Arriving in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

Li Zihan really disliked those two lunatics, both rationally and emotionally. While most Mages were a bit off in the head, these two were on another level, even among Mages. At the very least, Mages wouldn't kill people for pursuing art and blaspheming against the divine.

From a rational standpoint, the Master of Group C, Ryunosuke Uryu, was a perverted serial killer, and his Servant, Gilles de Rais, was a lunatic who could summon Sea Monsters infinitely. If they were left unchecked, who knew what kind of messes they'd get into, only adding variables to this Holy Grail War and complicating the battle.

Emotionally, Li Zihan couldn't accept the actions of these two lunatics either. They used human bones and flesh as materials to create musical instruments, play symphonies, give children hope, and then personally destroy it, experiencing dynamic despair.

It had a very dark artistic feel. Li Zihan admitted they were rare artists in this world; if there were devils, devils would surely appreciate them.

To allow them to better showcase their talents, Li Zihan felt it necessary to send them to hell for advanced studies.

Artists like them were better off staying in hell to exchange ideas with devils. The human world wasn't suitable for them.

Azure butterflies danced in the sewer, emitting a dim light. The slender youth pinched his nose and directed his Familiars to install pinhole cameras at various turns in the sewer. He then applied a light treatment to the lenses to prevent them from emitting red light and being detected.

One must always be prepared. Although Gilles de Rais was a Magecraft nobody, his Noble Phantasm was undeniably high-class. Using Familiars as scouts still carried a risk of detection. Li Zihan thought this way: if the Familiars were killed, it would be the cameras' turn to act as scouts, continuing to track Group C's master and servant.

Or rather, these Familiars were originally cannon fodder. Their purpose was to lull the enemy, cover for the cameras that were actually doing the scouting, and announce to their new masters with their deaths that an enemy had appeared.

Watching the insect-like Familiars hide cameras around every corner, the youth took out his phone and called the nominal head of the Matou Family, asking him to constantly monitor the cameras. Free labor was meant to be used, and if Li Zihan had to monitor hundreds of cameras himself, this Holy Grail War wouldn't even need to be fought. Just watching the surveillance feeds would take up all the time.

He snapped his fingers with his left hand, and illusory butterflies flew from various parts of the passage to their master's side, obeying his command and merging into the figures blending into the sewer's shadows beneath their feet.

Imaginary Numbers Magecraft—Dimension Pocket. For those with the "void" attribute, it wasn't a difficult-to-learn but very practical Magecraft. The damn System had crashed right after booting up, so there were naturally no benefits like a System Space. To conveniently use Mystic Codes and command Familiars, Li Zihan had put a lot of effort into Imaginary Numbers Magecraft. Unfortunately, the Clock Tower strictly managed the dissemination of advanced Magecraft, and teaching Magecraft like Dimension Pocket was already the limit.

Examining the extremely crude trap before him, Li Zihan stroked his chin. It was obvious this thing could only be used to deal with Group C and had no possibility of being reused.

Fortunately, he hadn't expected these things to solve problems with other groups. As long as they could handle Group C, it was enough.

Next, he had to deal with other uncertain factors, the youth thought as he walked towards the sewer exit.

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Chapter 4: Lancer and the Lord of Mineralogy

At the Clock Tower, Kirei Kotomine was a well-known name. He was the ninth head of the prestigious El-Melloi Archibald family, the Lord of the Mineralogy Department, and a first-level lecturer for the Spirit Evocation Department. Endowed with exceptional talent and born into a prominent family, he not only inherited the Magic Crest passed down through generations but also possessed commensurate, rarely seen talent in the world. Without a doubt, he was a prodigy in the path of Magecraft.

With such superior conditions and outstanding talent, anyone could imagine his future path—an extremely bright and smooth road ahead.

However, the mood of the exceptionally talented Kirei had been particularly bad these past few days. The events of the last few days had made this genius of the magical arts wish he could take a few doses of fast-acting heart medication.

Three months ago, news about someone arrived at the Clock Tower from the Far East. That traitor who had abandoned his teacher's teachings was appearing in Fuso. Kirei ordered the intelligence department to investigate the credibility of this matter and received a reliable answer: "Your former disciple is active in the island nation and intends to participate in a local Magecraft ritual."

As a teacher, Kirei felt it was his obligation and responsibility to guide his misguided disciple back to the righteous path of Magecraft, ordering him to repent or to be killed.

The subsequent steps were simple: acquire a Holy Relic, prepare a Mana Reactor, research the Holy Grail system, and... purchase a bulletproof vest and reinforce it.

To deal with that disciple who didn't play by the rules, Kirei had undoubtedly made thorough preparations.

Then, members of the Department of Law and Politics informed the Lord of Mineralogy, who was about to set out, that his meticulously prepared Holy Relic had been stolen.

Your Holy Relic has been stolen.

Stolen.

This was a classic plot from a martial arts novel. The highly respected sect leader discovered the whereabouts of a disciple who had betrayed the sect and decided to purge him. According to the normal plot development, the next step should be an intense battle between the sect leader and the runaway disciple, with neither gaining the upper hand within three hundred rounds. Then, the sect leader would gradually gain control of the situation with his profound cultivation, seize the best opportunity, and decisively defeat the runaway disciple, killing him with a single blow. Or, perhaps the sect leader, considering his youth and ignorance, would capture him, imprison him in the black prison behind the mountain, and sentence him to reflect on his actions.