Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

A few minutes later, Waver suddenly couldn't feel Rider's presence anymore. He abruptly poked his head out of the covers, only to find that Rider, who should have been sleeping in bed, was actually gone. The man who detested spiritualization would naturally not dematerialize without reason. Besides, even if he did, as Waver's Servant, it was impossible for Waver not to sense his presence at all. Now, there was only one possibility: Rider was not in the room.

"Tap, tap." Footsteps came from the stairs in the hallway. Accustomed to such heavy footsteps, Waver knew it was Rider coming upstairs, and he felt a little relieved. But Waver's face immediately turned pale as he quickly realized the meaning behind those heavy footsteps.

"Yo, you're up, kid." Rider's massive body appeared at the doorway as he spoke. Rider, as if showing off, held a mail package and pulled out an XL-sized, cheap-looking short-sleeved T-shirt from it.

"Not bad, not bad! It looks even better than in the photos! And the price was quite reasonable." Rider quickly tried on the newly bought clothes, striking various poses with self-satisfaction.

"Wahaha! This is exactly what I wanted, the world on my chest. Hmm! I'm in a great mood!" Rider, unrestrained, flailed his arms like a rutting gorilla.

Looking at Rider, whose chest bore a world map with a prominent logo that read "Admiral's Grand Strategy IV," Waver began to wonder what would happen if he just kept his head buried under the covers and slept. If he did that, he could surely remove this T-shirt-wearing, excited Rider from his sight and escape into gentle slumber. This was the best solution Waver could think of at the moment. When he woke up again, the world would surely be a better place, right?

As if. He had to figure out a way to deal with the other Masters, including but not limited to the highly esteemed teachers at the Clock Tower, the local magnates of Fuyuki City, the long-established Einzbern Family, and that classmate who had yet to make an appearance!!!

Not to mention, his classmate who had gone into hiding was a bomb that could explode at any moment. Although they hadn't spent much time together, Waver had a deep impression of the guy who called him "Best Friend." That guy was a top-tier Mage who inherited a Noble Phantasm. In terms of combat power, he could easily overwhelm Waver thirty pages over with just one hand! Furthermore, that guy had a sharp mind, thought calmly, and had none of the usual Mage's pride. Waver could imagine that guy hiding somewhere unknown, plotting plans against all combinations.

As someone who knew his place, Waver was well aware of his standing among the Masters – he was practically a floor tile in terms of combat power. While Rider was strong, he didn't possess overwhelming combat power. On the contrary, in terms of sheer strength, the enemy Archer was practically unmatched.

Unfortunately, Waver's thoughts had to be interrupted by Rider's next action. Rider swaggered towards the door, and Waver hurriedly stopped him, "Where are you going?"

Going out in November's cold wind wearing only a T-shirt was already quite unusual. However, the bigger problem was that Rider's burly physique was clad in nothing but a T-shirt. He wasn't even wearing pants!!!

"Do I need to say? I'm going out." Rider said matter-of-factly.

"Put on pants at least before you go out!" Waver shouted with all his might.

"Do I have to wear them?" Rider scratched his head, looking bewildered. His era had no such thing as pants, so he naturally didn't understand the importance of pants in this era.

"That's common sense!!!" Waver felt he had to give Rider some modern knowledge.

Just then, dong! A very loud explosion reached Waver's ears. No, to be precise, it wasn't a sound, but a stimulation to his hearing that directly impacted Waver's sensitive nerves as a Mage – in other words, a magical pulse.

The direction was the Church. Looking out the open window, he could see a layer of mist drifting across the clear sky. Although it looked similar to the smoke produced after a fireworks explosion, the flickering light indicated it was definitely not from ordinary fireworks.

However, the next moment, thick, dark mist swallowed the flickering light, like a wolf pack hunting down a stray deer – precise, swift, and efficient. Without a doubt, someone had interrupted the Church's message. Centered on the Fuyuki Church, the dark mist began to spread wildly, quickly engulfing that entire area. The flow of Magic Power in the air had changed drastically; this was a man-made event. Someone was performing some kind of large-scale magic, and this dense fog, which altered the weather of an entire region, was merely a side effect!

Waver instantly realized the abnormality of the situation. After a moment of thought, a terrifying fact presented itself to Waver – someone had attacked the Church! The Fuyuki Church wasn't gathering Masters; it was sending out a distress signal!!!

"Rider, we'll talk about the pants later. I need to prepare some other things now." Waver's expression was serious. "Caster attacked the Church."

Without a doubt, very few humans could unleash such a Grand Magecraft, capable of altering the weather with just its residual effects in such a short time. Such monsters wouldn't bother with this rural ritual, and no Master present had reached that level. Therefore, the answer was obvious: the one who attacked the Church was Caster.

"I understand." Rider's shirt transformed back into leather armor. He understood the gravity of the situation; someone had openly violated the rules of the Holy Grail War and attacked the judges.

Although he didn't know why Caster would attack the Church, it was undeniable that Caster would gain significant benefits from this battle, otherwise, he wouldn't have risked such great danger to attack the Church. And Caster becoming stronger was not good for any other Master and Servant.

"Rider, let's go." Waver gritted his teeth and said to his Servant, "Use your Noble Phantasm."

Rider's Noble Phantasm, Chariot of the Gods, was definitely not a comfortable mode of transport. It was a chariot pulled by two bulls that could gallop across the sky. The dizziness brought on by riding in a car was merely a level-one earthquake compared to that chariot. If possible, Waver absolutely did not want to see that chariot again, but he was in a hurry now, and there was no other way.

"Understood, kid." The chariot's wheels rumbled, lightning crackled beneath the bulls' hooves, and the chariot floated in the sky. Rider grabbed his Master and leaped up, quickly taking his seat. Once his master was in position, the divine bulls' hooves stomped on the empty sky, purple lightning danced in the air, and the divine bulls pulled the chariot towards the Church.

"Wait, Rider, slow down—." The screams of a certain Master were drowned out by the roars of the divine bulls and the sound of thunder.

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ps: Anyone else here?

Typos corrected.