Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

When Assassin's proud concealment was invalidated, the powerlessness that arose from the bottom of their hearts made their hands and feet feel cold, and they had already lost their initial efficiency and sharpness in their panic escape.

Looking closely at these dark shadows fleeing in panic, one can see that their physical features are all different, whether in terms of gender, height, weight or body shape.

The only thing they have in common is that they all wear night-walking tights that blend into the night, and a pale mask made of bones that is full of strange symbols, announcing their origins.

【Assassin】——Hassan, the Old Man of the Mountain.

Anyone who wears this mask must be a member of Hassan, an ancient organization that is the origin of the Assassins. Naturally, the only rank that the Hassan can hold is - Assassin.

And everything is just as usual, they are indeed the same person, and both are differentiated from the personalities of a certain Assassin - Hassan the Hundred Faces.

Each black shadow also symbolizes one of the personalities of Hassan among the Hundred Faces. Some are proficient in assassination, survival, and even various aspects of life. They are composed of various spiritual personalities. All of them are a hundred, but also one.

In her lifetime, Hassan of a Hundred Faces split into hundreds of personalities in order to carry out assassinations. She used them to deal with various situations and complete the assassinations. When she became a Servant, these personalities were finally able to break free from the constraints of her body and appear on their own, becoming the Hundred Faces.

Originally according to tonight's script, they were supposed to send one of the weakest clones to invade the Toosaka residence, sacrifice an Assassin for all the Masters to see, so that the other Masters and Servant would mistakenly believe that Assassin had left, and her Master and Servant were hiding in the dark, and forming an alliance with Archer's Master, and the two of them would switch from the light to the dark to gain a huge advantage.

but--

After hearing his story, the arrogant king showed anger in his eyes. He did not care about the friendship of his allies at all. He easily killed the clone who went to inform him, then turned around and turned into a spirit and left.

So this perfect performance ended before it even began.

Although Hassan the Hundred Faces was somewhat dissatisfied with the loss of an avatar for no reason, this was also his mission as a Servant. After reporting the situation to the Master, he conscientiously performed his duties and continued to participate in the Holy Grail War.

They then received orders from their Master to go to the port area to gather intelligence, observe and record the strength and signature features of each group of Servants, and if possible, find their hidden Masters and kill them directly.

However, the operation was clearly going well, and the Servants in the fierce battle were unaware of their presence. They did observe the amazing power and specialties that those Servants unleashed.

But what exactly went wrong?

Why was it discovered? ! !

"what!!"

While he was thinking for a moment, another scream was heard, and a hand carrying black flames easily pierced through the slowest Assassin.

puff!

The black shadow that died tragically in mid-air was burned into spirit particles and scattered in the wind amid screams.

"The last three."

In the dark night, the Cave King stared coldly at the three fleeing black shadows in front of him. A golden light flashed in his golden eyes, still without a trace of emotion.

He was indeed a little angry tonight.

These scum who only know how to hide in dark corners actually dare to use this little trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain to plot against his Master.

As expected, these annoying Assassins have already regarded him as a dead Caster. Although they are not sure about his strength, they think that his individual combat ability and basic explosive power are far inferior to those of the other Servants.

As a Caster, he is not in the workshop yet, but his Master is nearby.

With such a huge advantage, Assassin couldn't help himself.

Although they are weak, Caster is also weak. He is not in the workshop, and the Master is still near him. We have such a big advantage, why don't we dare to fight? Even if the assassination fails, we can leave calmly.

So Assassin took this opportunity to send out several clones to lure him away. If that didn't work, they would entangle him. Then a few others took the opportunity to sneakily assassinate their master.

The plan was good, and it took into account Caster's low burst and inability to fight outside the workshop. Unfortunately, they seemed to have made a mistake.

When did he say he was Caster? He was a vengeful ghost from hell, and these damned souls who were even more obscene than frog piss wanted to plot against him?

Under Assassin's astonished gaze, the Count burst out with extreme speed, piercing the soul cores of the Assassins sent to contain him at the speed of light, and then went back to provide assistance.

Assassin, who was trying to assassinate the Master, immediately chose to retreat after realizing something was wrong, but it was too late. They had already been targeted by the Vengeful Ghost.

The vengeful ghost has memorized the taste of your souls, and you cannot escape it even if your body is split into many parts.

"two."

After confirming that the body of Hassan that he had smashed into pieces had turned into spirit particles, the Count used his A-level agility to randomly choose a direction and chase after the remaining Hassans again.

Run, faster! Faster!

I can already see the lights! As long as I can get through here, as long as I can leave this area, as long as I can reach this place!!

"Boom-"

Faintly, as they approached the light, the last two Hassans seemed to hear the familiar ringing of the evening bell again.

Just like the sound when you are dying.

"咚咚-"

brush brush --

Accompanied by several sharp sounds of breaking through the air, six silver projectiles came from nowhere and accurately pierced their vital points.

And then... dissipated.

Then, the Cave King who was chasing behind him slowly stopped when he sensed the new breath.

The person who appeared in front of him was a young man wearing saint's attire, with slightly dark skin and white hair. At this moment, the young man was walking towards him, extending his hand and greeting him in a friendly manner.

"Can you come down and see me, Mr. A. Venger?"

"..."

The count just stared calmly for a moment without answering. After confirming something, he turned his head away and left quickly.

"Oh, you don't want to come down. Are you afraid of an ambush? Or do you still not trust me..."

Amakusa was not surprised to see the Count leave so abruptly. After all, the timing of his appearance was indeed a bit suspicious.

