My mother's love song

At this moment, the person Semiramis least wanted to see appeared.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada walked over here with a cheerful expression.

"M...Master, good morning."

Semiramis turned her head slightly, guiltily avoiding looking at his face.

Father Shirou, who didn't notice anything unusual, smiled and said, "So you're back. I've been trying to contact you from last night until this morning, but there was no response. I was worried that something had happened to you."

"…Uh, sorry. I made you worried. Actually, something happened during the battle last night.

I'm a little hurt, but don't worry, I have everything under control."

"That's it."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said, “I observed the battle from here last night, it was a fierce battle.

Next, I will plan a battle with Lancer and Rider. Is the preparation for the Sky Garden complete?"

...What war?

Semiramis stared at Father Shirou's face in confusion before nodding slowly.

"Ahh, it's done. You're ready to join the battle anytime."

She stopped looking at the Master and turned away, a layer of frost seemed to have condensed on her breathtaking beauty.

...For the Master, the value of my existence is the Hanging Garden.

Semiramis, who takes "trampling others underfoot" as her life creed, is a very self-centered person.

Everyone exists to dedicate themselves to me. This is Queen Semiramis.

Originally, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's attitude towards her, but when compared with the way Rhodes genuinely cared about her last night, the difference was obvious.

This is probably what is meant by "no comparison, no harm".

Even though Caster treated me so gently because he was attracted by my body, that feeling was genuine.

I am actually very happy that he recognized my value as a woman.

And Master... Shiro, who only recognizes my value as a weapon, what would he think if he knew that I couldn't use the Floating Garden?

Will I become a discarded pawn like Spartacus?

"..."

Semiramis frowned and remained silent.

Amakusa failed to notice his Servant's displeasure and annoyance, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You should have a good rest today."

"Ah."

Semiramis nodded coldly, then walked past Amakusa and continued towards her throne room.

Uh... I think I was a little too strict with Master just now.

The Master will treat me as a discarded pawn or something... There has to be a limit to my wild imagination!

He prepared the materials for me to build the entire sky garden!

Semiramis thought: Well, I'll apologize to him tactfully later.

"Assassin, are you still injured?"

Father Shirou looked at Semiramis's awkward steps and felt very puzzled, so he asked with concern.

"Is your leg injured? Let me help you up."

He came up to Semiramis and held out his hand to her.

"……Do not touch me!"

Semiramis shouted, and subconsciously knocked away the helping hand extended by the Master.

After being treated like that for a whole night, she is now very resistant to men.

Besides...what if Caster's magic power leaks out?

"……Why?"

The unexpectedly intense reaction left Amakusa Shiro Tokisada stunned.

"What's wrong? Assassin, you look strange today. Did something happen last night?

Or is there something wrong with the preparation of the Noble Phantasm?"

"Uh... no, this is actually..."

Semiramis's expression suddenly froze.

Hanging Garden, Hanging Garden...Are you talking about the Hanging Garden again...

She lowered her head in silence: "I have something else to do. I'll take my leave now, Master."

Having said these words in a hurry, the Red Assassin walked away quickly, picking up her long skirt.

"..."

Father Shirou silently watched Semiramis's gorgeous figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

"Oh my, I got dumped so badly... I was so attentive before."

Achilles' voice suddenly appeared, and Rider, who had released his spirit form, placed his arm on Amakusa's shoulders.

The great Greek hero had a helpless smile on his face: "Women are really hard to understand, huh?"

……

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……

The city of Mirenia has now become a veritable haunted house.

Danic, the patriarch of the Yugdomirenian clan, has died.

No, that is not accurate.

Now, Danic has merged with the Dracula-ized Vlad III, becoming a truly bizarre organization.

Dracula, who has incorporated the magician's tragic wish, is a killing weapon that exists only to hold the Holy Grail.

But he is a vampire after all, and he is still weak during the day.

Now Dracula has transformed into countless bats, hanging from the ceiling between the thrones.

"I can't stand it... The atmosphere in the castle is so depressing. I'm going to suffocate to death if this continues!"

