I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

Lixiang opened the curtains and looked down from the hotel's height. "To have something this big in 1995... Although doctors always say it's a small place, the city view is actually quite nice if you look closely."

What I saw before was just a burned-down scene, so of course I couldn’t enjoy any scenery.

Waking up to see dusk, I felt a bit uneasy, but I guess other Masters would also adjust their unhealthy schedules for the Holy Grail War?

After getting ready, Lixiang took Yimi out.

"Now that we know the Holy Grail is a bad thing, do you have any plans to deal with it, Ruler?"

"No."

"Uh... there can't be none at all, right? Didn't you appear as Ruler?"

"Maybe?"

The cat tilted its head in thought.

"..."

Such an unconfident statement.

There was a problem with Chaldea's spirit particle transmission, but since she has summoned the Judge, according to convention, she may have to solve the problem of the Holy Grail before she can go back?

"If we follow Mr. El-Melloi's plan, we must ensure at least three Servants survive, and then find a way to dismantle the Greater Holy Grail."

But it was impossible for a half-baked magician like her to disintegrate the Holy Grail on her own.

“Breaded fish!”

The child's voice in her ear brought Lixiang's thoughts back to reality. She turned her gaze away. Yimi didn't know whether it was appropriate to run to the side and tiptoe to grab someone else's stall.

He took one look at the cake, then turned his head to look at her, expressing his longing with his eager eyes.

After experiencing the previous world, Yimi at least knows that things need to be bought.

"It's not bread, it's Taiyaki, little sister."

The boss with a kind smile corrected him and looked at Li Xiang: "How about buying one for your lovely sister to try? It's delicious."

"Give me two."

Lixiang took out the money.

Where did the money come from?

Don't ask so much detail.

"Well, pat on the head."

Yimi put her head close to Ritsuka's hand.

Only after you pat someone on the head can you feel at ease eating other people's food.

"well."

Ritsuka seemed to see the words "Bond +1" appear above Yimi's head.

Ah, after returning to Jia, I must find a way to summon her out, provided that I can summon her.

"Since we've signed the contract, shouldn't you at least let me know your Noble Phantasm?"

Yimi glanced at the system panel and read out the words that she found most incomprehensible: "My Lord has a treasure here."

This Noble Phantasm sounds so familiar! So you're Jeanne's alternate-world counterpart?

Yimi took a bite of the taiyaki and realized the bread didn't taste like fish. She immediately shoved it into Ritsuka's hand with a look of disgust. It wasn't a question of whether it tasted good or not; it was like someone trying to eat a sweet rice dumpling only to find it was too salty after taking a bite.

Yimi sniffed the air: "Master, there is magic."

"Is Lancer declaring war? Mr. II seemed to have mentioned this yesterday. Let's go and take a look."

"Oh!"

Diarmuid, a man of great ability, appeared in this Holy Grail War as a spearman.

Tragically, his Master Kenneth originally wanted to summon Alexander the Conqueror, but the holy relic used as a medium was stolen by his own students, so he could only use this as a temporary substitute.

"Fujimaru, can you hear me?"

Thinking of what Nisei had told him yesterday, Ritsuka couldn't help but grumble: "Kenneth is truly unlucky to have met such a student... Ah, Mr. Nisei."

"..."

Maybe the signal is bad, El-Melloi II is silent again.

4

Chapter 4: Whoever I say it belongs to, it belongs to him.

The powerful clash of weapons, the competition of martial arts displayed by heroic spirits from different eras, or the mutual admiration and respect between them, are perhaps one of the greatest charms of the Holy Grail War.

"You've been fighting so hard and haven't even broken a sweat. It's hard to believe you're a woman."

"No need to be so modest, Lancer. Although I don't know your name, I'm deeply grateful to be praised by someone with such superb marksmanship."

Mutual promotion of business is also an essential part.

"The game is over, Lancer. Don't drag it out any longer. That Saber is a tough opponent. Take care of her quickly, and I'll allow you to use your Noble Phantasm."

Unfortunately, the master hiding here doesn't seem to be so understanding.

Lancer's lips curled up when he heard this: "I understand, my Lord."

Diarmuid's Noble Phantasms are the Red Rose, a long spear that breaks demons, and the Yellow Rose, a short spear that inflicts certain death. The effects are quite literal: the former breaks demons, while the latter inflicts irreparable damage.

However, before he could use the spear's power, he suddenly blocked it in front of his face. At the same time, a spear that was also bright red came into his sight. It was filled with terrifying magic power and hit his own spear hard, bending it downward in an arc until it flew out.

"who?"

Artoria, who had just been exchanging pleasantries with the other party, held the invisible sword in front of herself as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Is this how you use such high magic power? That gun looks a bit worrying."

Roman's muffled voice whispered something.

"Although it's not very wise, I can still... stop it... But for these two..."

The signal started to get bad again.

"He's obviously my Servant, so why am I the first one to be praised?"

Lixiang then walked out slowly, looking around awkwardly.

Because according to the information provided by Mr. II, Saber's Master is a guy who always points a sniper rifle at the heads of other people.

