"In a certain country, there once was such a devout believer."
This story should have been that simple.
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This believer was contemptuously called a "fanatic believer" by others because of his devout faith that was beyond the understanding of the world.
Even the believers who worshiped the same god as her could not understand her unusually devout faith and looked down upon her.
However, the fanatic didn't resent anyone for this.
"The reason why I am looked down upon by others is because I am not pious enough." This is what she thinks.
Being despised is because of insufficient faith, nothing more.
Therefore, the fanatical believer continues to push herself and continue her pilgrimage.
She constantly pursues the miracles created by her ancestors and tries to recreate them one by one.
"But it's not enough. Not nearly enough."
The world seems to be shouting at the fanatical believers.
No one understood why she was so crazy, and other believers began to think that she was possessed by a demon and were afraid of her.
"Not enough. Not enough. Not enough-"
The pilgrimage seems to have no end.
In the end, the fanatic achieved nothing and lived as a fanatic who was feared by people. He was not even qualified for martyrdom.
She disappeared from people's eyes on a mediocre day.
But even so, fanatics never hate the world.
She was always ashamed of her lack of piety. Even if she died, she would take another form and plunge into the torrent of faith again.
This fanatic never held a grudge.
There was once such a fanatic believer who was hopeless in the eyes of ordinary people.
Such a simple story should have ended here.
However, the false Holy Grail chose her.
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night.
Lakeland area east of Snowfield.
This lake and swamp located in the east of the city stretches as far as the eye can see, with countless clear lakes dotted here and there. But beauty often coexists with danger, and there are many dangerous swamps between the lakes that will cause you to fall deep into them if you step into them.
The swamp spread out in all directions, as if it wanted to fill all the gaps and swallow up the entire area.
Among the four haphazard areas of land in the southeast, northwest and northwest of this rapidly developing city, this can be considered a relatively rapidly developed area, but at best there are only a few fishing grounds and holiday villas sparsely located.
At this moment, in the corner of the villa area, there is a villa that is much larger than the other houses. Because it is surrounded by barriers, even if ordinary people see it, they will think it is "nothing special" and will not approach it.
This is a method commonly used by magicians to drive people away.
Under the influence of such a magic barrier, ordinary people without magic power will consciously leave the area covered by the barrier.
His eyes came to the villa.
Judging from the decoration, this building cannot be said to be elegant. If it were regarded as a simple hotel built on the shore of the Western Lake, then the design with black and gray as the main colors would seem too Gothic.
It's bound to be no good business.
But at this moment, the basement of the villa was filled with people.
A dozen magicians were in the basement of the house, and they had just finished the summoning ceremony.
The appearance of the Servant was successfully completed.
All that remains is to answer the questions raised by the servant and conclude a contract with him.
However……
"Strange."
The magician who summoned this servant, Jesta Caltore, stared at the heroic spirit he summoned in surprise.
At this moment, there are more than ten magicians surrounding Jesta. Obviously, they are all Jesta's disciples.
And in the center of the crowd, a figure was exuding an unusual aura. This aura was different from both humans and magicians; it was bottomless, yet full of pure oppression.
Magicians know very well that such aura can only come from heroic spirits.
On the surface, this heroic spirit is a "woman" wearing a black robe.
She seemed to be quite young, but because her head was buried, it was impossible to tell what she looked like.
But that's not the problem.
The moment Jesta saw this heroic spirit, she felt that something was wrong.
"What I summoned should be the heroic spirit of the Diver."
Yes, the heroic spirit he summoned should be a heroic spirit of the 'Stalker' class.
‘Class’, as a container for heroic spirits, generally cannot be chosen by the summoner.
But there are exceptions.
The classes of 'Stalker' and 'Berserker' have special properties and can be summoned based on chanting and prior preparation.
Therefore, Jesta followed this rule and summoned a heroic spirit of the "Stalker" class.
Since it is a class that specializes in assassination, naturally there is only one type of hero that fits the name of "Stalker". At first glance, the heroic spirit that appeared in front of him does indeed look like that kind of person.
However, the heroic spirits who appear as 'divers' should all have one characteristic, but the heroic spirit in front of them does not.
"I heard that they all wear white skull masks..."
Yes, heroic spirits with the name of Stalker will wrap their bodies in black robes and wear skull masks to hide their faces. This is the information that Jesta learned from the investigation in advance.
But the woman in black in front of her did not wear a white mask, and her true face was looming under the gently swaying cloak.
"By the way, can I talk to her first?"
Although Jesta felt a little confused, she didn't quite know what was going on.
This was his first time experiencing the Holy Grail War, and he was very clear that this Holy Grail War was a fake that was different from the real Holy Grail War. No one could predict how it would be different from the Holy Grail War fought in Japan.
Maybe the Stalker doesn't have a mask, which is also caused by this surprise?
In addition, there is another thing that makes Jesta feel strange. That is that at this stage, the "protagonist" of this Holy Grail War has still not surfaced. The person who can create such a large-scale system should be with love.
Inzbern and other famous magician families are comparable to each other. But so far, he has never felt a similar aura of magicians.
Is the other party hiding it too well, or is the other party just watching from the sidelines in a hidden place?
Jesta suppressed all the questions in her heart and continued to wait for the servant in front of her to act.
Finally, the woman in black slowly raised her head, and the figure of Jesta was reflected in her eyes like stars.
"Just ask"
Her firm gaze is the same as the sense of oppression she exudes. Although it is unfathomable, there is no hesitation and it is crystal clear.
The magician couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he waited for the other party to continue talking with a slight smile.
