You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"To be honest, I never expected that Esdeath and I alone could keep you in check, but..."

"Um, what?"

"Sometimes... I also want to act cute..."

Sera bit her lower lip in dissatisfaction: "Esdeath and Akame can follow you everywhere, but I can only stay in this palace... Am I not allowed to ask for compensation for emotional distress?"

"Of course you can, you're in the right in this matter."

Women have always been known for their tendency to make a fuss over nothing, especially when you're the one who's right.

Speaking of this, Iori seemed thoughtful: "Actually, you might need to go on a business trip... no, thinking about it carefully, it's more than one trip~"

……

Outside the window, under the moonlight, a petite silver-haired girl sat on the roof, listening to the sounds coming from the room. Her face was flushed but full of disgust, and she covered her ears in a conflicted manner.

Why...? I could have just fallen into hibernation like Hippolyta, ignoring all this noise and filth. Why... why did I have to come out?

How disgusting!

Humans...men, they really are all beasts driven by lewd thoughts. No matter how dignified and arrogant they appear in public, they are all this repulsive in private...

Human desires are indeed superfluous!

But... but what is this... this feeling of stuffiness and heat in my chest?

Why... does the image of replacing that white-haired woman with myself flash through my mind...?

How disgusting!

Athena, Athena, you should know shame!

Don't forget you're a virgin goddess! Purity and steadfastness are what truly define you!

...Damn it, shameless...What does it feel like...for a woman to make such a sound...?

Chapter 407 The gravity of reality is still too heavy.

Sera was sent on a business trip not to any other place, but to "Shadow Warriors" and "Godslayers".

The Purgatory World has a vast but slow-flowing spiritual vein circulation. Iori had previously wanted to transform the damaged moon (satellite) into a fortress-level Greater Grail to complete the structure of the spiritual vein circulation, but he did not have enough spare resources at the moment, and his own strength was somewhat insufficient compared to the enormous amount of work involved.

Now that his strength is sufficient to manipulate satellite-level celestial bodies, he can put this plan on the agenda.

Another one is *Campione!*. There's not much to say about it; it's based on the concept of "earth essence" and "steel," and the various ley lines are relatively abundant. Iori has now become the highest authority in this world, so it would be a waste not to make good use of it.

Although the scale of the project is a level higher than that of the Purgatory World, Iori has no shortage of subordinates in "Godkiller".

All we need now is enough core components... The essence of the Holy Grail is the Third Law, so placing it arbitrarily is indeed inappropriate.

However, if it is only used as a ley line hub, it does not necessarily have to be the Greater Grail. As long as it is a high-specification magic core with autonomous calculation capabilities, it will suffice.

In short, I'll go to Chaldea first and see if there are any secondhand items I can find.

……

Welcome to the first Greek & Chaldean Olympic Games!

We are the hosts, everyone's favorite idol and goddess, Stheno (Eureka)!

On a high platform in the center of a vast open-air stadium, two petite girls with miraculously cute faces, dressed in cool and tight-fitting racing girl outfits, their purple twin ponytails swaying back and forth, were explaining to the surrounding audience with microphones shaped like Fufu dolls.

Two pairs of captivating eyes swept across the scene, and thunderous cheers erupted!

The venue was no less large than a real Olympic venue, and perhaps even larger, with the surrounding stands filled with people... strictly speaking, only their appearance was indistinguishable from humans.

Those were residents from various singularities and Lostbelts, of different races, skin colors, and attire. Some were not even human, but rather demi-humans with furry appearances. Child races with wings on their backs, similar to elves, also occasionally appeared... Of course, there were also Chaldea employees.

It's worth mentioning that these spectators, just like in real life, held up all sorts of signs, some filled with heart-shaped messages of support, others with large portraits.

For example, each soldier dressed in Roman-style armor, without holding up a board, would appear from above as a blond, blue-eyed Rose Emperor.

The residents of Uruk were also drawn from Mesopotamia by a capricious goddess to support them, led by the masked, complex-looking high priestess Siduri.

