So that was what had happened...
In the grand hall, Samael looked at the Gothic Castle that had eroded and enveloped the entire town. Slapping his forehead, he finally figured out the origins of this rogue Heroic Spirit.
After the fallen Vlad the Impaler had been stripped of his vampiric side, the lingering negative factors on this land had combined with the immense magical power newly born from the Holy Grail, creating a new representative of vampires by sheer coincidence—Dragon Daughter Elizabeth.
Worthy of being a symbol of good fortune. While others fought tooth and nail over the Holy Grail, she could simply pick one up off the roadside.
But then again, Dragon Daughter's luck and misfortune always seemed intertwined. Finding the Holy Grail was lucky, but of all places, she had come to Trifas. Wasn't that practically delivering it right to their door?
Since she was already here...
Samael propped up his chin with one hand and lazily leaned back in his chair. Looking at the gloomy Gothic Castle ahead, the corners of his lips curled into a pleased smile.
"Notify them. The Holy Grail is on that idiot. The game can begin. Bring it back to me."
Then, as though the ancient serpent had remembered something, he paused before gritting his teeth and adding,
"Oh, right. Bring the person too!"
"By your command, Your Majesty."
Semiramis nodded with a smile, then issued new orders to the advance force within that Gothic Castle.
At the same time, inside Thousand Tree Castle.
Joan of Arc also realized that, thanks to Dragon Daughter's sudden intrusion, the spark that would ignite the war had been lit ahead of schedule. She immediately rose to her feet and decisively issued a new response strategy.
"Hold back the enemy Heroic Spirits along the way. We