Cooperation [Second Update] / Agamemnon and Pa--

PS: "Fevo Laze" sounds like "useless switch pull," which refers to me.

Chapter 405. Cooperation [Second Update]

"Cooperation... with me?"

"That's right."

Seeing Caren's seemingly bewildered expression, the Master named Fevor, as if wanting to seize the initiative in the conversation, subconsciously took a step forward.

"I hope the Church can provide me with information about the other Servant involved in this Holy Grail War!"

Although Fevor, who came from the Mage's Association, had an innate aversion to the Holy Church, he still acknowledged its abilities. Since the nun before him could become the supervisor of this Holy Grail War, she must possess corresponding strength.

"Intelligence? Sure, but... why?"

As Favor Razer's voice faded, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Caren's lips, a smile that seemed to be both puzzled and a silent mockery of the man's suggestion.

Caren's subtle changes in expression did not escape Fevre's notice, but since he needed her help, he could only suppress his resentment.

However, Caren's reaction, in a sense, validated his earlier thoughts.

This girl, who doesn't look particularly strong, must have some hidden trump cards up her sleeve!

"Sister Caren, as the overseer, surely you were aware of the battle that took place in the suburbs earlier, weren't you?"

However, to Fevo's disappointment, his tantalizing remarks failed to capture her attention; the girl's perpetually mask-like indifference made it impossible for Fevo to discern her thoughts.

Having already anticipated this, Fevre could only continue speaking to himself.

"While that level of combat far surpasses the standard of a normal Holy Grail War, I believe it won't be a challenge for the Holy Church behind you. However, compared to this... a more serious situation is—"

If we let them continue like this, then the so-called "mystery" will be revealed sooner or later..."

"..."

Fevre's words made Caren purse her lips slightly; on this point, he wasn't wrong.

The Holy Grail War requires oversight from the Holy Church for two reasons: firstly, to monitor whether the Magecraft participating in the Holy Grail War engage in any outrageous or outrageous behavior; and secondly, to prevent the "mystery" from being revealed to the general public.

A battle with that kind of commotion would be impossible to keep quiet about; it would be foolish to believe it.

Noticing the subtle change in Caren's expression, Favor pressed his advantage, quickly adopting a serious expression as he continued:

"Although we have different positions, we've encountered something no one wants to see... Out of Magecraft's duty and responsibility, I hope I can do my part..."

Oh--

Just take those kinds of words with a grain of salt.

Without a trace of emotion in her heart Caren, after expressionlessly observing the man's exaggerated acting, slowly spoke:

"Is this what you mean by cooperation?"

"That's right!"

Seemingly sensing a softening in Caren's voice, Fevre's tone became somewhat excited, but he quickly stopped, though a hint of elation could still be heard in his voice.

"I hope the Holy Church can provide me with information on the other Servant in this Holy Grail War, so that I can develop a plan to eliminate these rule-breakers by targeting their weaknesses."

"But what good would that do me?"

Caren's voice remained flat, as if the previous softening of her tone was merely an illusion.

Of course, Fervor didn't expect to gain the supervisor's help with just a few words that weren't even passionate. Everyone here is an adult; more practical benefits are more likely to win people's hearts.

"Money or power, it's all yours after I win this Holy Grail War!"

However, this empty promise was met with Caren's indifferent gaze, as if she were looking at someone mentally challenged.

"... This is the last time. If you're going to joke around again, please leave."

The calm voice rang out again, turning any lingering hope in Favor's heart into an awkward, self-deprecating laugh.

After an awkward silence, and after much internal struggle, Favor finally gritted his teeth and stated his absolute limit—

"If I am ultimately able to win this Holy Grail War, then I am willing to share the Holy Grail with you!"

"Oh?"

Fevre's promise of such a "massive sacrifice" successfully caught Caren's attention. For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in her eyes as she stared at Fevre, accompanied by a slight smile at the corner of her lips.

"In that case, it's not like we can't discuss it..."

"Ishtar and Enkidu?!"

After hearing the information Caren provided, Favor frowned deeply.

How could two such extraordinary Servant appear in a Holy Grail War? However, if it is those two, it can explain why such an absurd battle occurred before.

After all, anyone familiar with Mesopotamia mythology would know about the feud between the two.

But... how do we formulate a plan targeting these two Servant?

Just thinking about it made Favor feel a dull ache in his back molars.

However, the fact that the Holy Church was able to obtain information on these Servant so quickly suggests that they were well-prepared.

Thinking of this, a hint of apprehension rose in Fevre's gaze as he looked at Caren again.

"Then we'll take our leave. Please let us know if you have any further information about other people."

