Super God: If I punch you, you will die

The "Red" side, having lost their Berserker, is now reduced to only six riders. If I were the commander of the "Red" side, I would naturally want to launch an attack before the enemy can fill the gap left by Saber. Because now, before they can regroup, is their golden opportunity to win.

"We need Caster's Noble Phantasm."

"However, I heard that the materials needed for the Noble Phantasm have not yet been fully collected."

A Noble Phantasm is something a Servant brings into the world when they are summoned, and it is naturally woven from magical energy. Regardless of the conditions required for its activation, a Noble Phantasm itself generally does not require any materials.

If anything, it would probably be if that Noble Phantasm still existed in the world today. However, in that case, what would be needed is the Noble Phantasm itself, not some kind of material.

Noble Phantasms are not unknown weapons, but merely noble fantasies sublimated from the legends of Heroic Spirits passed down through generations. Therefore, Noble Phantasms have always been complete entities from the very beginning... that's how it was originally.

If any Noble Phantasm deviates from this rule, it is either too enormous for an individual Heroic Spirit to possess, or—it is something that is engraved in legends precisely because it is unfinished.

"We're missing one more material. Once we have that, we can activate it."

"What exactly is that material?"

"He is a first-class magician."

Danic spoke with a serious expression. Only after hearing his words did Archer finally understand many aspects of the situation.

"I see. So that's why Caster wanted that android."

"That's right. It's said that Caster's Noble Phantasm can directly reflect the performance of the 'furnace core' into the power of the Noble Phantasm. Among our clan, there are those with such talent..."

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"There are only seven people who have become Masters, and that android."

"If they are second-rate or third-rate magicians, I can gather them up no matter how many there are. But if I'm looking for a magician who has inherited a magic crest that has been passed down for a hundred years, then it's not something that can be prepared immediately."

“I think androids shouldn’t be able to be imprinted…” “But that android was created using Einzbern technology, so maybe some sudden mutation occurred during the manufacturing process and a monster was created. Caster probably saw through that.”

Indeed—Archer silently agreed in his heart. His magic circuits were truly top-tier. And that was precisely why his frail body couldn't withstand the power of those magic circuits.

"But given the current situation, the possibility of capturing androids is extremely low. In other words..."

"Is it really that we have to contribute certain people as material?"

"Yes. In that situation, there's only one suitable candidate."

Danic pondered with a wry smile.

He was probably referring to Gerd Mujik Yggdmillennia—Archer speculated. The Master was certainly not unrelated to Saber's suicide.

Upon waking, Gerd, facing Lancer's interrogation, descended into a state of almost pitiful panic, while simultaneously unleashing a torrent of abuse upon Saber and Rider. Even from Archer's perspective as a Servant, this was an extremely unpleasant act.

Gerd completely forgot that Saber, while being his Servant, was also the unparalleled immortal hero Siegfried. No, it's less about forgetting and more about daring not to face it.

If he didn't follow Master's instructions, it must have been a judgment based on his own beliefs. Trying to subdue someone with pressure, like Gerd did, was the worst approach. In fact, Gerd's insolent attitude was probably a major reason why Lancer's anger towards Rider was somewhat appeased—that's what Archer thought to himself.

"Is Caster suitable as the Master of the 'Red' Berserker?"

Although Gerd lost Saber, he still retained a Command Seal, meaning he still possessed Master privileges. If he were to re-establish a contract, the recipient would naturally be "Red" Berserker—

Caster has now acted as an agent to complete the Master's contract.

"After all, I have absolutely no expectations for Berserker's Master. All I need to do is transfer Gerd's Command Spells to Caster and then use the Command Spells to induce Berserker's berserk state, and the mission will be complete."

"I see."

Danic looked up at the sky helplessly.

"Has Assassin's Master not sent any contact yet?"

"Well, according to the 'Spirit Artifact Panel,' Assassin is definitely not out yet..."

The worst possible scenarios flashed through their minds. As a member of the Yggdrasilian race, Hyoma Sagara made a special trip back to his homeland in the Far East to summon his Servant in the best possible condition.

Based on the reaction of the "Spiritual Weapon Plate," the summoning itself should have been successful. However, it is currently impossible to determine whether the Master is Sagara Hyoma.

In other words, it is very likely that someone other than Sagara is currently serving as the Assassin's Master. "Black" Assassin—although Jack the Ripper's history is not long and he is a serial killer who is far removed from Heroic Spirits, due to the characteristics of his class, he is undoubtedly the most skilled at killing Masters.

In this sense, Assassin can be said to be the Servant who instantly becomes the most terrifying being once you become their enemy.

"The 'Red' team has two Assassins—this is probably the worst-case scenario..."

