Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As Shakespeare spoke, he shrugged slightly, looking at the figure on the throne with a mixture of regret and flattery.

Suddenly, the usually aloof Samael became the new focus of attention.

"So, what did you do?"

The curious Assyrian empress, while keeping Astolfo trapped running around in the courtyard...

He turned to look at his divine superior, who was associated with many things like conspiracy, depravity, and cunning, and asked the question that was on everyone's mind.

"It's nothing, I just told three stories with the three of them as the main characters."

Samael stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then answered with a smile, before looking approvingly at Shakespeare, who was cowering at the bottom of the steps.

"Oh, right, I also had Caster, who was listening in, write it down. If I had to say, this story is probably more true? As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me, it's all thanks to Caster, you have to believe me."

Upon hearing this casual explanation, everyone naturally looked on with suspicion.

I believe you? You're kidding me!

Samael, seated on his throne, clicked his tongue, spread his hands, and looked rather helpless.

Although Danic was immoral, as a god, he still had some integrity and self-restraint. Samael said with a clear conscience that he did not illegally recruit people.

However, the three stories he told were simply facts in a different conceptual sense.

The story of Ginako, a little girl from a thousand years ago, and Ganesha, the little elephant god of India, who formed a bond across time and space and coexisted together, participating in the Battle of Thermopylae and saving themselves together with the gods of the nine realms in the final judgment, goes without saying.

The connection between Violet and the Egyptian god of the underworld, Osiris, as well as the [Sands of Osiris] skin she obtained and the adventures derived from it, are also a definite fact in another timeline.

Similarly, the resonance between Reines and Sima Zhongda, the strategist of the Three Kingdoms period, will also be recorded and observed by Chaldea in the future.

So, all of this is true.

Reenacting real events often has explosive effects, especially with Caster's Noble Phantasm, which can recreate the past.

As far as Samael knew, in the original final battle at Tulipas, Shakespeare was tasked with stopping Ruler from reaching the location of the Greater Grail.

Although he lacked combat abilities, he recreated Jeanne d'Arc's world of memories through his words and his Noble Phantasm, "The moment of the performance has arrived, and there should be thunderous applause (First Folio)."

Furthermore, this Noble Phantasm once summoned Gilles, who was still a soldier (Saber), and used him as his Servant.

Similarly, given the combined factors of a true story, a Heroic Spirit host, and the King's Troupe, it's only natural that the three Masters—Gina, Shion, and Reines—gained memories and abilities from another timeline through the power of words, transforming into pseudo-Servants to turn the tide and save the day.

After all, because of his existence, Semiramis's Hanging Gardens of Vanity was no longer just a so-called wonder, but a true temple!

With this unconventional stage and three actors playing "himself," if Caster's performance still fails, he might as well quit the arts scene.

Although Samael made this arrangement after sensing something fishy about the underground of the Yggdrasil Castle, strictly speaking, it was all Caster's doing.

There are no absolutely useless Servants in the Holy Grail War; what's lacking are Masters who can unlock their potential.

Moreover, there's a saying in the industry: "Supports are permanent, but DPS are ever-changing." If you explore the Caster class properly, its potential is absolutely limitless.

See, this version has become a god?

Samael, who took no credit, looked around at the doubtful eyes of the crowd on the field and sighed with a heavy heart.

So why is it that when he tells the truth, no one is willing to believe him?

Finally, after the ancient snake's repeated explanations, the crowd began to believe him, albeit with some doubt.

Then, Semiramis, who was in the lead, looked down the steps at the girl dressed in black on top and white on the bottom, with a cross embroidered on her shoulder and a black violin case on her back, and spoke leisurely.

"So, is this summoning of Heroic Spirits considered a violation of the rules?"

Liz Baife is the church scribe in charge of overseeing the Clock Tower, the Saintess of the Fortress, and also a witness to the Misaki City incident.

As they locked eyes, the smiling Assyrian empress casually picked up a glass of deep red wine from the table, gently swirling it, its intoxicating aroma quietly spreading out.

“Summoning and summoning spirits are the talents of the Caster class. In every Holy Grail War, there are precedents of Casters summoning additional servants. Moreover, there is no rule in the Holy Grail War that prohibits the Master from personally participating, so theoretically there is no problem.”

Liz Byfie glanced at Samael on the stage, thought about it carefully, and nodded in affirmation.