"Are you the magician who called me here to get the Holy Grail?" The woman spoke slowly through the black cloth covering her mouth, her voice sounding weak.
Following the woman's question, Jesta also felt relieved.
He confidently took a step forward, opened his arms as if to welcome the woman, and said, "Yes, you are right. I am -"
However, before he finished speaking, something strange happened.
"...Delusional Heart Sound (Zabaniya)..." With the whisper of the woman in black, time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Jesta was stunned for a moment, only to hear a "pop" sound, and he felt as if something touched his chest.
He couldn't help but look down.
"what happened?"
I saw something red reaching out to Jesta's chest, and that thing was grabbing something that was also red.
By the time Jesta realized that it was his heart, it seemed it was too late.
Before he could raise his lowered head again, his body fell straight to the ground.
"What?"
Seeing the sudden change in front of them and the motionless teacher lying on the ground, the expressions of the trainee magicians suddenly changed, and they were stunned by the scene in front of them.
As bystanders, they were lucky enough to see the full picture of what had just happened. It seemed like a red arm suddenly appeared from behind the woman, stretched straight towards Jesta, and touched his chest in the blink of an eye.
Incredibly, there was a heart in the red hand, but then, the heart was crushed hard by that hand.
The trainee magicians looked at the teacher who fell on the ground and then at the woman in black, and for a moment they all screamed in confusion.
"you!"
"What did you do to Master Jesta?"
"Aren't you a Servant?"
The trainee magicians screamed in panic, gripped their weapons tightly in their hands, and quickly restrained their magic power.
It seems that he is preparing to fight against the heroic spirit.
Yes, there is no doubt that the heroic spirit in front of them is already their enemy. After all, she even killed her own master.
Heroic spirits of other classes may dissipate with the death of their master, but they who know a little bit about the Holy Grail War know very well that the heroic spirits in front of them most likely will not.
This is because most of the Heroic Spirits who appear as the "Diver" class should have the characteristic of "acting alone", that is, even if the Master dies in battle, they can act independently for a period of time.
And during this period of time, this heroic spirit was enough to kill them countless times.
Human beings, even magicians, are usually defenseless when facing heroic spirits.
The woman in black looked at them expressionlessly and said something in a still weak voice.
“Our God needs no cup”
I don't know if it was because he heard what the woman in black said, but there was a man in the crowd holding a short knife with special power. He quietly jumped up and aimed at stabbing her in the back.
However, his sneak attack was unsuccessful.
There was a strange "crunch" sound, and the woman in black's shoulders twisted into a strange angle.
She stretched her left hand behind her and gently touched the man's head.
"...Utopia Computer (Zabaniya)..."
The next moment, the man's head seemed to have turned into a bomb. His body made a loud noise and exploded with flames.
The explosions and flashes of light made the trainee magicians huddle in fear. The woman in black only knocked down two people in an instant, and the trainee magicians realized deeply that there was nothing they could do in the face of out-and-out servants.
"We must eradicate... heretical magicians..."
The woman in black whispered in a feeble voice and stopped moving for a few seconds.
In the eyes of others, the woman in black seemed to be waiting for the trainee magicians to throw down their weapons, turn around and run away. But the trainee magicians did not do this. They chose to retreat together, distance themselves from the woman in black and called
The magic is ready to attack her.
Because they all know very well how stupid it is to leave their back to a hunter who is countless times more powerful than themselves.
However, in the face of the absolute power gap, resistance seems meaningless.
Seeing this, the woman in black shook her head gently with a look that seemed both pity and loneliness, and spoke mercilessly.
"...Dream Marrow (Zabaniya)..."
Silence enveloped the entire room.
When she came back to her senses, the woman in black was surrounded only by the magicians who had turned into corpses.
The magicians were just about to release magic power to the servants, but for some reason, their bodies were burned to charcoal and fell to the ground.
No one knew what happened, and the only servant who knew the truth silently left the basement along the stairs.
She disappeared.
To be precise, he took advantage of the convenience of being a heroic spirit and transformed into a spiritual body.
Now, no one can see her in spiritual form.
She clearly had nowhere to go, but she was galloping through the darkness of the night with a clear purpose.
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Fanatics want proof.
As long as it can be proven that she is a qualified believer and a qualified believer in God.
It was only after a long, long time that she realized that having this idea in itself meant that she was immature.
When she was young, "she" worked hard to get a name that could serve as a proof of her faith.
In order to get the name that represents the leader of believers, she must have a power that can be called a miracle of God.
However, that miracle has some special limitations.
It exists to take the lives of others more quickly and accurately than pagans and enemies of God.
The faction she belongs to pursues exactly this kind of miracle.
This is an assassination sect composed of a group of fanatical believers.
Even so, she was still despised as a "fanatic believer" by people in the cult.
In order to inherit the name that represents the leader of believers, the leaders of the past generations each mastered a miracle named "Fallen Angel".
Everyone was stunned at what she did.
No one believes this is true.
They never thought that a young female believer could actually combine all the miracles of the previous eighteen leaders into one body.
This is enough to prove that she has gone through countless bloody trials, and it also fully shows that she has put in more pure and unquestionable efforts than anyone else.
However, the people in the cult refused to admit that she was qualified to inherit the title of leader.
"What are you doing? It's just imitation that's not even copying. You can't create miracles yourself, which means you still have shortcomings."
She is indeed very talented. In order to master all the skills that once existed in the world, she paid the price with blood - enduring the pain of being cut and reorganized.
In other words, her talent is that of hard work that goes through fire and water, rather than that of a pioneering talent that uses her brain to unleash her creativity and create new miracles.