Upon hearing Archer's words, Danic shook his head as if unwilling to consider the possibility. Just then, the door suddenly opened, and both of them instinctively turned their gazes towards the doorway.

'Uncle, Archer, may I bother you for a moment?'

The one who barged in midway was none other than Fiore Hallwich Yogdomilenia, the Master of "Black" Archer. Normally handling everything with elegance, she now displayed an unusual expression of confusion.

"What's wrong, Fiore? You didn't even knock before entering..."

Fiore didn't answer, but simply spread out the newspaper in front of them without saying a word. Danic and Archer both focused their attention on the entire page of the report.

"this is……"

"It seems that a serial killer has appeared in Bucharest, the capital of Romania, and has now moved north from Bucharest, with the area of ​​victims expanding to the vicinity of Sigișoara."

Danic hurriedly read the report carefully. Although it did not detail the specifics of the killings, it seemed that more than thirty people had been killed, and the entire Romanian region appeared to be in a state of panic.

"I initially thought it was just a coincidence, but please look here, at the list of victims..."

Fiore pointed to a photograph of a woman. Although the newspaper photo was blurry, it was still clear that she had a rather pretty face. The caption simply read "Unidentified."

"Her name is Pemetregis—a magician in the same discipline as me."

Upon hearing this, Danic finally realized the gravity of the situation. If this were just an ordinary serial killer, it might be explained away as a coincidence. However, if the list of victims included a magician, it could never be a coincidence. Moreover, she was probably one of the magicians dispatched to Torifas by the Mage's Association.

"Is she the kind of magician who would be killed by a serial killer?"

“No, Pemetregis is a magician who specializes in espionage. If we take the combat abilities of her familiars into account, I'm afraid an ordinary magician would not be able to defeat her.”

"So, does that mean this serial killer has the ability to kill magicians?"

If the serial killer were merely a magician whose skill surpassed hers, it would be one thing. But what came to his mind was a notorious figure far superior to any magician.

Assassin's Servant—Jack the Ripper. Has he already arrived in Romania? If so, what is his Master thinking? His indifference to these unusual events reported in the newspapers suggests his mind isn't functioning normally. This completely violates the fundamental principle that magicians must conceal mysterious phenomena.

"Yes. What should we do, Uncle? We can't just ignore this."

Danic pondered for a moment, then decided to send out several magicians from his tribe who were waiting in Torifas.

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"If that really is 'black' Assassin, a magician alone certainly can't fight against it."

No matter how weak a Servant may be, they are still Heroic Spirits, beings from a mysterious realm that can be described as ultimate. Moreover, their opponent is an Assassin-class specialist who excels at killing Masters.

"Shouldn't we investigate ourselves?"

Fiore's suggestion is indeed very reasonable. However, if they were to leave Torifas for Sighisoara, that would be a different story. Sending a Servant out in the current situation and weakening the city's defenses is rather—

Just as Danic was hesitating, Caster sent him a telepathic message.

"Report. 'Red' Saber and her Master appear to have moved to Torifas."

"Can we find out where they went by moving around?"

"They seem to have moved to Sighishwara. Monitoring that city with foresight will leave our defenses weak... What should we do?"

"Then you should continue to monitor Tolifas, but it would be best to also obtain intelligence from Sighishwara. If you have the capacity, keep an eye on the situation there as well."

If "Red" Saber and her Master, the bounty hunter magician Shishishvara, have left Sighishwara, then there is only one reason.

Either you have to deal with the "black" Assassin, or you have to team up with his Master—neither of these situations is one where you can stand idly by.

Although we currently have six Servants and six Masters that we can freely deploy as pieces, only one Servant is capable of serving as a scout. Even from a purely defensive perspective, it's impossible to spare two Servants for scouting missions.

“Acher, and Archer’s Master Fiore, you should head to Sighshwara immediately. There’s a ‘Black’ Assassin there… and a ‘Red’ Saber is there too.”

Upon hearing the keyword "Red" Saber, Fiore's expression tensed slightly. She was about to face the formidable Servant, the first of its kind in this Holy Grail War, and it could also be inferred that she would have to clash with her Master, Kairi Shishikai—hence her reaction.

"Understood. I'll be ready to leave immediately. Let's go, Archer."

However, Fiore felt only nervousness, not fear, as she nodded in agreement. Of course, there was also trust in her Servant, but there was something else—absolute confidence in her own abilities.

"I understand, Master. Well then, Lord Danic, I'll take my leave now."

After Fiore and Archer left the room together, Danic breathed a sigh of relief.

"As expected, things in life don't always go as planned. But it's alright. I made the decision to betray the Mage's Association by risking my life, so this level of obstacle is within my imagination."