But it didn't matter. From the first moment they met, he recognized the other person's identity, A. Venger——【■■■】But his real name was still wrapped in a ball of flames, so it couldn't be seen.

A.Venger class, it seems that he is the other chosen one determined by the world.

However, I always feel something is strange.

"Hopefully nothing will go wrong."

The boy turned and left.

……

……

[I will go chase Assassin, you find a safe place to hide, and use the Command Spell to call me back if you encounter any problems.]

"Is this really how the Command Spell is used?"

Seeing the message from the Earl, Xia Yuan looked at the Command Seal on the back of his hand and shook his head.

But he still replied to the count.

【I see. 】

Xia Yuan did not return to the base.

Because his identity was known to Kotomine Kirei long before the Holy Grail War, Tōsaka Tokiomi naturally knew it clearly as well. Given their moral values ​​as magi, it would be strange if they didn't allow Assassin to ambush them in their homes.

Fortunately, there was nothing worth paying attention to in the house where I had lived for a long time except for the few memories left over the years. Moreover, the location was extremely remote, with only a few households around it in the suburbs, so I just gave up.

In this situation, he can still make the right choices.

There will definitely be guests visiting tonight, but they will only be bad guests. For such guests, he was thoughtful enough to leave carefully prepared gifts in the house for the intruders who would come.

It’s time to start.

The night is cold and everything is quiet.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this may just be a peaceful night like any other.

However, for him, this night or the days that followed were destined to be restless.

And to break this peace with your own hands, you have to start with a blue butterfly floating beside you that quickly self-ignites...

Watching the burning of the butterfly familiar.

In the distance, which was exactly the direction of his home, a series of dazzling flames also erupted.

next moment--

"Boom!"

The huge explosion like a muffled thunder was accompanied by flames, dyeing half of the night sky red. A huge sea of ​​fire rose out of nowhere and turned into sparks that kept jumping in the night sky.

Burning and boiling, it formed a sea of ​​fire that was enough to make humans panic.

"It's really gorgeous..."

Looking at the sea of ​​fire ignited by the chain explosion of dozens of special gas tanks, Xia Yuan took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and stomped it out with his foot.

He doesn't have Emiya Kiritsugu's ability to get C4, but he has his own methods.

All you need to do is get some gas tanks in advance, pour some magic power into them, and then fill the entire room with them. Finally, add a small toy that will spontaneously combust when it senses the magic power and connect it to the bottle hole. As long as it is triggered, you can achieve this effect.

The chain reaction of gas explosion is a very simple principle.

But the effect seems to be good.

Looking at the flames rising into the sky and listening to the people around him shouting in panic, he just put on his hood and hid in the crowd like a person from another world.

As if everything has nothing to do with him.

The sound of flames burning, the sound of the evening breeze blowing, and the sound in my heart are noisy.

[New stronghold collection, Earl. 】

He walked away into the distance under the cover of night.

Chapter 21: After the War, a Short Rest

"What on earth do you want to do, Rider?"

"What do you mean?" The King of Conquerors scratched his face.

"What?! You still have the nerve to ask me this. You actually turned a deaf ear to Teacher Kenneth's plan. How are we going to explain this to us when we go back? Moreover, you made me embarrassed in front of so many Servants! I am your Master! Remember, I am the Master!"

On the streets of Fuyuki City, Waver, who had just left the battlefield, grabbed Iskandar's cloak and roared in anger.

"Is that all? Haha, this is a scene where many heroes gather together. How can I resist the desire to conquer?"

Listening to his little Master's incessant chatter, Iskandar tickled his ears with his little finger, looking a little impatient. This little fellow had been making noises since he left the stage, repeating the same few words over and over again, and his ears were about to get calluses from hearing him.

But what made him even more angry was the character of his little Master.

It is so bad that it is hard to look at it directly. It can be said to be a mixture of inferiority and arrogance. It is naturally difficult for a guy who has no spirit of conquest to understand what he has done.

“Foolish Rider, idiot Rider, the situation was obviously so good just now. We only needed to continue observing according to the plan and we would be successful. But you actually rushed out and announced your real name to everyone in a high-profile manner! What on earth were you thinking?”

“Ahhh! When I go back later, Teacher Kenneth will definitely not let me off. What should I do?! It’s all your fault, Rider.”

Hearing Weber's ghostly howling beside him, Iskandar couldn't help but frown.

"Noisy!"

Finally, after enduring for a moment, Iskandar suddenly grabbed Weber's sleeve, and then lifted him up easily. His feet were suspended off the ground, and his huge tiger eyes stared at Weber, which frightened him.

"You...what are you going to do?! Do you still want to...kill the master?"

Threatened by Iskandar, Weber's whole body began to tremble, and he raised his right hand tremblingly.

"I... I am warning you. Don't forget that I still have the Command Seal in my hand."

"Um……"

Staring into Iskandar's wide-open tiger eyes at close range, Weber felt the distance getting closer and closer. His body trembled more violently, and he was almost scared to tears.

Iskandar's size is still very oppressive to him.

"Hmph, just teasing you, little brat."

Seeing Weber's nervous expression, Iskandar, who had been extremely serious, suddenly grinned, then casually threw Weber to the ground with a "bang" and laughed.

"Haha, my little Master, how are you? Do you feel the domineering aura displayed by me?"

"it hurts!"

Waver cried out in pain, and seeing Iskandar's grinning expression, he quickly stood up and protested.

"I can feel it, you big-headed ghost! Ahhh, why can't you learn from Lancer? How can there be a Servant who treats his Master like you?!"

"Humph!"

Secret Technique: Snap Your Fingers.