Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Ultimately, she learned through consulting the literature that the Artoria factor that gave birth to and perpetuated this group of "Artoria subspecies" originated from the original Holy Sword Wielder.

An ancient hero who defeated the primordial goddess Ishtar...

In order to solve the problem at its root, the mysterious heroine X embarks on a journey to find the original Holy Sword Wielder, piloting her "Golden Steed II".

However, the "Altoria subspecies" would not stand idly by, so they dispatched the last and most powerful Altoria subspecies—the mysterious heroine X·Alter—to protect the unsuspecting Holy Sword Wielder.

Thus began a grand adventure spanning multiple universes, filled with all sorts of absurdities and wonders.

After a long journey of drifting and trekking, they followed the reaction of Alter's power reactor and finally found the starting point of their destiny.

However, due to her excessive excitement, the mysterious heroine X Alter also revealed her whereabouts and was discovered by the mysterious heroine X.

Thus, the forces of good and evil engaged in a fierce aerial battle, which ultimately ended with both planes crashing.

"As a knight, how could you launch a sneak attack! How shameful!"

Xiao Ai clenched her fists, a rare emotional expression appearing on her usually expressionless face as she angrily accused a certain unethical assassin with a cowlick.

But then, the girl suppressed her anger, looked at the nameless holy swordsman in front of her, and spoke solemnly as if making an oath.

"But don't worry, I will protect your safety no matter what!"

"..."

The Holy Swordsman, leaning against the corner, had a blank stare and remained silent. Xiao Ai frowned and stepped forward to ask him seriously.

"what happened?"

"..."

In a long silence, Samael looked at Ai, who also looked like Artoria, and his mind was flooded with information. He unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

"My mind is a bit of a mess..."

According to the person involved, a strong sense of déjà vu surged within him.

He detected echoes of scripts from Star Wars, Terminator, and Back to the Future in the scripts. Even Samael's steely nerves couldn't withstand such torment.

Servant universe? Artoria's cancer? Saber killer? Came specifically to mess with me?

What kind of gods have been summoned to this Holy Grail War in Snowfield City?!

As the ancient snake grumbled inwardly, it rubbed its aching brow, a glimmer of light flashing in its lowered eyes.

However, it's not all bad news.

If I'm not mistaken, they are the two beings who fell into the Black Forest and the Great Valley...

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Wrath of the Female Imp

Half an hour later, Xiao Ai, who had committed the sin of gluttony, ate and took everything that was in the wagashi shop before reluctantly stopping her zero-yuan purchase.

Samael, who had been observing from the corner, remained outwardly silent, but inwardly he couldn't help but complain about the invincible kingly stomach that Artoria had inherited.

Hey, wait...

Whether they are the children of the red dragon in the real world or the Artoria subspecies in the Servant universe, their theoretical origins seem to lie in themselves, the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon and the nameless holy sword wielder…

Even more coincidentally, he possesses two major powers of gluttony:

Apophis, the serpent of the underworld, devours everything in Egypt, intending to divide the world; Jormungandr, the earthly serpent of Northern Europe, with its insatiable appetite...

And these gluttonous traits seem to have been passed down to these hairy creatures from afar...

So, is this my fault again?

Samael rolled his eyes, looking at the Artoria species that was evolving into a cosmic locust and ruining his reputation in another world, his gaze resentful, and asked listlessly.

"Little Ai, are you full?"

"It's to replenish energy!"

The gray-haired, golden-eyed "Wagashi Demon" wiped his mouth and earnestly corrected her.

"Hmm, so what are your plans next, and where should we go?"

Samael leaned against the wall, nodding perfunctorily while glancing at the already bright sky outside the window, and casually asked a question.

"south!"

Xiao Ai answered without hesitation, looking up at the south, her golden eyes revealing a hint of heat.

"That desert holds immense energy. Perhaps I can use this opportunity to repair my spaceship and upgrade the combat system modules. With the spaceship and Black Knight's assistance, I should be able to defeat Saber Killer!"