Of course, Danic had also considered the possibility of his own defeat in the war and the annihilation of his vampire clan. But so what? For so many years, his clan had not even been given the opportunity to reach the Source, and could only gradually decline in gloom—something Danic would never forget.

Now that his clan had finally gotten a chance, that alone was an unexpected stroke of good fortune. And naturally, Danic had absolutely no intention of losing.

It wasn't my fault.

In his private room, Gerd was alone, deeply mired in humiliation and fear.

"That wasn't my fault, it's just because..."

Muttering to himself, Gerd picked up the glass with trembling hands and downed it in one gulp, refusing to admit his mistake. The expensive wine on the small coffee table tasted awful. It was a bitter, irritating flavor. Despite its terrible taste, it failed to immerse him in the numbing effects of alcohol—it was practically a rip-off.

“Yes, it’s a fraud, that damned hero… how could that be Siegfried?”

Is it that I can't get drunk? No. Actually, I am already drunk, but even though I'm drunk and have a terrible headache, all I can think about is the hateful swordsman's eyes.

Just thinking about his eyes instantly restores my mind, spirit, and composure to normal.

It wasn't a matter of ugliness or beauty, nor was it a feeling of indifference or murderous intent. That gaze was simply one of silent waiting.

"What to do?"

If he still holds onto hope for my answer, I might have some room to think it over. But if it's a cold, angry gaze, I might be forced to agree out of fear—even though I'm the Master.

If it's done through a gentle approach, offering a rewarding proposal—even if you might refuse, you wouldn't get so excited.

However, that's not actually the case. That look is merely an inorganic kind of waiting, waiting for you to make a YES or NO choice.

There was no bond between Master and Servant. It wasn't even a relationship between one intelligent agent and another. He was merely a stone—that's what Gerd thought.

To him, he was merely a stone on the path to achieving his goal. Because he found it in the way, he pushed himself aside—that's probably the extent of his understanding.

"How could that be a hero?"

Of course, despite uttering these complaints, he knew perfectly well what was going on—but he refused to face it, constantly running away from reality. Why? Because if he did, he would have to confront his own foolishness.

You know absolutely nothing.

The fear, shame, and sorrow she felt at being perceived this way by a Servant stemmed from her own actions. She neither spoke to him nor allowed him to speak. Just as Gerd treated her as a tool, Saber could only treat Gerd as a tool in return.

That was only natural. Gerd viewed everything except himself in this way. His sole purpose was the revival of the noble alchemist family, the Mujik. His joining the Yggdmillennia clan was merely a stepping stone to this goal. That was his upbringing. His father and mother said so, and so did his grandparents.

Of course, he knew this approach was wrong. However, despite knowing this, he never considered initiating any change. He felt particularly at ease following the path laid out by others.

Sooner or later, they would make others look at them with new eyes—this vengeful task was passed on to their descendants by both grandparents and parents.

He himself intended to pass this task on to his son, and after the war was over, he planned to carry out the magic imprint transplant in stages.

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The son also saw himself as a prop. Although he tried to hide it, you could tell just by looking into his all-knowing eyes... they were exactly like his reflection in the mirror.

If—he suddenly thought that.

If I were like the Holwich siblings, treating the Servant as a hero with a personality rather than as a prop...

Will Saber's inorganic gaze change? Will he and Saber usher in a different future?

Hey—Gold scoffed at his own idea and refilled his glass.

"That's so stupid. What's the point of thinking about this now?"

However, after taking a sip of wine—Gold still thought the same thing. If he had agreed to Saber's offer back then—no, that would have been incredibly foolish. He shouldn't dwell on such a ridiculous idea. He was now the loser, the one who had fallen; the rest was up to others to handle.

Only after reaching this conclusion did Gerd's drunkenness begin to permeate his entire body.

That's absolutely hateful.

Serenie's exquisite beauty contorted in anger as she strode down the corridor, her footsteps making a loud clattering sound. No matter how much she tormented herself as a Servant, seeing the other's perpetually grinning face only added to her frustration.

Despite the delicious food right in front of her, she couldn't enjoy it. Not only could she not eat it, but even when she tried to pierce it with her fork, it was rock hard and she couldn't bite it at all.

For Serenico, who was raised by old women who were black magicians, endurance and torture were completely synonymous. The only things she could endure were those related to magic.

If anything could distort that handsome face, it would probably be bringing back the android that Rider released. If you could gouge out his eyes, cut off his arms, sever his tongue, and rip out his intestines for him to eat right before Rider's eyes, then Rider would probably let out a desperate lament.

I long to see that expression on his face. I want to see it no matter what. As long as I can see the most adorable of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, Estolfo, contorted in despair, she wouldn't care if it meant her death.