Musashi put his hands behind his head and said, "Master, I'm going to go out for a walk and will be back before the evening."

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu... Stop running around! You'll get killed!"

Gold sat on the edge of the bed, hugging his fat body and shivering.

He had been in this state ever since Dracula glared at him during the combat meeting an hour ago.

The middle-aged man who had finally regained a little manliness in the battle with Spartacus turned into a coward again.

But it’s not his fault, “that” is really too abnormal.

In the Type-Moon world, vampires are a completely different system from the Dead Apostles.

Dead Apostles are living beings, created by magicians to prolong their lives. (Fate side, not Tsukihime side)

Although Dead Apostles can be considered as humans, their strength is far from their heyday as magi due to the decay of their souls.

But vampires are another matter.

They are terrifying phenomena, the embodiment of the mysterious.

The strength of vampires is far superior to that of Dead Apostles, and they can even suppress Servants.

For example, the vampire who appears in the "Blue Silver" spin-off, [Wolfgang Faust] can suppress Medea, Cursed Hassan, Robin Hood, and Gray, a total of four servants, at the same time by himself.

It has a nearly immortal vitality, physical properties on par with those of divine beasts, and is even capable of summoning incomplete heroic spirits.

As the king of vampires, Dracula's power is far greater than that of other vampires.

Putting aside the Black Caster who was unanimously judged to be out of standard, the Red Rider who was previously considered difficult to deal with is no longer a threat to Dracula.

The Wallachian Nights will be revived in Romania.

This is the ultimate trump card that Danic, the patriarch of the Yugdomirenia clan, does not mind even if it costs him his life.

The balance of victory has tilted towards Black, everyone in the castle thinks so.

However, having that kind of "thing" as a teammate will not only dampen the morale of the enemy, but also the morale of your own team.

"Is this Holy Grail War really okay?"

Gold kept wanting to back out.

……

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……

It is still very hot at noon in early autumn.

In a deserted open-air cafe, two young men and women who looked like tourists were sitting at two round tables.

The blond young man was wearing round sunglasses, with a cup of coffee in front of him, reading a newspaper in the sun.

At the table behind him was a silver-haired woman who looked to be around twenty years old and had a graceful figure.

Although she was wearing huge sunglasses, her deliberately hidden beauty could still be seen from her delicate chin and thin lips.

The one who specially arranged to meet with Rhode at the cafe like a spy was none other than the "disguised" Black Assassin Kama.

"How was it? Did you have a lot of fun playing with Red Assassin last night?"

The adult version of Kama showed a charming smile, with a bubble tea straw in his cherry-colored mouth, and observed the young man out of the corner of his eye.

Rhode: "...So it was you who did it. I was wondering why Assassin became like that last night."

It was not until this moment that he realized that Kama had schemed against him last night.

Rhode flipped through a newspaper and said in a deep voice, "Doing unnecessary things...!"

"Oh my, my... Mr. Rod, I don't see any sign of reluctance on your face, okay?"

Indeed, there is still something to be desired.

This guy's ability is really convenient...

"Humph."

Rhodes sneered, then changed the subject: "Gama, what are you going to do next?"

After he asked this, Kama used a straw to stir the pearls in the milk tea.

"Well... I want the Greater Holy Grail. Let's work together, Rod.

I will give you the information about the Black side, and you will defeat the people of Yugdomirenia.

Even you would find it difficult to face Dracula, right? "

"Will this do anything for me?"

Without waiting for Kama to answer, Rhodes said, "I refuse. I do not intend to give the Greater Holy Grail to you. I will give the Holy Grail to my Master."

"……puff."

Kama suddenly sneered, and when Rhodes frowned, the sneer turned into laughter.

“Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahaha!”

"Hand it over to your Master? Are you crazy, Rhodes? You should know best who your Master is, right?"

"..."

Rhodes was speechless.

Kama saw through his thoughts at a glance.

What Rhode said just now, "I will hand over the Holy Grail to the Master," was just a polite remark.