I will attack in the second dimension as a heroic spirit

Gray didn't respond to Ash's teasing, but sighed as she looked at El-Melloi II standing tall in front of her.

"It just feels like the teacher now is different from the one who usually teaches."

"This is the real him. I heard he used to debate with his teacher in class."

"Eh? Master would do such a thing?" Gray chuckled twice, as if she had received some new information about her master, but soon fell silent.

Looking at the man in front of her, she pursed her lips and whispered, "If Master doesn't become a teacher anymore and isn't here..."

"Then you will leave him?"

"How is that possible!" Gray retorted in panic.

"That's it." Looking at El-Melloi II who turned back to check the situation here, Ash shook his head, indicating that there was no problem here.

"As long as you stay by his side, that's all that's needed." Remembering El-Melloi II's usual demeanor, Ash raised his lip and said, "Besides, without you, he doesn't know how he'd survive."

"Maybe you will have more wonderful and rich experiences in the future." His fingers inserted into Gray's soft hair.

"Maybe I'll go somewhere adventurous, to hunt fantasy plants or something."

"That's too much of a fantasy."

"Oh my, Gray actually knows what Phantasma means."

"Even though I'm a half-baked person, I still attend classes normally." Gray puffed up her face angrily.

"Hahaha sorry, by the way, maybe you guys will become pirates."

"Being a pirate seems a bit too much." Gray couldn't imagine the scene of herself and her master becoming pirates.

"What if? Maybe he'll even adopt a fake name like Yarugo."

"...Isn't that just Gray pronounced backwards?"

Perhaps amused by Ash's idea, Gray, feeling a little better, lowered her hood to hide her face.

Ah... Miss Jian is right. Even if Master doesn't choose to be a teacher in the future, I will still follow him.

No matter where Master goes or what he does in the future, I will be by his side.

Before I stopped being grey.

"Don't worry, what you worry about will never happen."

Gray raised her head instantly at the voice coming from the side.

Jian, who was standing by, seemed to know what he was thinking and denied the thing he was most worried about.

Jian looked at him with an angelic smile.

Then the angel spoke.

“Gray is always gray.”

Chapter 22: Dissection

While waiting for the auction of the Mystic Eye of Bubble to begin, El-Melloi II stood up and interrupted the process to start reasoning, lighting a cigar at the same time.

"...The Mystic Eye Collection Train is the product of high-ranking Dead Apostles. Previously, this train was heading towards the Son of Einnashe. Two products of high-ranking Dead Apostles met on the same spiritual vein and are rapidly approaching."

"The proximity of these two powerful magical powers on the same spiritual vein will inevitably cause distortion, and another Holy Grail will be born."

El-Melloi II used the smoke from the cigar in his hand to form the shape of a cup in the air.

"The spiritual veins across the Earth are inherently connected. By twisting and guiding this Small Holy Grail, we can connect it to the Great Holy Grail in Fuyuki."

"Thus, that person was able to successfully summon a Servant."

Half a day before the auction began, Caleb's Magic Eye was removed, and the train staff informed everyone present that Caleb's Magic Eye could indeed recreate past events, and gave it the name of the Magic Eye of Foam.

"Just as Kanono Hishiri deduced earlier, this slash from the past can indeed make the holder of Future Vision defenseless."

"At the same time, my students encountered that slash from the past during their battle with the one who summoned the Servant."

"The above shows that the person who controlled Caleb to kill Theresa and the person who summoned the Servants to attack me and my students are the same person."

"I really hope I can finish this soon. The auction is almost over." Yvette complained with a pout.

"Besides, he was the one who gave you the loan, wasn't he, Yvette?" El-Melloi II puffed on his cigar. "Your reckless price hike is a bit suspicious."

At the auction, Yvette shouted out 500 million without blinking, as if she was not spending her own money.

"You were the one who provided the qualifications to board the train in the first place, right? The invitation allows for a maximum of two people." El-Melloi II pointed his cigar at Yvette. "Also, you've been using communication magic to update him on the current situation. These things should be easily traced."

"Eh~ Exposed?" Yvette pulled out something resembling a phone and winked adorably. "I've received a lot of help from him in the past, and this time he even allowed me to study the photographed Mystic Eye before the transplant."

At the same time, the phone-like thing said, "As expected of a famous detective."

"who are you?"

"You should have a guess, right?"

"Ah, someone who can open that Modern Magic safe that you made at will, who's proficient in hypnosis, a technique within the Modern Magic field, and who has won over Yvette and provided funding..."

El-Melloi II pointed his cigar at the phone and said, "You are the former head of the Modern Magic Department—Dr. Hatteras."

"Wonderful!"

There was warm applause from the other end of the line. "You're right, but there's one last thing. What's the motive? What is the motive?"

"...You want to summon a Servant." Smoke swirled around El-Melloi II. "Rather, everything else is incidental. When you summon a Servant, your goal is already achieved."

"That's right!" An even more enthusiastic emotion came.

"Where are my things?" El-Melloi II said, staring at the phone.

"Oh, I see. Please come to the roof and chat."

Before he could finish his words, Ash appeared in front of Hatteras with El-Melloi II and Gray.

