mansion was transformed into an impregnable fortress.

The old bug didn't die.

Not surprising, after all, that thing is quite difficult to kill.

However, considering the information Shinji provided, it remains to be seen whether the other party intends to hold the mansion or to lure them in.

'Be careful, he might be hiding something in the house.'

Surtr reminded him.

'clear.'

Medea nodded and focused her gaze on the barrier.

Before she arrived, Surtr had already introduced her to the old bug, a magician who had survived from five hundred years ago to the present day, and who in his prime could even rival Servants.

He was once a noble person who longed to save the world and cherished ideals, but now he seems to have completely fallen.

"Hmph, the barrier itself is somewhat impressive. It seems those few hundred years weren't wasted."

"But after all this time, it's still only at this level, which means it's nothing special."

Medea's tone made no attempt to hide her disdain for Zouken Matou.

This is still not enough to stop Medea, who is the pinnacle of magic in this world.

After observing for about ten seconds, Medea stepped forward and came to an outer wall.

A bluish magical glow shimmered above the staff. He raised his hand and lightly tapped the wall with the staff.

Instantly, blue patterns, resembling circuit boards, spread outwards from the tin staff on the semi-transparent barrier.

then.

boom.

Like a shattered mirror, in Surtr's view, the semi-circular protective barrier surrounding the Matou family shattered into pieces simply from Medea's touch.

The whole process only takes about ten seconds.

Although Surtr was confident he was faster, he clearly couldn't match his opponent's elegance.

"Let's go, Master."

Medea stepped calmly into the courtyard.

A swarm of insects rushed towards us.

The obscure incantations were uttered at an inaudible pace, and a blue gale swirled around the two, swatting away the attacking insects.

But no matter how many there are, they are ultimately just some low-class trash, and under Medea's exquisite control, not a single drop of blood can get close.

Surtr followed behind, and every now and then he would hear static as if a signal had been cut off, and one magic circle after another would appear and explode in the air.

Medea is like a surgeon with a scalpel.

In less than two minutes, the barrier that the Matou family had maintained for hundreds of years was almost completely destroyed by Medea.

The two walked unreservedly into the depths of the courtyard.

A moment later, they arrived at the gate of the mansion.

strange?

Standing at the doorway, Surtr looked back at the devastated courtyard.

Why didn't I see Assassin?

She had been on guard against the other person, but she hadn't seen him even after they arrived at the gate of the mansion.

Was there indeed a trap?

They exchanged a glance, Medea took two steps back, and raised her staff. A blazing beam of light erupted from the top, piercing through the gate.

The cold sunlight streamed in from outside, bringing a sliver of light to the dim living room.

Stepping inside, the putrid stench, so different from the insect swarm outside, made Surtr frown.

And this feeling, this malice, seemed familiar to her, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

It must have been not long ago, I think it was

"It's the Greater Grail!"

Suddenly, Medea spoke.

"Master, there is the Greater Grail here, no, it should be the aura of evil in this world."

Yes, that's it.

No wonder it felt familiar.

It turns out the old bug had even collected the black mud.

"Let's go back out first..."

Even without Black Sakura, the Black Mud itself is a special attack against Servants, so it's too dangerous for Medea to stay here.

But before the two could make a move, Zouken Matou's sinister voice rang out again.

"Heh, trying to leave now? Too late!"

A cacophony of flapping wings filled my ears, and large shadows emerged from the darkness. Their scarlet compound eyes glowed eerily in the air, their sheer number illuminating even the living room.

If those outside are just small fry, then those inside are all elite monsters.

Normally, even so, the threat to Servants would be limited, but...

"These are insects that I specially cultivated using black mud. I think they should be quite effective for Servants."

The old worm's lips curled into a confident smile.

Even the most powerful Servant will be corroded by the black mud if bitten by these insects; they are practically created specifically to deal with Servants.

Once the Servants are eliminated, the remaining Master is no threat at all.

Surtr ignored him, grabbed Medea, and ran outside.

But before they knew it, a figure in black robes had already blocked their way.

The shadowy figure raised its right arm, which seemed disproportionate to its body, and a hoarse voice came from beneath the skull mask.

"Noble Phantasm, delusional heart sound."

Noble Phantasm!

The shadows in the room climbed onto the two women, as if to devour them completely.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, it was a near-certain death situation.

But in the shadows.

The girl with flaming hair curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Ah, I've been waiting for you!

FSN: Chapter Eleven - The Strongman Cracks the Skull

The sound of the insects' wings swirling around them meant that the two had entered their attack range as soon as they stepped into the living room.

Zouken Matou stood in the shadows, watching the two below.

Even if a Caster with inferior attributes can react, their resistance against a specially modified swarm of insects is extremely limited. While the lineage of the Preservatives might possess some unique magic, combined with the Assassin's ultimate Noble Phantasm, they can be completely wiped out before it even activates.

"They've already checked the checkmate."

Zouken Matou curled his withered lips, already eager to taste what Surtr's vibrant body was like.

Coincidentally, Surtr thought so too.

Even when faced with Hassan's Noble Phantasm, Surtr's expression remained unwavering; instead, an excited smile appeared on his face.

She really didn't know what to do if the other party kept hiding; now that they've come out, things are much easier.

A sudden gust of warm air carrying a pungent smell blew into the cold living room.

The feeling of heat invaded Zouken Matou's body. Although his body was no longer so sensitive to changes in temperature, he still felt drenched in sweat.

what happened?

Ask this question in your mind, but you don't need to think about it, because the next moment, everything in sight is dyed crimson.

The heatwave distorted the air, and the raging flames, centered on Surtr, instantly filled every corner of the living room.

The swarm of insects cried out in anguish, and along with the black mud they carried, they were burned to ashes by the flames, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Its power was so great that it terrified Zouken Matou.

You know, those insects were all carefully cultivated by him using black mud, and they had high resistance to all kinds of things. Ordinary magic could hardly harm them, but they couldn't even last three seconds. What kind of fire was that?

My subconscious urge was to escape.

But then he felt a burning sensation beneath him and looked down.

A wisp of flame had already climbed onto his outer garment, and like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, the flames instantly engulfed Zouken Matou's body.

Damn it!

A scream rang out, and then silence fell.

They're nothing but maggots in the gutter; they can't stir up any waves in the face of absolute power.