The Final Questions

Faldeus looked at the intelligence in his hand. The course of this Holy Grail War had completely slipped beyond his control.

First, there was Enkidu, a divine Servant summoned into the war. Then there was that absurdly powerful, nameless Saber.

Most of the True faction's Servants should have been allies, yet they had ended up joining other factions.

Orlando Reeve and Sigma were suspected of defecting to Saber's faction.

Hali and her Berserker had actually gotten involved with a suspected divine homunculus.

Doris, Rider Hippolyta's Master, had not been seen since the beginning, yet her Servant kept appearing to cause trouble.

If only I had been allowed to decide the slots for the True faction's Holy Grail War from the start, perhaps there would not have been so much trouble.

All the snipers he had sent out had been put to sleep by magecraft. Judging from the method, Sigma seemed to be responsible.

Ever since he had assassinated the head of the Cottile family, he had no idea where the information leak had come from, but all contact with Bazdilot's side had been cut off as well.

There was even less need to mention that madwoman Francesca. Apparently, she had been scared into not daring to leave the house, claiming that Saber would come speak with her next.

As expected, outsiders could not be trusted. Now he could only rely on himself.

His Assassin would never fail at assassination, but even Assassin would struggle against so many enemies. He had to find a way to eliminate one or two of them and throw the situation into chaos.

Suddenly, he received a warning from his Servant, Hassan-i-Sabbah. "Watch your back. Do not act rashly."

Even within his own base, Faldeus carried a handgun. He drew it, turned, and took aim.

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