Now that the intelligence was in hand, there was no need to stay any longer. After saying his goodbyes, Fevre turned to leave.

--But was interrupted by a voice coming from behind.

"Please wait a moment."

"Is there anything else?"

Fevre stopped and turned around warily, instinctively tightening his grip on the scroll in his right hand.

That was a [Geis] that the two had signed beforehand, which roughly stipulated their cooperation and a clause that they would not harm each other.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to know some of my ally's trump cards. For example, the name of the Servant behind you... After all, as an ally, I also want to know where your confidence in winning comes from. If you were to die halfway through, it would be a headache for me."

After hearing Caren's words, Fevre turned his gaze to his Servant.

Since entering the church, Agamemnon had not uttered a single word. Now, seeing his Master's gaze fall upon him, he nodded slightly, for reasons unknown.

After receiving a signal from his own Servant, Fevor no longer had any concerns.

"... Agamemnon."

"..."

"If there's nothing else, then we'll take our leave."

Seeing that Caren seemed to be deep in thought, Fevre left the church without lingering any longer.

Bang--!

The church fell silent once more, the dull thud of the doors closing echoing through the air, now devoid of any strangers.

"So that's how it is... Is this the long-cherished wish you placed in the Holy Grail War, Assassin?"

After a brief silence, Caren suddenly spoke, but the chapel was empty, and all that answered her was an awkward silence.

However, Caren didn't seem to care about any of that, and continued:

"Go do what you want to do, but remember to come back for dinner tonight."

"... Thank you, my lord."

A faint sound reached Caren's ears. Sensing her Servant's fading presence, a mischievous smile played on Caren's lips.

"This is getting more and more interesting."

My company organized a hiking trip on Saturday, and I'll be writing when I get back tonight.

(Above)

Chapter 406. Agamemnon and Pasha--

"Call--"

After a silent journey, Master Fevre and his Servant Agamemnon emerged from the church. Fevre then looked back.

After discovering that the building on the mountaintop was completely hidden in the mountains, Favor subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Fevor proudly raised the [Geis] in his right hand to his Servant, which was the greatest gain from this visit.

However, to his disappointment, his Servant did not seem to take his efforts seriously.

"I don't think this is a good collaboration."

Agamemnon's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over him, instantly extinguishing Favor's somewhat smug mood.

"Then why didn't you say so sooner?"

Favor's face showed obvious dissatisfaction, even though he hadn't uttered a single word since entering the church.

"There's an aura I hate in there. If I were to speak rashly, I don't know what might happen."

The Servant's concise answer left Fevre speechless.

Agamemnon was right.

Fevre could clearly feel that the oppressive feeling in his heart vanished instantly after he left the church's premises.

Although we don't know exactly what could have made Servant feel threatened, since it has now disappeared, it must have been something like a protective barrier.

Seeing their Master fall silent, the Servant, realizing their slip of the tongue, seemed to want to salvage the relationship between them.

"Although I'm not optimistic about this so-called cooperation, it is, after all, a way to gather intelligence."

Seeing that Favor's complexion had visibly improved, Agamemnon shrugged and said nothing more. After all, having been a king before, he possessed the necessary emotional intelligence.

"However, Master..."

The Servant's voice drew Fevre's attention.

"If we do obtain the Holy Grail, are you really prepared to share Holy Grail with that nun, as stated in the testimony?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Fevre scoffed at Agamemnon's question. With a flick of his right hand, the newly signed contract appeared before him.

"This contract clearly states that Fevre Raze, the third-generation heir of the Raze Family, is permanently prohibited from any intention or action to kill or harm Caren Ordesia."

Besides, if she encountered any other misfortune at that time... such as an attack by Servant, then it would have nothing to do with me."

Fevre practically told Agamemnon to just kill Caren.

Seeing Favor's smug expression, Agamemnon, unusually, said something kind.

"Truly worthy of being Master."

"Of course!"

Upon hearing the Servant's praise, Fevre's lips curved into a slight smile. Unbeknownst to him, Agamemnon also breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, that's all the magnanimity this guy has.

If he truly possesses the magnanimity to share the Holy Grail with others, then I need to carefully consider my attitude towards him in the future.

But now...

Glancing at the two Command Spell that Fevre had left in his hand, Agamemnon began to devise a plan to get Fevre to use them as soon as possible.

After all, how could he, as the King of Mycenae and the King of Kings of Greece, willingly submit to someone else?

However, before that, we still need to consider --

How exactly can I win this Holy Grail War?

With Enkidu and Ishtar involved, the difficulty of this Holy Grail War is probably no less than that of the Troy War.

Fortunately, their long-standing feud at least ensures that until a victor emerges, he doesn't need to worry about them turning their attacks on others.