Samael nodded slightly, having no objection to the route ahead.

Over the course of two days, he and Mashu thoroughly searched the swampy area to the east, the great valley to the north, the black forest to the west, and the entire interior of Snowfield City, but found nothing.

Currently, only the vast desert to the south remains unexplored.

Moreover, according to the intelligence from the traitorous duo of Webber and Emperor, the trio of Rafe, Hartres, and Faker have also arrived in that desert and mingled with the natives.

Perhaps the final answer lies buried there.

Having made up his mind, Gu She no longer hesitated and followed Xiao Ai's footsteps, getting up and leaving the ransacked wagashi shop.

However, since we are still quite a distance from the desert, and operating the furnace powered by Artoria's elements would easily attract the attention of Saber killers, Aiolos decided to find a means of transportation nearby.

The two then each took charge of a street, one on the left and one on the right, and began searching everywhere.

The repeated battles with heroic spirits, coupled with the devastating missile strikes, have left most of the nearby buildings and parked vehicles damaged. Finding any intact vehicles in this ruin is quite difficult.

Fortunately, Samael was lucky this time. Not long after, he pushed out a black Harley-Davidson heavy cruiser with only a few scratches from in front of a half-collapsed store.

Samael unscrewed the cap and saw that the fuel tank was full of fuel. Satisfied, he straddled the tank and casually took out a pair of black sunglasses from the storage box at the front and put them on.

Samael glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, striking a cool pose with a playful smirk at the corners of his lips.

Yes, they match perfectly.

If you could change into a leather jacket and add a rifle, it would look even more like one.

Turning the key, the engine roared to life. Samael stepped on the gas and drove the Harley-Davidson cruiser toward Xiao Ai, who seemed to be having a run of bad luck.

However, when the two met, Samael found that Xiao Ai, who should have been looking for a means of transportation, was squatting in the newsstand, flipping through a few books.

Based on the cover illustration and the Japanese title, it appears to be a newly published light novel.

"cough……"

Samael coughed lightly, interrupting the young literary girl's slacking off, and straightened his face to remind her.

"It's time for us to go."

"Okay, coming right away!"

Caught red-handed in her little secret, Xiao Ai's cheeks flushed slightly. She hurriedly dropped the light novel she was reading and rushed out of the newsstand.

"Take your things with you, and pick out a couple of books for me while you're at it. These are the newest releases this month."

Hearing this, Xiao Ai met the smiling eyes outside the glass window, and her heart relaxed. She nodded quickly and happily packed the light novels that interested her into her bag.

Watching the busy figures in the newsstand, like hamsters hoarding food for winter, Samael shook his head and chuckled. He quietly placed the index and middle fingers of his right hand on his brow, and an invisible divine intent emanated in a certain direction.

Meanwhile, Mashu, who was aimlessly searching around the ruins of the supermarket, paused, her face showing excitement and joy.

"Our senior has sent a message; he wants us to meet in the southern desert!"

Upon hearing this, Diana and Kyoko looked up and exchanged glances, feeling reassured.

It seems that this must be the end.

Soon, the three of them worked together to pull out a military Hummer, jumped into the vehicle, and headed toward their destination.

But they didn't notice that beneath some ruins, a pair of deep blue eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness.

Found you, you damned Holy Sword Wielder!

~~

At this moment, in front of the newsstand.

The gray-haired, golden-eyed literary girl carried two bundles of spoils out of the car and sat contentedly on the back of the Harley-Davidson heavy cruiser.

"All right!"

"Alright, destination: the southern desert, let's go!"

Samael smiled and immediately twisted the throttle to the floor. With a deep roar, the high-performance Harley-Davidson cruiser shot off like an arrow, creating a gust of wind.

The chaotic air currents swirled and surged into the half-open newsstand.

A light novel lying in the corner of the stall flipped through its pages, revealing its preface.

"In 2150 AD, an interstellar cruiser of unknown origin from another universe crashed on planet XXX. This impact not only wiped our race from history, but also brought a new batch of guests to this galaxy. Creatures produced by an unknown technology called 'magic' greatly changed the shape of this galaxy."

