Scáthach

"I'm sorry, an emergency has occurred just as you arrived. A large-scale battle has broken out in the wilderness ahead. The details are still unclear, but please hurry, this is no ordinary battle!"

Upon hearing this, Mash Kyrielight immediately prepared for battle. "Understood, let's go, Master!"

Mephistopheles shrugged and said, "Let's go take a look, but don't rush into action. Let's see what's going on."

So the group immediately headed in the direction Romani had indicated, and indeed, they could hear a commotion coming from that direction.

Then, everyone witnessed an astonishing, or rather, magical, scene.

Soldiers wielding rifles and mechanized soldiers in mechanical armor are on one side, while ancient soldiers wielding spears and other cold weapons are on the other. The two sides are engaged in a fierce battle.

If you didn't know this was in America in 1783, you'd think you'd stumbled into some bizarre fantasy world, with a magic-based force and a warrior-based force battling it out.

Just then, the soldiers in mechanical armor suddenly looked towards where Mephistopheles and the others were and immediately went into battle mode.

"Enemy reinforcements detected! Begin annihilation!" With this shout, a horde of enemies charged forward.

Mephistopheles simply stepped aside, leaving the fighting to Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others.

As expected, Mash Kyrielight, Ritsuka Fujimaru, and the others were too strong in combat, easily dismantling the mechanical soldier that charged at them, which made the ordinary militiamen widen their eyes in astonishment.

"How... how is this possible!? They actually destroyed the Hard Work MK-2 enhanced exoskeleton you sent?! And they all look like petite young girls, could this be the Servant type mentioned in the report?"

"No, retreat from the front! Retreat before reinforcements arrive! Hurry!"

Watching the soldiers retreat swiftly, Mephistopheles stroked his chin, a playful expression on his face. "Looks like they already have tactics to deal with Servants, and this technology is ahead of its time. It seems the United States side has the help of research-oriented Servants..."

At this moment, Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others, who had just finished a battle, had not yet had a proper rest when the soldiers of the Classical Faction rushed up and engaged them in a fierce battle. However, it was clear that these men were no match for the girls and were quickly routed, losing their armor and weapons and retreating hastily.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the sky. The group looked up and saw a grenade falling down!

Without Mash Kyrielight word, Mashu immediately deployed her shield, protecting Ritsuka Fujimaru behind her. Ritsuka Fujimaru, with the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi in hand, reacted extremely quickly, slashing out with her sword. A sword aura flew out, passing over the grenade still high in the air, and cutting the grenade in two!

This attack directly destroyed the firing mechanism at the front of the grenade, causing it to fall to the ground and fail to achieve its intended effect.

The group quickly retreated, finding a secluded spot to watch the battle continue. However, as the mechanical forces withdrew, the other side quickly pressed forward. Seeing this, Mephistopheles stroked his chin and said, "Should we follow them and take a look?"

Mash Kyrielight asked, somewhat puzzled, "Should we follow them?"

"Yes, this unit should be the US military. We can make contact with them and see what's going on. After all, they're retreating now and are at a disadvantage. They'd be very happy if they could get a few Servants to help them. We can take this opportunity to gather intelligence. Once I confirm where the Holy Grail is, I'll just rush over and solve the problem."

After thinking about it, the group realized that Mephistopheles's words made a lot of sense, so they quietly followed him.

Chapter 183 Scáthach

After retreating to the temporary US military base, Mephistopheles and the others carefully hid themselves to avoid being discovered.

"Didn't you say it was direct contact? Why don't you go and meet them?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked, somewhat puzzled.

Mephistopheles smiled and said, "Let's observe secretly first and see if we can gather any information, then find an opportunity to make contact."

As he spoke, he continued to observe the situation inside the military camp.

At this moment, many wounded soldiers were being sent to a tent. Mephistopheles looked at the tent and heard screams coming from inside from time to time. Clearly, some treatment was being carried out inside, but the methods of treatment were rather brutal.

