A Person Arrives in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

The Sea Monster's body was split in two along its centerline. The two halves fell heavily, like an ancient tree struck by lightning.

"Was the Sea Monster eliminated?" Lancer, gripping his twin red and yellow pistols, breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the massive fallen body of the Sea Monster.

"A rare warrior indeed. If you were to join my ranks, even if I failed to win the Holy Grail War this time, this journey would not have been in vain," Rider's focus was clearly different from Lancer's. He said this sincerely while driving his chariot.

Of course not. Li Zihan rolled his eyes. How could a creature with the vitality of a tardigrade like the Sea Monster be defeated so easily!

Even if it was defeated, they'd have to summon another one! Otherwise, what reason would Lancer have to break the Rose of Annihilation.

Countless tentacles grew from the damaged areas. They converged, intertwined, and fused. The writhing mass of flesh rapidly expanded, and the damaged parts were quickly repaired. The distorted beast once again crawled up from the ground.

The Sea Monster's body structure was as simple as that of a protozoan. It had no bones or organs, and therefore no weaknesses. Damaging any part of it had no effect on its movement, relying on its powerful regenerative abilities to quickly restore damaged sections.

However, the Marshal was completely finished. Alcaeus had avoided the Grimoire, which served as the core, but he hadn't avoided the Marshal.

He, along with the Sea Monster, became a victim of the feud between Gleaming and Uncle B. The difference was that the Sea Monster possessed peerless recovery abilities, while he was just a lump of zombie flesh.

So, he died again.

"Even attacks like that can't deal with this monster?" Waver looked at the massive, dark green behemoth with a worried expression.

Even the naturally arrogant Kaineth didn't refute Waver's disheartened words. This Sea Monster was practically immortal. If it couldn't be annihilated in one go, no matter how powerful the attack, it would be useless.

It would require a Noble Phantasm of anti-city level. Thinking this, Kaineth's heart grew anxious. Where could he find an anti-city Noble Phantasm at this moment?

It seemed everyone present was getting agitated. Now it's up to you, Kiritsugu Emiya. Li Zihan shrugged, indicating he had done all he could.

Chapter Nineteen: Opening (Revised)

The view returned to the Einzbern Castle.

The boy, formed from butterfly familiars, became increasingly blurry with the passage of time, even giving off a strange, translucent feeling.

"What's wrong?" Irisviel looked at Li Zihan with concern. "Has something happened to your main body?"

This young lady was probably the only person in the entire castle who held a friendly attitude towards Li Zihan. Her lack of experience clearly made her confuse the concepts of ally and one of her own.

This friendliness was largely because Li Zihan claimed to be Kiritsugu Emiya's junior disciple, a case of liking someone because of their association with another.

Li Zihan felt that the identity he'd fabricated in three seconds before heading to the Matou Family to sleep still had some use.

He needed to make a note of this before going to sleep at the Matou Family's place. Perhaps he could use this trick to get by elsewhere in the future.

"It's nothing, my main body is just having a bit of trouble with multi-threaded communication," the familiar clone scratched his head. "You know, it's quite troublesome to converse with people in different places and situations using familiars."

Irisviel deeply agreed. Manipulating familiars and communicating with multiple people was more than just troublesome. The concept of multitasking mentioned in wuxia novels was achieved through muscle memory developed from repeated practice and high-speed switching of processing thoughts.

Otherwise, try asking those peerless heroes to solve calculus problems while writing an essay for the college entrance exam! They'd probably spit out three liters of blood in an instant.

"Alright, I'm leaving now," the boy clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Even Berserker's Noble Phantasm couldn't eliminate the Sea Monster, which has made Kirei Kotomine uneasy. You can go contact him now."

Kirei Kotomine is a proud man. He would never allow a major mistake like a breach of mystery to occur while he was present. Just tell Saber that you have an A++ ranked anti-city Noble Phantasm that requires both hands to wield, and he'll agree to have Lancer's Rose of Annihilation broken." Half of the boy's body had turned into nothingness, and the other half was also as illusory as smoke. "After all, for him, dealing with the breach of mystery is more important than being embarrassed at a rural ceremony."

"Of course, if you're worried that Saber's Noble Phantasm might also cause a saturation strike on the surrounding environment, you can contact Waver. He's Rider's Master and a good-natured person. Rider possesses a Reality Marble. After the Reality Marble disappears, Rider can make the things inside it fall to a designated location." The boy placed a piece of paper on the table in the hall and spoke freely. "This is Waver's phone number. You can contact him through this."

First Saber's faction, then Lancer's faction, and now Rider's faction. Every move Li Zihan made demonstrated his familiarity with the information of the participating parties.

With every piece of information this nominal ally revealed, Kiritsugu Emiya's heart grew heavier. Restless thoughts clung to his heart like weeds, tightening their grip and making it difficult for him to breathe.