—But if you flip their signs over, you'll find that they're pictures of Gilgamesh and Eunhyuk as a couple.

Like a fan war, the huge venue was divided among various groups, and it wasn't just women who received support, such as Iskandar (the boy), and Astolfo was also among them.

"Next, please welcome the honorary chairman of the conference—Mr. Caster Coubertin!"

And the chief recorder of the event—Mr. Caster Homer!

A man in an old-fashioned suit, with gray hair but a strong build, walked up, so excited that he almost dropped his monocle.

Following behind was an old man dressed in a Roman nobleman's robe, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, who looked like a "philosopher." However, he was carrying an ancient book that was almost half his height and obviously extremely heavy, letting everyone know that he was by no means weak.

"Transcending the barriers of time and space, connecting the past and the future, the heroic spirits who stand tall in the tide of human history, have all gathered here!"

The two men, working in perfect unison, loudly proclaimed: "This Games brings together heroes and great figures from different regions, civilizations, and even eras. It is destined to be a grand feast that will shake the world, and I, Pierre de Coubertin, am a witness to this feast."

Heroes, warriors!

Under the watchful gaze of Athena, and with the blessing of Zeus, the king of creation, display your courage and claim that unparalleled crown of glory!

The two old men spread their arms wide, and countless petals fell down. The colorful petals danced in the wind, and the atmosphere in the venue was pushed to its peak.

"it is good!"

The twin goddesses of Gorgon clapped their hands in celebration: "Perfect! As expected of us, what a magnificent opening!"

Where have I come to?

After leaving the teleportation point, Iori opened a random door and arrived at the arena. Although he knew this was a common teleportation problem at Chaldea, he was still somewhat bewildered when he looked at the thunderous audience seats.

"...What kind of collaboration is this?"

"Alright, let's retreat. You, behave yourself!"

In the sky, several Valkyries wearing berets and holding submachine guns gave a solemn salute. One of them held a rope to which a white-haired magician with fluffy long hair was tied. The flower petals were his magic tricks.

After receiving instructions from the twin goddesses, the Valkyrie sisters removed the submachine gun from Merlin's head, stopped scattering flower petals, and quickly flew away from the arena.

"No no no!"

Merlin, his mouth taped shut, struggled like a stranded mudskipper, but to no avail, and had no choice but to be obediently taken away by the Valkyrie.

—It was the Master's order to capture Merlin.

It was a rare lull in the season, with no unexpected events and Chaldea in all timelines remaining stable. So, the adult Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly had a brilliant idea: to let everyone in Chaldea relax and have a carnival-style sports meet.

Of course, ever since Chaldea was founded, similar incidents have always been exploited by certain people to cause trouble; it's practically a natural law.

For example, there are certain useless goddesses, dark-skinned priests, little devil AIs, etc. To prevent similar things from happening, Ritsuka had already instructed her confidants to control the unstable elements in advance.

—The first one is Merlin!

"The winner will not only receive thunderous applause, but the audience will also vote for the most outstanding contestant and award them a mystery grand prize—"

Two petite figures carrying a mahogany box with gold trim walked up to the platform. They were Jeanne d'Arc and Jack. Today, the two little girls had taken off their heroic spirit attire and put on cute princess dresses. Jeanne d'Arc wore a white, fluffy long dress, while Jack wore a gothic dark style, making a striking contrast.

Neither of them showed any stage fright; they excitedly handed the box to the host.

"Clang clang clang!"

Stheno and Euryale waved their hands together, and purple light shone down, instantly creating a protective shield that covered them.

"Let's see which hero will receive this highest honor!"

Everyone's attention was focused on the box, and they were curious about what was inside, but the heroic spirits remained calm.

After all, they were worldly-wise and experienced; gold and silver treasures couldn't sway them at all, not even the rarest and most precious materials.

"While I can't reveal everything, I can give you a little hint... There's at least one permanent 'Frequently Selected Servant' ticket inside!"

"!"

"!"

The atmosphere on the scene changed instantly. The heroic spirits' eyes burned with fervor, and they rubbed their hands together, creating a palpable tension that seemed to ignite a whirlwind.

