It turned out that when someone was speechless to the extreme, they really did laugh out loud.
Ruler class. Master: Sparkle (currently out of contact). Servant: Aha.
More importantly, as a Ruler, Aha possessed enough Command Seals to use two on every Servant.
"Aha as the Ruler? Would They really not rig the match? Why is this Holy Grail War full of holes everywhere? And when did Aha die? How come I didn't know?" Xu Zhao could no longer laugh.
"Maybe this is just another part of the Holy Grail War that has to be savored. Anyway, Chen Li said this would be popular." Gretel tilted her head and answered earnestly.
"It certainly got popular." Xu Zhao nodded woodenly.
By the time Xu Zhao saw the Pretender class's Master, Dahlia—the incineration worker whose memories had been burned away by her own Servant—and her Servant, Cyrene, the newly ascended Aeon of Remembrance, she was already able to keep a straight face.
Xu Zhao had never imagined that her capacity for acceptance would one day become this strong.
Human potential really was forced out under pressure.
And naturally, the final pair of participants was Xu Zhao herself and her Little Golden Honkai-Moe King.
After reading the information on those three groups, Xu Zhao turned her attention to the final category—the Counterfeit Holy Grail War.
But when Xu Zhao tried to open the information, a line of text appeared on the page instead: "Information still being compiled."
"So Chen Li collected all this information himself, one by one? I thought it was the effect of some Curio. This intelligence-gathering method is way too primitive." Xu Zhao complained helplessly.
After gathering all the information, Xu Zhao sat in the chair Chen Li had been using, clasped her head in both hands, and rubbed at