Typhoon from the West Coast of America

The battle in the meat-processing plant had entered its fiercest stage. Hali, an existence that anyone could kill, was struggling desperately.

Humbaba was wreaking havoc, while Ishtar was locked in fierce combat with Alcides. As an existence tainted by corruption, she was destined to be eliminated as well.

However, within this Magecraft Workshop, which had been transformed into another-worldly labyrinth, Alcides had the advantage of terrain. Arrows could fly out from every direction.

Although Ishtar was in her complete goddess form, she had no assistance from the Bull of Heaven. She could only ensure that she remained undefeated; winning easily was far from easy.

After confirming that I, the god-slayer, had left, Francesca happily continued watching the battle with François.

Seeing that the battle might actually produce a victor, Francesca grew anxious. This is only the beginning. If they decide the outcome now, how am I supposed to enjoy the show?

In the end, Francesca had François join the battle—not to fight, but to stop it.

Although François, as the True Caster, had very little combat ability, he possessed his own Noble Phantasms: "Prelati's Spellbook: The City of Prester John Does Not Exist, Therefore the World's Madness Is Endless" (Grand Illusion), and Prelati's Spellbook.

The former was an illusion of an extremely high order. Although it had not reached the level of a Reality Marble, it could even deceive the world itself, making it impossible for anyone caught in the illusion to break free, not even a divine spirit.

However, against ordinary people, it could only last for roughly two or three days. Against Servants and even divine spirits, its duration was probably shorter still.

The latter was the book François had given Gilles de Rais, the one that caused him to become corrupted. As long as Gilles had not