Yet in that situation, Fu Yuan vaguely heard... a human woman's voice, along with the deep growls of wolves.
"Is someone nearby? And they ran into Snow Wolves?" Fu Yuan said in surprise, raising his head.
Fu Yuan did not think too much about it. He stood up directly and looked at Scáthach, who was resting her cheek on her hand. "Scáthach, I heard something strange. It sounded like a person. Help me watch the fire, and don't let it go out, or the stew won't taste good."
After leaving Scáthach with those words, Fu Yuan immediately sprinted toward the source of the sounds.
Though Fu Yuan's strides were wide and hurried, he strangely left no footprints in the soft snow. He trod upon snow without leaving a trace, an astonishing sight.
Watching Fu Yuan rapidly disappear into the distance, Scáthach pursed her slightly parted lips and swallowed the words she had meant to use to stop him.
Then Scáthach walked over to the cooking food and muttered, "You told me to watch the fire. I'm not your cook."
Hmm... if you were not his cook, why were you so obediently helping him watch the fire~
Since you were willing to help watch the fire, did that mean you were also willing to become his cook~
Whoosh~
The cold wind howled past his ears as Fu Yuan raced through the snow. No matter who had encountered Snow Wolves in this frozen wilderness, he had to go help.
If it was an ordinary person, he could consider it a good deed.
But what if it was an Einzbern mage? Wouldn't Fu Yuan and Scáthach be fortunate enough to have found someone to lead the way?
That way, Fu Yuan would no longer need to wander aimlessly through this snowy region in search of Einzbern castle.
Moreover, Fu Yuan believed it was quite likely that person was an Einzbern mage. This was a sparsely inhabited snowfield, after all. Who would come to a place like this for no reason?
In a vast expanse of white snow, dozens of Snow Wolves surrounded a woman. Their wolfish mouths were bared, thick saliva dripping from the corners of their jaws.
The wolves gazed greedily at the woman, as though she were a plump, succulent piece of meat.
The woman surrounded by the Snow Wolves was named Irisviel von Einzbern. She had beautiful silver hair like the Milky Way, fair skin as crystalline and lovely as snow and jade, and crimson eyes like rubies.
Yet... the gaze in her crimson eyes was somewhat vacant. That vacant look gave her the air of an exquisite doll.
Simply put, she seemed like a being without a soul.
Because Irisviel had been besieged by the Snow Wolves, her clothes were already tattered beyond recognition.
And beneath Irisviel's ruined clothes, bright red blood flowed. The scent of blood made the Snow Wolves around her even greedier and more agitated.
To Snow Wolves living in the snowy wilderness, such a large piece of meat was enough to give them a hearty feast.
Under the wolves' watchful gazes, the empty-eyed Irisviel drew silver threads from her slender wrist. She grasped the threads, then parted her pale lips, drained of color from excessive blood loss.
"shapeistLeben [O remnants, I grant you life]."
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Right now, Apple was eagerly hoping those capitalists would be carried out in coffins~
And... sob, it really hurt that Apple's update tomorrow had to be postponed until the 6th.
After all, Apple was currently on the view rankings. If there was no update, it would be easy to get pushed off the list.
A Beautiful Woman, Why Did You So Calmly Accept It All I
As the two lines of hollow magecraft incantation were chanted, the silver threads Irisviel held in her hand began to change.
The slender silver threads began to dance, crisscrossing through the snowy air. The threads intertwined and joined together, forming an incredibly complex outline like a woven vine craftwork.
It was a giant eagle with fierce wings and a beak, as well as sharp hooked talons.
Its name was the Silver Thread Eagle.
The Einzbern family's magecraft specialty was "the flow and transfer of force."
They excelled at material transmutation and creation based on this trait—that was, alchemy.
Thus, the Einzbern family possessed great attainments in the creation of artificial lifeforms.
The silver threads in Irisviel's hand had been granted life through her magecraft, becoming something similar to familiars.
"Go."
As Irisviel's vacant yet pleasant voice rang out, the formed Silver Thread Eagle immediately let out a piercing sound like metal blades colliding and scraping against each other.
Then the Silver Thread Eagle shot forth like a bullet. Its beak, sharp as a razor, pierced straight through a Snow Wolf's head, splattering blood and brain matter across the snow.
As the saying went, "A head of copper, a tail of iron, and a waist of tofu." The Silver Thread Eagle had actually pierced through a Snow Wolf's head, so its power could not be underestimated.
Because Irisviel was an artificial lifeform specially created for the Holy Grail War, she possessed Mage Circuits beyond those of ordinary people, as well as standardized reverse-form Magic Crests engraved as part of her initial design.
The magecraft she wielded was not as fragile as her appearance suggested.
But this was as far as it went. Due to excessive blood loss and the snowfield's harsh conditions, Irisviel no longer had the mana or strength to maintain the Silver Thread Eagle.
Without Irisviel's supply of mana, the majestic Silver Thread Eagle fell to the ground and turned into a tangled mass of silver thread.
Roar!
Irisviel's final counterattack enraged the Snow Wolves. Their tails hanging low, they roared and charged, all leaping toward the delicate, blood-covered woman before them.
Looking at the Snow Wolves' savage fangs and their greedy, murderous eyes, Irisviel felt neither despair nor sorrow. She merely spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.
"Has the trial ended here?"
Though the Einzbern family's artificial lifeforms possessed intelligence, they did not possess emotions. Like exquisite dolls, Irisviel could calmly accept the death about to come.
But!
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