[FMMISM] Chapter 36: Holy Grail War's Progress

At this moment, silence fell upon the messy living room.

Zealot lay lifelessly on the ground, resembling a corpse.

Ragna bent over beside her, roughly grabbing her hair to lift her slumped upper body.

"Harming my noble body, do you think dying will be that easy?"

"..."

Zealot's normally fair face lost color and expression, resembling an indifferent doll.

"A girl without even a name..." Ragna spoke harshly. "I will completely erase your Saint Graph, deny your life, shatter your beliefs, defile, degrade, insult everything about you, until—tch, already dead?"

Ragna clicked his tongue and then placed Zealot on his shoulder.

"Caster, I'm heading back to my room first. Have the maids fix the broken walls. You've had a fright today, take the next couple of days off to rest."

As Ragna reached the stairs, Morgan blocked his way with a fierce stance, hands on hips, her eyes gleaming coldly, her ample chest heaving with emotion.

"Master, you're not thinking of keeping this bitch around, are you?"

Long-term familiarity had fostered a tacit understanding between Morgan and Ragna, so she immediately grasped his intentions.

'Hmm, because she's quite an interesting toy.' Ragna nodded inwardly upon hearing Morgan's question. 'Anyway, how did she learn to speak like that when she's angry? Gawain's mashed potatoes are one thing, but did she pick up those dirty words from her daughter, Mordred?'

After pondering for a moment, Ragna patiently explained to Morgan.

"Assassin's actions against me have already met her just end—with her death. What I do next to her body is another matter entirely."

Unfortunately, Morgan didn't buy it since she was a woman more vengeful than most.

"Don't joke with me, I disagree. She's the one who blew up your head. Or do you think I, as your Servant, aren't good enough? Can't satisfy you?"

'Is it because of her pride, or is she blaming herself for leading an enemy to the base? And what did she mean by can't satisfy me?'

Ragna pondered thoughtfully before speaking again.

"Morgan."

He suddenly lowered his head and took Morgan's hand, raising it to examine closely in front of his chest.

Morgan's once jade-like fingers had turned bloody and flesh-like from clawing at the floor moments ago.

"Thank you just now, really... I won't forget the injuries you suffered for me." Ragna said in a gentle tone.

In the next moment, he infused magical energy into Morgan's hand, and soon, accompanied by warmth, her injuries healed rapidly.

However, Morgan showed no appreciation, only snorting and pulling her hand back.

"I'm not the one injured here, you are..." Morgan murmured with a huff.

"Heh, Caster. Can't you go easy on me today? Consider the fact that I'm still lively and kicking."

Ragna winked flirtatiously at her, but Morgan responded with a cold stare.

"..."

Soon, blue and black eyes locked in a silent stare-down.

After a while, Morgan finally relented and averted her gaze.

"…Whatever."

Ripples of light shimmered in the void as the blood-stained witch instantly vanished from the living room.

[I'm the only one who can tolerate your willfulness, Master.]

Morgan's voice suddenly came directly into Ragna's mind.

'Thank you, Morgan...' Ragna thought gratefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

If Morgan had insisted on eliminating Zealot earlier, Ragna would have had to agree.

It was clear that causing discord with Morgan over a mere toy was neither sensible nor necessary.

"Such a good woman..."

Ragna murmured and then turned to the girl he had carried on his shoulders.

"Well then, let's enjoy our evening together, Big Sis Assassin?"

===

It was as if someone had pressed a start button, the Holy Grail War was unknowingly rapidly progressing.

Just today, more than one Servant had exited the stage.

Aside from Assassin who had died because of her foolishness in an unknown location, another Servant had also been eliminated, evaporated under the gaze of all participants—or so it seemed outwardly.

"Last night, it seems Kotomine Kirei's Servant sneaked into the Tohsaka residence and got shot dead by a golden Servant stationed there. It was a one-sided attack, his Servant couldn't even muster a bit of resistance."

On the following morning, as Morgan reported this news to Ragna, he had just finished an all-nighter.

His effort to restore Zealot's Spiritual Core was completed, and in this way, she became a Servant in the flesh.

"Is that so... the Servant attacking the Tohsaka residence was dead, huh..."

Since Zealot occupied the position of Assassin, which Servant accompanied Kirei in this boring drama?

What kind of skill did his Servant rely on?

Resurrection? Or perhaps a clone?

'How dull are you, Tohsaka Tokiomi... Let me add some fun to the Holy Grail War...'

As Ragna stroked Zealot's smooth face, a faintly meaningful smile curved his lips.

===

Not far from the mouth of the Mion River, the Fuyuki Bridge spanned both banks, a majestic arch bridge measuring 665 meters in total length, with its highest point reaching over fifty meters.

Waver Velvet now stood nervously at the highest point of the Fuyuki Bridge.

"Ri-Rider, let's come down quickly!"

Shivering from cold and fear, Waver said to the giant man beside him.

Rider Iskandar, known as 'Alexander the Great', with his muscular features and massive stature, paid his Master no mind.

"Standing watch here is as fitting as it gets, but for now, let me enjoy the scenery on this side to change my mood." Iskandar said calmly, occasionally lifting a bottle of red wine to his lips as he gazed indifferently at the park on the western bank.

They believed that their pursued Servant, tracked for nearly four hours, should be here.

Facing the enemy they had finally tracked down, Waver intended to charge directly, but Iskandar merely kept a distant watch on the enemy.

In the next moment, Iskandar snorted and spoke up again.

"Hmph, they're obviously trying to lure us out. Their presence is too obvious not to be noticed. Other Servants are probably observing them too. If we wait and watch, some impatient Master might take action. That's when I'll strike."

In Waver's opinion, Iskandar's strategy seemed surprisingly reasonable and cunning. He knew that even though Iskandar always appeared bold and carefree, he actually had a meticulous mind.

Indeed, as Iskandar had said, they should wait and watch, benefiting from the conflict between other Masters' impulsive actions—clearly a wise and advantageous decision.

However, Waver clearly didn't realize that his Servant was thinking completely differently.

Iskandar, who once swept and conquered vast territories in history, was contemplating facing all the Servants alone after they had gathered.

"Oh, there they are..."

Following Iskandar's gaze, Waver saw two exotic women not far from a silver knight.