Super God: If I punch you, you will die

The enemy Servants total three...or four. There's the "black" Archer, the "black" Rider, and "someone" who isn't on the "black" side. The problem now lies with the "black" Saber. Sometimes she's there, sometimes she isn't; she seems somewhat elusive.

Contrary to her appearance and demeanor, "she" is extremely cautious in her actions. For this vengeful spirit, born with a special purpose for killing, murder is neither a job nor a hobby; if one had to force a conclusion, murder is her meaning of existence, or rather, her value in life.

Just as everyone must prove their existence by leaving footprints, her way of proving her "existence" was by killing.

She waited for that moment to arrive with great care and utmost caution.

The decisive moment always came at night. She would never risk her own life for anything. The key question was how many opportunities there were to kill, and how many of those opportunities "she" could actually choose from.

Battles always unfold in a one-on-one manner. But killing must be a one-sided act. Considering this, the battle with "Red" Saber must have been quite unexpected for her.

"Did I really lose after all, back then?"

Although the memory itself was unpleasant, when they faced each other head-on, "she" was unequivocally certain of her defeat.

His own blow failed to sever the opponent's throat, while hers severed his own head.

Although this was due to differences in stats, unfavorable combat conditions, different hero levels, and various other factors that had negatively impacted her situation... there were still weaknesses that could be exploited. That's what "she" thought.

The gap in status values ​​can be bridged through one's own abilities. As long as one conceals their presence at night, no one will be able to detect their existence.

At the same time, "she" also knew that... as long as Master was killed, no matter what kind of hero it was, it would become an insignificant existence. To the murderer, whether it was a magician or a prostitute... they were all prey without distinction.

Whoosh... The person who yawned leisurely was none other than "Red" Rider.

"So much free time."

"I really have a lot of free time."

The one who responded was the "Red" Archer. After all, this was a garden floating in the air, and it wasn't possible to just go outside for a stroll. In just half a day, the two Servants had already become incredibly bored.

"Are you bored?"

Shirou Kotomine, who has become the master of the two, appears with her original Servant, "Red" Assassin.

"Yeah. So, you're saying those 'Black' guys will catch up in three days, right?"

"Indeed. I'm afraid the other side will have to prepare 'horses' capable of reaching this sky garden... Depending on the specific circumstances, it might take a little longer."

Both Rider and Archer simultaneously voiced their dissatisfaction. Assassin said with a sigh:

"It's just three days. Is impatience the fate of heroes fighting on the front lines?"

"If you want to pick a fight, I'd be happy to oblige."

Seeing the two staring at each other, Shirou offered some advice:

"Alright, alright, you two, please calm down. Now, I do have something I'd like to ask Archer for help with."

"Well?"

Archer, who was specifically mentioned, frowned in surprise.

“I’d like to ask you to do some reconnaissance on the ‘Black’ side. Normally, this task would be best suited for an Assassin with the Presence Concealment ability, but…”

Shirou glanced at Assassin. Assassin snorted and looked away, seemingly a little annoyed.

"Ah, although an Assassin is indeed an Assassin, this won't do."

"Whether we can completely conceal our presence is a question mark; there's nothing we can do about it!"

Seeing both riders laugh at the same time, Assassin glared at Shirou with an even more displeased expression. While trying to appease Assassin, Shirou spoke to Archer.

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"Therefore, I think you are the most suitable candidate to act as an investigator."

"Um, about me..."

"I regret to say that... among the members here, there is no hero less suited to be a scout than Rider."

Shirou maintained a gentle expression and decisively rejected "Red" Rider's opinion.

"Hmm. But what about when we come back?"

"Since I am your Master, we are naturally connected in spirit. As long as you call me with your mind, I will summon you back with a Command Spell. Even if you are given any orders by the Ruler over there, I can use a Command Spell here to block them."

The "spatial teleportation" used by magicians is a mystery extremely close to magic, and for Shirou, who has not studied magic other than baptismal chanting, it is of course impossible for him to do.

However, this can be easily solved with a Command Spell.

"Is it really okay to use a Command Spell for something so trivial?"

“It’s alright. Because I inherited Command Seals from other Masters, unlike her who was summoned as a Ruler, I can even concentrate all my Command Seals on the same Servant. And there’s also the Berserker part, so just one slash won’t have any effect.”