"No matter how many times I see it, this magic trick is truly amazing." The young man with flaming red hair smiled and threw a piece of aged red cloth forward. "Here."

The fabric floated to our side and El-Melloi II grabbed it, taking it in with a handkerchief.

"Since the goal has been achieved, why not just leave?"

"I want to see you," Hatteras, his enemy, said in a friendly voice, as if confiding in a lover. "The more I learn about the Holy Grail War, the more fascinated I become. The myths and legends are recreated in modern times in their original form, like a child's fantasy."

"How boring," Hephaestion spitted.

"Haha, El-Melloi II's reasoning is so interesting. It really took up too much time." Hatreth nodded and turned to leave. "Then..."

"and many more."

"Oh?"

"The Holy Grail is fake, the Master is fake, the Command Seals are fake. Generally speaking, such a ridiculous ritual cannot succeed and cannot summon a Servant."

El-Melloi II looked at Hephaestion. "But what if the one he summoned was actually a fake?"

Hatteras, as if receiving some unexpected surprise, smiled and acknowledged El-Melloi II's words.

"Yes, I call this class Faker."

"Who do you think I am, then?" Hephaestion asked casually.

"You are not Hephaestion," El-Melloi II declared. "Your appearance is identical to the one passed down through generations as Iskandar. With that relic, it's impossible to summon another Heroic Spirit. Therefore, you are—Iskandar's substitute."

"Eh? There's such a big difference in size?" Gray mentioned Yade and tilted her head.

"It's a stand-in for magic. I happen to be a magician myself, so it's easier for me to be a stand-in for magic. Maybe I even learned magic because I needed to be the king's stand-in."

"It's an autopsy..." Hatteras, who was watching from the side, suddenly whispered, "The legendary El-Melloi II will dissect all the mysteries."

"If you want to ask, I'll tell you." Hephaestion grinned.

Her smile contained strong hostility, and murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

"I don't have a name to begin with. As a substitute for the emperor, I don't have a special name. The king tried to give me a name many times, but I refused."

Faker slowly drew out his dagger, and lightning flashed across the clouds.

"When a name other than the king's is needed, it is sufficient to borrow the name of my brother Hephaestion. That's all, that's all, Magus."

"Then, one last question!" El-Melloi II roared at the top of his lungs. "Why didn't you appear in the King's Army?"

"shut up!"

Faker stomped on the roof of the train and drew his sword, slashing towards El-Melloi II.

"Remove the first stage limited application, large shield." Gray unfolded Yade and stepped forward.

The shield and dagger collided violently, and the angry heroic spirit's blow almost knocked Gray away.

Ash looked at El-Melloi II, but he just shook his head at Ash.

There is no need for this lady to take action now.

Then he continued to look at Faker.

"That guy wouldn't tolerate what happened to you. He wouldn't agree to you being treated as something nameless. You refused to be named because you think you can't be a substitute if you don't remain nameless! People like you don't appear in the King's Army because—"

El-Melloi II continued to shout with all his might.

"You yourself hate the King's Army!"

"I said! Shut up!"

Faker kicked Gray away with all his might, swung his dagger towards the sky, and the void was torn apart.

The Wheel of Devil came with thunder and lightning.

The bone dragon pulling the chariot roared violently, as if it could sense its master's anger.

Under the reflection of thunder and lightning, Faker's face looked even gloomier.

Chapter 23: The King's Army

"Yes, I hate the King's army."

The anger contained in his words burned like a raging flame.

"I hate those idiots who destroyed everything the King built. I hate the newcomers who wanted to join those idiots! I hate my brother who wanted to walk shoulder to shoulder with those idiots even though he knew the consequences!"

After being granted knowledge by the Holy Grail, Faker learned that Oceanus was a fake.

I also learned about the Wars of the Diadochi.

Everything in Wang's life fell apart, and Wang's life goal was just a dream.

As the end of a dream, is there any ending more cruel than this?

"My king, why, why do you pursue this? Why don't you give it up? Knowing it's a dream, why don't you just treat it as a dream?"

If, if you didn't pursue this dream that is like a bubble that will shatter at the slightest touch.

Would your ending be any better, King?

Hearing Faker's low murmur, El-Melloi II raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.

Then he raised his head and shouted like the king.

"Because glory lies far away! It is precisely because it is unattainable that we must challenge it!"

Faker's rage grew even stronger, and his grip on the hilt of the sword tightened even more.

"How dare a mere soldier who has been fawning over him for only half a month talk about our deceased king!"

The chariot rushed down suddenly, and thunder and lightning roared violently around it.

"He has not perished." El-Melloi II's voice was sincere. "Even though everything that was once the great king has been shattered, even though his existence has been erased from history, that meaning has not faded. That is why I am here now."

"That's a brilliant provocation," Hatteris said with great admiration. "Faker probably won't leave here unless I deal with you. I simply can't use another Command Seal. Once I do, my relationship with her will be difficult to repair. Making an enemy of you is truly troublesome."

"Forgive me, Master." Faker turned and jumped onto the chariot. "I intend to be loyal to you in this world, but I cannot ignore this man."

"Haha, whatever you like." Hatteras smiled happily and got on the chariot. "After being analyzed for so long, we should also fight back a little bit."

Hatteras's hand gently pressed against his left chest.