"It's a bit messy, a bit simple, but not dirty. The bandages that have been changed are all disposed of in a standardized way to prevent infection... It seems the doctors here are indeed skilled," Mephistopheles observed and commented.

Just then, a woman came out. Looking at her, Mephistopheles stroked his chin. "Britain?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight both looked at Mephistopheles: "How did you know so quickly that the other person was from Britain?"

At this moment, Black Jeanne chuckled and said, "Is it because of the accent?"

"That's right, it's because of her accent, a very distinct British accent, very authentic," Mephistopheles said, stroking his chin. "She's a Servant."

"A Servant?!"

"Hmm, a Servant, a battlefield medic, Britain, and clearly quite knowledgeable about hygiene..." Mephistopheles pondered for a moment, then stood up. "I'll go make contact."

Ritsuka Fujimaru's eyes lit up. "So you know who she is?"

"Yes, I have a guess; now I just need to confirm it." Mephistopheles nodded and walked forward.

At that moment, Romani laughed on the other end of the line: "I know who she is now!"

Olga Marie stared at the scene, her eyes wide and her teeth clenched in fury.

"This guy's off flirting with new girls again!"

So what if the other person is a Servant? How many Servants doesn't this guy know, and is very close to?!

Then, Olga Marie realized what was happening, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress her anger.

"Why should I care what he does? Let him seduce whoever he wants!"

A woman in military uniform is washing her hands; her expression is serious, showing no sign of relief.

Just then, she suddenly heard a stranger's voice beside her.

Hello, ma'am.

The woman turned to look at him and saw that he was a man in a trench coat. Just looking at him gave her a sense of familiarity, as if she had met someone from her hometown.

"Who are you? You're not from here. This is a military camp. You'll be arrested if you come in like this," the woman said.

The man simply smiled, "You can shout and scream, after all, it's for your reputation. But I hope we can talk things out. After all, you're a Servant too, doing this for the world, aren't you?"

The woman finally took a good look at the man in front of her. He was young and handsome, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a rich young master. In fact, this rich family was very likely not a merchant family, but a noble family.

She tilted her head slightly and said, "What do you want from me? Are you trying to say you're here to save the world?"

"That's right, it's indeed for saving the world. Actually, I only have one question: who has the Holy Grail right now?"

The woman shook her head. "It's no secret. If you want to know, just ask anyone and you'll find the answer."

Mephistopheles asked, "Is it in British hands?"

"Well, or rather, it might be different from the British army you know. This time, the king is the Mad King Cú Chulainn, a monster. If you want to deal with him, you'll need to find help. Whether it's our side or the other side, if you're alone, you'll only fail."

Mephistopheles smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll give it a try. The worst that can happen is that I die."

"If you get injured, you can come to me. I'm pretty good at healing people," the woman said.

Upon hearing this, Mephistopheles gave a slight bow, placing his hand on his chest, and said, "Thank you, Miss Florence Nightingale."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, from the first moment I saw you, I had a guess, and after talking with you for a while, that guess became even more certain. However, if possible, I would like to know more about the current US military. Of course, it won't involve military secrets; I just want to know what ideology the US is currently operating under?"

"Ideas?"

"Yes, is it a fight for the freedom of the world, or is someone planning a dictatorship?"

Florence Nightingale, a Britain nurse, should still be alive in this world Florence Nightingale, and would be a woman in her fifties.

This woman, who participated in the war, founded modern nursing, and established a nurse education system, now showed a hint of sorrow.

"Currently, Thomas Edison commands the U. S. military. He intends to rely on the power of the Holy Grail to reshape this era, sustain it, and save it from being burned, thereby creating what he considers an ideal world."

How ideal is it?

"A world ruled by him, and he is the king of this world..."

This is no secret and there's no need to hide it. Mephistopheles frowned slightly upon hearing this. "I'm sorry, Miss Florence Nightingale, I will go to save the world, but the Americans at this moment are not my allies. I despise the person who is now their leader."

"I can tell you don't like him."

