Wu Pifu walked nonchalantly ahead.
Holy City, international airport at the European Holy Church headquarters.
Unable to refuse Wu Pifu, the Silent Organization had been forcibly dragged to Holy Church headquarters by him. Whether they had simply given up resisting or had glimpsed the tip of Wu Pifu's terrifying strength, they had ultimately agreed to this trip. Albert led the group, accompanied by his senior sister Aifein—the woman who had interrupted earlier to say Wu Pifu was bragging—and his senior brother Moro, a bespectacled mage with a mild temperament and a measured way of speaking.
"...Say, Old Wu, I really am just a rookie mage. If anything goes wrong, I could get killed, so you have to protect me. If I, your Master, die, you won't be able to take part in the Holy Grail War." Albert clung tightly to Wu Pifu as he spoke while walking.
Wu Pifu silently nodded. Aifein cut in again from the side. "Albert, he has Independent Action EX. Forget not having you as his Master—I even suspect he could act independently without a Lesser Grail. What are you even thinking?"
Albert's face reddened slightly, but he still stayed pressed close to Wu Pifu without leaving his side. He stubbornly argued, "At least he couldn't obtain the Grail without me, right? So I'm still a little useful, aren't I?"
Moro, their senior brother, spoke steadily from beside them. "Be careful. This is the Holy City. We are definitely already under the Holy Church's surveillance. Remember our mission: guide Lord Wu Pifu and explain all information concerning the magecraft side and the mysterious side."
That was their only use. Albert and Aifein knew it perfectly well too. The three of them combined probably could not even defeat a random member of the Holy Church's Burial Squad,