……

This also marks the beginning of a grand adventure spanning three universes, filled with all sorts of absurdities and wonders…

"Clap!"

At the end of the title page is a note about the author of this book.

—S Ishtar

~~

Above the nameless land in Snowfield City, in the sky, is the aerial workshop.

"found it."

In the distant sky above the real streets.

Inside the enormous airship floating far from the ground, where the altitude was not reproduced even within the barrier, a girl named Francesca muttered to herself with a dazed smile.

"Great! We've finally gotten rid of all the 'holes.' Although I don't know who did it, I still want to award them a Nobel Prize! The Nobel Francesca Prize!"

"what?"

A voice, seemingly tinged with confusion, came from the shadow beneath her feet. Francesca answered cheerfully, stamping her feet on the bed.

"I want to give the Nobel Prize money to the person who helped me! The recipient will be very happy, and I won't feel bad about spending my own money, so I'll be very happy. Although the Nobel Foundation will suffer a loss, both sides will benefit from this. If we calculate it as positive or negative, it's a plus! The world will become a better place because of this!"

The girl danced happily, extending her slender white fingertips to touch the dressing mirror in the room, causing ripples to spread across the mirror's surface like water.

In the mirror, the Assassins, who possess eighteen kinds of assassination memories, the descendants of the gods from the Greek paradise island, the shield-wielding girl with the aura of the Knights of the Round Table, and the invaders piloting spaceships speed through the ruined city.

Francesca casually turned the screen, staring intently at the view ahead on the road.

That was a time when, while achieving all victories, one also willingly gave everything away—

The figure of a holy swordsman, dressed in blue attire and silver armor.

As if drawn from a dusty box, the girl appeared excited and frenzied.

"It's him! Yes, it's him! The guy who snatched Jill from my side! I want to see him right now! I want to ravage him right now! Chop him up into pig feed and distribute him bit by bit to those pigs, ahh, I'm so excited, I can hardly wait..."

Francesca talked to herself in the air, her hands stroking her tender body, her pink cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Looking at the crazy girl in front of him, Fadius, who was wearing a black robe outside the door and a tactical vest inside, couldn't help but frown and complain.

“Miss Francesca, I still object—we are fighting so many people at the same time, and we only have three Servants at our disposal. The opponents are very strong, and bringing them together is not a good thing for us. If we don’t handle them well, it could easily lead to them uniting. Shouldn’t we take advantage of the activation of the spiritual veins to summon more Servants and accumulate more trump cards before taking action?”

As the person in charge and executor of this project, Fadius, who has the dual identity of a magician and a soldier, dislikes this collaborator who clearly exudes a crazy temperament.

Because it's too uncontrollable.

However, given that the other party possessed power that was an indispensable part of their operations, Fadius could only try to persuade them gently.

"Even if you say that, are there any suitable Master candidates? The ultimate in enhancement magic—Doris, the youngest daughter of the Lusandra family; the Kuchi family, who developed bacterial magic but ended up getting burned; Kashule, who can use orthodox domination magic and projection magic and is causing trouble on Wall Street; and Haruri, the heretic of black magic. Oh, and Fadius, who betrayed the Clock Tower! Hmm, they're basically just problem children."

Francesca commented sarcastically on the targets who were eliminated one after another, her words laced with disdain.

“Those idiots are out of the game now. The only ones qualified to sit at the table are you, me, and that very interesting sheriff.”

At this moment, Fadius narrowed his eyes, seemingly protesting to Francesca in a roundabout way:

"Is this a good idea? To give 'that thing' to that man?"

After hearing Fadius's words, the girl dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion twisted the corners of her mouth.

"It's okay, it's okay. Things might get unpredictable if I try to cope. So it's fine this way."

“We have no intention of indulging in your hedonism. In case of any unforeseen circumstances, we may even force you and Sheriff Orlando to leave the stage.”