That means that no matter how powerful one's magic resistance is, it cannot contend with him.

"It doesn't matter. If it can get rid of this depression... being a scout isn't such a big deal."

"Then, I'll have to trouble you."

"Red" Archer nodded slightly, and immediately transformed into a spirit, erasing his aura.

"Master, is there nothing I can do?"

"Speaking of which, Caster seems to be recruiting assistants."

"No."

Incidentally, the so-called assistant is someone who stands there to select specific materials from a mountain of books, then opens the books and shows them to Caster.

"How about we just do a few simple gestures with Lancer?"

"I still won't do it."

"Oh. So even the famous hero Achilles would say he doesn't want to fight."

"Probably in retaliation for what happened earlier," Assassin said with a cheerful laugh. "Hmph..." Rider replied with a displeased expression.

“I’m telling you, there’s no way you’re going to let me just ‘spar’ with Lancer. Once we start fighting, it’s to the very end. We’ll fight until we kill each other.”

"Couldn't we keep the power at around 50%?"

"To offer only half the strength in the face of India's foremost hero is utterly disrespectful. I have long decided that when I fight him, it will be a fight to the death."

"I see," Assassin said, no longer laughing. As an empress and a schemer, Assassin could easily understand their feelings. However, even if their actions seemed to him merely to be fussing over trivial matters, he shouldn't ridicule them and upset them. To disregard the dignity of heroes was the act of a fool.

"Hmm... Considering the possibility of unforeseen circumstances, it's not really appropriate to let Rider leave. But, we should at least try to find a way to keep you entertained."

"If Master is willing to fight me, I can use half of my power."

Rider provoked him with these words. Judging from the smile on his face, he probably wasn't serious. The world-renowned hero Achilles and the little hero Amakusa Shiro Tokisada from the Far East were on completely different levels in terms of both achievements and background.

Under Assassin's gaze, just as Rider was about to laugh and say "Just kidding"...

"No problem. I'm just sitting around doing nothing until the situation with the Greater Grail stabilizes."

Frozen... Neither Rider nor Assassin could immediately comprehend his answer as Master.

"Assassin, and please lend me the spear and sword used by the Dragon Fang Soldiers. It's better than both sides using their own weapons."

"Wait, wait, wait. You're not kidding, are you?"

"This...is this a joke? Even I'm not confident about it."

Shirou finished speaking casually, extending his hand to Assassin. Rider was initially speechless with surprise, but then burst into loud laughter:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Are you an idiot, Master!? Even if you're a Heroic Spirit, do you really think you can fight me, the one who defeated Troy?!"

His words weren't mocking; they were spoken with a chilling rage in his voice, revealing his true feelings. Rider knew the specifics of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's heroic deeds, but not his fighting techniques. However, he possessed an unwavering confidence in consistently winning battles more brutal than any other.

If you were to challenge him, you would likely clash with his arrogance.

However, Shirou calmly accepted Rider's intense emotions, took the sword that Assassin had prepared, and then threw the gun to Rider.

"If this hurts your pride, I apologize. But if it's just for amusement... I'd be happy to oblige."

Shirou raised her sword. Rider turned her face away with a sulky expression...

moment.

The steel pieces collided violently.

A shot fired from a gun without any preparation is no different from a bullet. Shirou, who blocked this attack, had an astonishingly fast reaction speed.

"Oh..." Rider exclaimed in admiration. Rider withdrew his thrusting spear, spun around, and readjusted his fighting stance.

"Did you manage to defend against that attack? Okay, I'll play with you for a bit."

"Please show mercy."

"Hmm, that's hard to say. Because since I was born, I've rarely held back when I'm wielding a gun."

Rider's step forward took less than a split second; before Shirou could even comprehend it, the attack had already struck.

Fortunately, his body reacted before his mind, and he managed to avoid it.

And so, the killing game began.

Despite being adjacent to Sigișoara, Romania's premier metropolis, Tolifas has yet to experience significant development. This situation will likely continue.

Preston… the Danic clan, who before calling themselves Yugdomirenia, settled here because they were attracted by the presence of Romania's premier spiritual veins. Naturally, such veins also became targets for others. However, after a fierce battle, they were all defeated by the Preston clan, who were at the height of their power at the time.