See? Justice will prevail! The ceremony was presided over by Caster, and your own Masters were on stage. What does this have to do with me, Samael?

With Danic's conceited little bit of cleverness, even if he cheated, he couldn't outsmart him.

Having cleared his name, Samael snorted irritably, gave Semiramis a fierce glare, and waved his hand to dispel the lingering aroma of wine in the air.

As the oldest poisoner, this Assyrian empress often transformed ordinary things into invisible blades.

The upright-looking paladin below the steps was clearly unaware that she had been tricked by a cunning and treacherous woman. If she answered incorrectly, she might be entering the Lord's embrace prematurely.

Despite being caught red-handed by her boss with a disdainful look, the Assyrian empress showed no remorse. She pointed to the stage in the magic projection and changed the subject with a smile.

"Your Majesty, the performance you requested is good."

It's like an opening ceremony.

Meanwhile, in the magnificent hall, resembling an ancient Roman opera house.

The ground on the left trembled, and wherever a pair of chubby little legs passed, the stone slabs reinforced by the composite spell trembled and shattered. The petite elephant-headed god Ganesh grabbed an exaggerated battle axe and swung it with great force. The air that was torn and compressed produced bursts of explosive buzzing, as if it were constantly crashing against the shore with heavy waves.

Diarmuid, who was at the forefront, was facing a series of air walls that were being pushed in from all directions. He could only grit his teeth and raise the two magic swords in his hands to take the hits head-on.

Even though he was swift and his two magic swords were light and cunning, he could only retreat continuously under Ganesh's relentless blows, and his space for maneuvering and dodging was gradually compressed.

This is roughly what is meant by "overpowering ten techniques with one's own strength".

Compared to the chief knight and elephant-headed god who fought like a typhoon, the Grand Master Finn on the right and Violet, the successor of Osiris, the Egyptian god of the underworld, were at the other extreme.

The two faced each other from a distance. Although they did not take a step, every muscle, bone, and skin in their bodies was constantly undergoing targeted micro-adjustments. Various complex thoughts were surging in the minds of the two confronting each other.

The all-seeing eye, the 1026th prediction begins!

Grand Master Finn frowned, subconsciously biting his thumb as he silently murmured to himself, his deep green pupils gleaming as his mind raced with brilliant thoughts.

Forward three... Leftward two...

Lower your head... turn to the side... attack the right chest...

Encountering a counterattack, retreat four steps, then block!

The successor to the God of the Underworld, whose fingertips swirl with flowing sand, has empty and indifferent eyes that conceal all emotions, like a bottomless abyss, while corresponding commands form in his mind.

Fearful intelligence (lies)...

Fearful intelligence (malicious)...

Copy Commander (Isis)...

The Copy Commander (Horus)...

In the silent standoff, Finn's eyes lifted slightly, and his calm face suddenly burst with excitement. He bit his thumb hard, absorbing the wisdom from "Fish of Wisdom" Fetan, his mind brimming with inspiration.

Above! Invincible Purple Grass Throw! Hit!

It worked!

The commander couldn't help but smile, raising his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead. He looked eagerly at the other side, a long-lost feeling of exhaustion and excitement welling up in his heart.

However, in the dead silence, the purple-haired, dark-skinned girl in front of them slowly raised her head, sand gathering between her fingers, and uttered her second sentence since appearing.

"The Copy Commander (Osiris)..."

"BarrelReplica (Mock Black Gun), Heart!"

In an instant, Finn, who had been looking relaxed, seemed to see some kind of future, and was struck dumb, his face turned ashen, and two lines of bloody tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Damn it, a trap!

"Everything is within the calculation."

The silent, purple-haired, dark-skinned girl seemed to awaken from a deep sleep, her eyes gradually regaining their emotional color, and she spoke softly.

That pretty face revealed a completely different look from her usual capable, wise, and approachable demeanor; it was haughty, indifferent, and as majestic as a god.

But at this moment, her expression and demeanor possessed a natural harmony that returned to its essence.

On the surface, Shion is a thorough rationalist. She consistently holds the belief that "the result derived from calculation is everything," thinks seriously and logically, and tries her best to maintain good relationships with everyone.

In reality, this was just a summary of information obtained by using alchemical ether threads to pierce other people's brains. Shion always acted in the manner of an average human and regarded this information as common sense in human society, but ignored her own uniqueness.