I like this Servant!

That is a unique existence that can only exist in one time!

Becoming a "favored Servant" means you can use your own voice to replace the AI ​​in your Master's room, and they will wake your Master up, give them a nap, and help them with tasks every day!

Previously, this position had always belonged to female Servants, but now everyone is competing for it, which has truly excited non-female heroes—the reason for "non-female" is that there are simply too many people in Chaldea whose gender cannot be categorized.

Iori, now invigorated, resolved to win the match.

It wasn't that he had any particular thoughts about the so-called "favorite servants," but rather that he believed similar events would definitely offer rewards like the Holy Grail. This thing was a real hard currency, and he figured he could negotiate exchanging it for something else. Who knew he could gather all the resources needed for this ley line transformation all at once?

"Alright, I now declare the sports meet officially open!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Servants in the five different corners raised their Noble Phantasms high.

"【Sword of Promised Victory】!"

"【Sword of Promised Victory】!"

"【Sword of Promised Victory】!"

With a deafening roar, the five-colored aurora shot into the sky, bursting apart amidst its continuous intertwining, evolving into a dazzling display of light that shimmered endlessly a thousand meters above the ground, exploding into brilliant fireworks, and then slowly revealing a massive five-ringed symbol.

The spectacular scene drew cheers from countless spectators, and Gudako, sitting in her reserved seat, also joined in the applause.

Regardless, the opening ceremony was certainly grand in scale.

"I was worried about where to find people, but the Artoria faction took care of it easily. As expected, there's strength in numbers, Master!"

"Uh-huh!"

Gudako, with her long hair, sat in the first seat of the audience, holding a golden cup and sipping the flavored Magic Prism inside.

Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, the squinty-eyed fisherman who was acting as the referee nodded.

As the Gemini goddesses left the stage, Shakespeare, dressed in a magnificent costume, took the stage and began to explain: "The first event is one of the oldest sports in human history, essential for fighting, survival, courtship, and even watching Japanese dramas—the long-distance run!"

The Servants, dressed in all sorts of outlandish costumes, took to the track, each with a smile on their face, clearly confident in their running ability.

"Follow the landmarks, the first person to complete three laps along the track wins. No Noble Phantasms are allowed!"

"Huh? No!"

"Is there any mistake?"

"Why!"

A chorus of jeers erupted from the arena: "What do you think we're here to watch?!"

"I don't care about friendship first, we want to see bloodshed!"

Shakespeare laughed and shouted, "In short, no one is allowed to attack the contestants, or they will be disqualified!"

"I'm an outsider, don't I deserve any special treatment?"

One of the contestants asked.

Shakespeare glanced at the man, Iori, and shrugged: "Very well, very well... In the spirit of fairness and solidarity—each person may use at most one weapon."

"..."

Nezha silently removed one of the Wind Fire Wheels from his feet, leaving only one on his foot.

On stage, Gudako blinked: "Iori's here too? It's been so long since I've seen him~ Last time was..."

"This is the first time I've ever seen him. He's even rarer than Miss Ryougi. I thought he was just an urban legend."

The handsome man with narrowed eyes carefully examined Iori: "His class is... this time it's [Foreigner]? But he doesn't seem to have any chaotic, alien, or futuristic features."

Riding the wave of popularity, the first competition event quickly began.

The contestants include heroes who are very confident in their running ability, such as Atalanta, Achilles, Robb the Wolf, Tang Sanzang, and Cú Chulainn.

—Although some of them didn't travel on foot, there's no need to worry about that.

"I bet a billion quantum kilometres that No. 7 Susanoo... Aizen Iori will win!"

Ritsuka spent a fortune, betting everything on the martial god of her hometown.

After confirming her choice, the Roman soldier in charge of odd jobs immediately ran to the bookmaker, the Queen of Sheba, to place his bet.

"Master?"

With narrowed eyes, he asked, "Shouldn't we consider the risks? I think Achilles has a better chance of winning—his Noble Phantasm is for traveling."