After gaining control of the city, the people of Preston embarked on an active campaign. They didn't merely watch humans create the city; they actively participated in its creation, striving to build an ideal city.

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Because of its unassuming appearance, lack of historical renown, and striking resemblance to the neighboring city of Sighisoara but with inconvenient transportation, the number of tourists is quite small... Although the ley lines are of the highest grade, they are fortified with strong connections and a protective network that prevents outside magicians from moving freely. The barriers scattered throughout the area are extremely sensitive and have nothing to do with magic; the area is inherently very wary of "outsiders." It actually took Alma Petrecia, the watcher of the Holy Church, a full twenty years to finally eliminate these guarded guards.

Torifas is practically a city ruled by magicians. Including those who are not magicians, probably more than 20% of the total population maintain some form of connection with Yggdrasil.

Of course, they also received some kind of instruction during this Holy Grail War. Even though the city itself is safe, its atmosphere still evokes a sense of unease.

Darnic, the leader of Yggdrasil, has fallen. However, not many people know this... nor do they know that the Holy Grail War has taken a strange turn.

To prevent leaks, Fiore kept the whole truth a secret. Of course, the Mage's Association would eventually send a notification... but right now, resolving the Holy Grail War must be the top priority.

"The ten magicians lurking in Tolifas have lost contact."

Upon receiving intelligence from Fiore, Ruler and Rider, along with a homunculus skilled in magic, decided to first investigate the traces they had left behind.

Tolfas was divided into the old town area inside the city walls and the new town area outside the walls. Although called the new town, it's actually because the buildings there were constructed after the elimination of Ottoman Turkish influence, meaning they are actually several hundred years old…

Ruler, Rider, and Elzia are responsible for investigating the new city area, while Archer and Koles are responsible for investigating the old city area. They plan to first split up and go to their respective hideouts to find out why they lost contact, thereby uncovering clues to determine their next course of action.

"Alright, let's start with the first one. We'll be at the magician's house, the closest one to here, soon!"

Rider raised his fist high with great enthusiasm. However, Ruler seemed a little shy and distanced himself from him, while Elzia calmly observed the map of Torifas. In other words, she completely ignored him. Seeing this, Rider immediately puffed out his cheeks with a "whoosh" and lowered his raised fist.

"It's Carl Lacresse. Turn left at the intersection about 200 meters from here."

On the sparsely populated main road, the three of them—or rather, mostly Rider—continued shouting and yelling as they walked. In less than five minutes, they reached the initial search location.

The Lexam family house is an old stone building with a simple, cube-shaped structure. Open-plan houses easily lead to the dissipation of magical energy, so this type of enclosed building is probably the ideal form for magicians who hate the dissipation of magical energy.

Elzia used the master key given to her by Fiore to unlock the spell-bound door. This was magic that would warn the Triphass family if an unauthorized intruder was discovered... but if it was an Assassin intruding, it shouldn't pose any obstacle.

The interior of the house, just as its exterior suggested, appeared quite simple. There was a living room, kitchen, and bathroom; the bedrooms were probably upstairs. No color… Ruler remarked. Most people, after living in a house for ten or twenty years, would gradually imbue it with their own personal touch. But this room showed absolutely no such trace.

It felt just like a hotel room, with a unified atmosphere. If we hadn't just moved here... we could probably find its "color" in other rooms.

"Hmm~ Can you smell blood?"

As soon as he stepped into the room, Rider sniffed and said this. Ruler sniffed like him, but couldn't smell any blood.

"I didn't feel anything..."

"Is it an illusion?"

"Probably not."

After saying this, Elzia wove a short incantation. It was a simple "perception" magic, the object of which was blood. The incantation glowed with a hazy blue light, emphasizing the bloodstains remaining at the scene. Traces of blood foam were scattered throughout the room.

"Ah, so it was cleaned thoroughly beforehand. No wonder it was so hard to find."

"But the Rider who can sense these scents is really amazing."

"Compared to these, these bloodstains... even on the ceiling, that's really impressive."

Rider pointed to the ceiling. Ruler frowned and nodded in agreement. "The ceiling is quite high; for blood to splatter that high, it must be..."

"Either his head was cut off, or his head was smashed; there are only two possibilities."

"Considering the extent of the blood spurting out, I think it probably severed the carotid artery. That's it... in that upright posture."