Atlas's skilled alchemists could freely process thoughts side-by-side and perform calculations in an instant.

As a once-in-a-century genius of the Atlas Institute, Shion can be divided into at least 7 parts, which is the highest level among alchemists.

Even if she wanted to hide her brilliance, blend into the group, and play the role of an ordinary person.

But her genius and transcendent rationality were what she had always suppressed.

Fortunately, the divine power from Osiris inadvertently opened her heart, allowing her to fully acknowledge her uniqueness and her pride in her professional field.

The current Ziyuan is incredibly dazzling and relaxed. Her former easygoing nature has vanished, replaced by an open and sharp edge.

"Enemy Lancer, give up. You can't beat me in terms of computing power!"

How could this be?! I, who am known for my wisdom, have actually been defeated by a woman!

Finn clutched his heart, which felt as if it were being torn apart, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment, yet he had no choice but to accept this undeniable truth.

As beings blessed by wisdom, their interactions are not direct confrontations of force, but rather simulations, calculations, and counterattacks at the level of consciousness, achieved through observing the environment, collecting data, and engaging in these processes.

Clearly, in terms of tactics and calculation ability, the girl named Shion had the upper hand.

Finally, after a brief surge of thoughts, Grand Master Finn lowered his proud head, faced Danic behind him, and gave a dejected, bitter smile.

"I'm sorry, Master, I lost."

As a hero known for his humility and gentleness, Finn, even when resentful, still possessed the magnanimity to let go.

"lose?"

However, Danic, with a sinister expression, abruptly interrupted his apology.

Tearing away the elegant facade, his face revealed the rage and ferocity that ran deep within him.

"What nonsense are you spouting! I order you to kill her!"

Finn frowned and stopped moving.

Don't forget our deal!

As the cold reminder behind him echoed in his ears, Finn, who had been hesitant, finally made up his mind. He looked apologetically at the purple-haired, dark-skinned girl in front of him and launched a fierce attack.

However, just like the outcome of a battle of conscious awareness, Grand Master Finn's attack trajectories were always effortlessly intercepted by Shion. The girl seemed to have foreseen all of her opponent's possibilities and countered them accordingly.

But Finn, once in battle mode, lived up to his reputation as a great Irish hero, constantly breaking through in the fight and seeking new variables.

Finally, as he successfully shattered the wisp of dust surrounding Violet, Finn's powerful and fierce aura surged forth, and a torrent of azure water shot out from the tip of his spear.

Dance, Nuada's clear stream, and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy!

Faced with the overwhelming etheric tide, Ziyuan merely raised her right hand slightly and moved her lips.

"Barrel Replica Obelisk (Modeled Black Spear Tribelisk)!"

Instantly, the sand at the fingertips of the newborn goddess, like the dust that builds all things in mythology, coalesced into a jet-black, streamlined cannon barrel. Several triangular magic arrays, like aiming scopes, lit up one after another, locking onto the target.

The Black Gun is one of the seven forbidden weapons of the Atlas Academy.

As a concept costume for longevity, it is made of minerals that counter true ether. When facing an opponent whose survival depends on true ether, a single shot can deliver a fatal blow.

No matter how strong the opponent is, even if they are as strong as a planetary spirit, or as strong as a super monster that has no concept of death, if they are hit by a black gun, they will be instantly paralyzed and fall from the unreachable clouds, only a corpse away from death.

Simply put, it possesses a conceptual attack power that is "proportional to the lifespan of the target".

In other words, the longer the target's lifespan, the stronger the attack power of the simulated black gun.

Such weapons can unleash terrifying power when facing beings with lifespans of hundreds or thousands of years, such as gods or fantasy species, and can decide the outcome of a battle with a single blow.

After becoming a deity, Shion was able to easily replicate the prototype using her own power and knowledge.

At that moment, Finn, who was directly in the line of fire, stared at the beam of death gathering in the cannon's muzzle, his pupils contracting sharply.

If you can't dodge it, you'll die!

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The stark black and crimson clashed and intertwined with the surging deep blue, the compressed air forming layers of ripples that spread out in a dazzling array of colors, a sight that dazzled and mesmerized the viewer from afar.

Extreme beauty, extreme danger.

"MacanLuin (Invincible Purple Grass)!"

Finally, after a brief stalemate, Finn's forehead veins bulged, and he roared as he raised the tip of his spear.

"boom!"