"Master, what is your wish?"
"Salvation of all humanity!"
Ciel answered without hesitation. It was the meaning of her existence as a homunculus. Einzbern's long-cherished wish had been passed down for centuries and had long become something like a curse. Even if she were the only one left, she still had to see it through.
"What a grand goal~" Iori smiled. "One Greater Holy Grail probably won't be enough... but that has nothing to do with me. I only need to win."
"Berserker, from now on, I—"
"I'll be deciding our course of action from now on."
Iori met Ciel's gaze. His black eyes were deep and mysterious, filled with a compelling force.
"Unless you're confident you understand combat better than I do!"
"This... A Holy Grail War isn't something you can win through brute force alone." Worried that Iori was underestimating the Holy Grail War's cruelty, Ciel hurriedly explained, "You also need to know how to gather intelligence, win allies, devise strategies—"
"Are you good at those things?"
"..."
Ciel suddenly fell silent.
Come on, if Einzbern had been good at that sort of thing, how could they possibly have fallen so far?
"Then leave it to me. You just need to supply me with mana, use support magecraft, and make sure you don't get taken out by the other Masters."
Iori spoke earnestly. "Protecting yourself is the greatest help you can give me."
"...I understand."
Though unwilling, Ciel was too weak to argue with a Servant who was this forceful. She would have to find a way to establish her authority later.
—Besides, she truly wasn't good at matters related to "war."
"There's something I need to explain in advance... My Magic Circuits have been damaged. Although I have sufficient Magic Power, it affects transmission efficiency."
Ciel said