"To actually interrupt my fight with Lancer mid-fight is truly an unforgivable insult to a knight."

In response, Saber lowered her invisible blade and aimed it at Yimi's nose, but her gaze remained fixed on the spear in her hand. "You appear to be something other than human, so I won't consider you a child who knows nothing of the world. Since you dare to interfere, I assume you're prepared to pay the price."

"Well?"

Yimi gently opened her invisible sword. Cats hate having their noses pointed at.

She turned to look at the pistol that Lancer had just thrown on the ground, but it had disappeared.

Because the Spear of Longinus is too long for her, it always feels awkward to swing it when walking on the ground (a general term for insect stick moves on the ground), so she wants to change to a shorter one.

"Please wait a moment. We can explain this matter."

As the Master, Ritsuka quickly stepped forward, sizing up Irisviel, who was suspected to be Saber's Master, and shot directly: "And Saber's true Master, please move the gun away from my head."

Kiritsugu frowned when he heard this from afar: "Have we been discovered?"

"Explain? Haha, are you trying to use this opportunity to attack us and curry favor with Saber to form an alliance? What a despicable and despicable act."

Master Lancer's voice echoed in the air.

"That's right, my lord."

Lancer himself returned to the scene, warily eyeing the suddenly appearing little girl. "Such immense magical power! While your fighting style is unbelievable, you're Caster, right? You're a magician, yet you possess a powerful lance."

“That gun…”

Kiritsugu moved the sniper rifle away from Ritsuka's head and aimed the lens at Yimi, continuously increasing the magnification.

Unlike the Lancer's bright red spear, the red color of this spear is an unnatural paint, and it looks like it was stained with blood.

As a heroic spirit who has left his name in history, it is impossible for the weapon in his hand not to be stained with blood. However, there are not many weapons with the characteristic of being "stained with blood" that can even be preserved as legends and become a treasure. At the very least, he should have killed mythical creatures.

The highest...it's easy to find, but it's unlikely.

"Not Caster."

Yimi's eyes moved back and forth between Saber and Lancer. Before the signal got bad, the strange male voice from the Master said that in order to prevent the evil of this world from leaking out, at least three servants should be left for the time being.

The cat had no idea what the evil in this world was, and the knowledge that came with the job introduction didn't tell her anything.

"No? You're driving..."

"Oooo!"

A war cry followed by thunder flashed down from the sky, and a cart pulled by two oxen landed on the ground. A strong red-haired man wearing His Son stood on it and opened his arms:

"Both parties put away their swords. Do not act rashly before the King arrives!"

He glanced around with satisfaction and said, "I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors! I have appeared in the human world as a Rider in this Holy Grail War!"

He revealed his identity at the beginning, successfully shocking everyone present except Yimi. It was not because of his awesome identity...it was indeed awesome, but even King Arthur, who was so upright in this battle, would choose to conceal his identity, like Altria.

"Fujimaru, can you hear me? The image seems to be clear."

"I hear you, Nisei-sensei. Now it's the appearance of the thieving student who betrayed the teacher. Why does he look familiar?"

Ritsuka replied quietly.

Then Mr. II fell silent again. This communication signal was really infuriating.

"What are you doing, idiot!"

The terrified thief student tried to scold his Servant, but was violently bounced away by a finger.

After teaching his concubine (Bushi) a lesson, Rider looked at the others below with great interest: "Although this time we are competing with each other for the Holy Grail, I still want to ask you, are you willing to join my army and give me the Holy Grail?"

"Impossible! The Holy Grail is mine!"

Yimi pointed the spear at him.

The first bad guy appeared and actually told the cat to give the treasure to him in front of her! She decided not to put him on the list of survivors.

"Is this what you should say, Ruler? You are the God of Lies who forged the message and descended!"

Dr. Roman was a little nervous, but the more he looked at the gun, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Ruler?"

The others turned their attention to Yimi.

It seems that in the more hidden corners of the knowledge granted by the Holy Grail there is information about additional positions that may appear when certain situations arise with the Holy Grail.

But why didn't I receive any notification? Besides, the Ruler is usually someone who died without any wishes.

Counterfeit?

"Hey little girl, I don't understand why Ruler is here, but I remember him being a neutral referee."

The King of Conquerors scratched his ear. "When you tried to impersonate Ruler, did you understand the meaning of the word 'referee'?"

Yimi looked up and exited the system.

The system obediently looked up the meaning of the word "referee" and showed it to her.

The kitten put his hands behind his back and recited the lines of poetry with the clumsy grace of an elementary school student: "A referee is a person who decides the outcome and any violations in a game."

Waver, the Master of the King of Conquerors, wanted to interrupt: "You know it yourself, and yet you made it up so poorly..."

Yimi interrupted him: "This war is for the Holy Grail, and because of an accident, it is necessary for the referee to decide which side will get the Holy Grail."

Weber: “So…”

Yimi pointed the spear at him again: "So whoever I say the Holy Grail belongs to, the Holy Grail belongs to him. If I say the Holy Grail is mine, the Holy Grail is mine!"

Li Xiang nodded: "That's right."

“That makes sense.”

The King of Conquerors frowned and stroked his chin.