"To be more precise, I dislike his idea. It's ridiculous that a free nation, which should be born, would have a dictatorial king. If he succeeds, the Declaration of the Rights of Man and the Declaration of Independence will cease to exist, which is intolerable."

Hearing this, Florence Nightingale seemed somewhat helpless. She hesitated for a moment and said, "You can leave now. Don't disturb anyone else; after all, you didn't disturb anyone when you came in."

"Thank you for today. See you in the future. But before that, may we take a picture?"

"Photograph?"

"Chaldea, an organization that still Human Order, generally summons Servants through actions similar to random numbers. Therefore, we now take photos of the Servants we encounter in Singularity as a medium for summoning them, which are called Relics."

"You possess amazing medical skills. If possible, I hope to summon you to be one of us in the future."

Florence Nightingale pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and nodded gently.

After obtaining the other party's consent, Mephistopheles immediately snapped a dozen photos of Florence Nightingale before leaving the military camp and returning to Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others who were hiding outside.

"I'm back."

Ritsuka Fujimaru quickly asked, "How did it go? What did they say?"

"Yes, tell me, what did you all say?" Olga Marie chimed in at this moment.

Mephistopheles immediately recounted the conversation, then looked at the group. "So, this is the situation: Cú Chulainn leads the British army, which Florence Nightingale called monsters. Obviously, the British army is our target. The American side also has a madman—how did Thomas Edison become a madman...?"

Mephistopheles rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath as he finished speaking.

Calm down, this is the Type-Moon World, it's perfectly normal to have a screw loose here...

"So, the only partner we need to cooperate with now is that remaining faction?"

"Yeah, the remaining faction doesn't belong to any side, it looks like the Free Army..." Mephistopheles muttered, "It feels like something out of Star Wars."

Two major powers are fighting, both of which are imperial armies. Then, various independent factions dissatisfied with both sides unite to resist them.

Olga Marie then asked, "Are you planning to go directly to the British army yourself?"

"Yes, I plan to go directly to the British army and resolve this problem of our time as quickly as possible."

Mephistopheles said, then looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others. "Go assist the third-party forces, and don't forget to take photos. If necessary, you can call me for help. Of course, that's on the premise that I haven't solved the problem yet. If it's really that difficult, then you'll need to team up with other Servants to help you fight."

"Okay, I understand, don't worry!" Ritsuka Fujimaru and stood up. Mephistopheles then said to Black Jeanne, "You come too. The two of you together can unleash even more power."

Black Jeanne said with a hint of helplessness, "I'm probably the only Servant who doesn't follow her own Master and always follows others, am I?"

"No, that's not true. In fact, during the Holy Grail War, someone used a similar method, sending their Servant to follow someone else while they went to do other things," Mephistopheles laughed. "You're strong enough to help Mash Kyrielight and the others, so they won't encounter any accidents."

"Okay, I understand, don't worry." Black Jeanne nodded, and the group didn't waste any more words, immediately splitting up to begin their operation.

Just as Mephistopheles left and headed towards the British army's location, he suddenly frowned slightly, stopped, and looked ahead.

A woman appeared there, a purple-haired woman dressed rather sexily.

Looking at the woman, Mephistopheles smiled, "Scáthach, why are you stopping me?"

Scáthach looked slightly surprised. "You know me?"

"Hmm, Queen of the Land of Shadows, Cú Chulainn's teacher, are you here to stop me from killing Cú Chulainn?"

Scáthach is an extremely popular character in the Type-Moon World. Even though Mephistopheles doesn't play the game much or follow the storyline, he can still recognize this character who has become quite popular.

Upon hearing Mephistopheles's words, Scáthach pointed her spear and said, "You're just a human. Do you think you can defeat Cú Chulainn, a Servant?"

Mephistopheles calmly replied, "It's alright. If I can't win, I'll destroy this era, destroy this world, and reduce everything to nothing!"

"Oh? You think you can destroy this era?" Scáthach showed interest. The human in front of her looked very peculiar. His characteristics were indeed human, a real person, made of flesh and blood, but she could also sense the characteristics of a Servant.

Moreover, this human seemed to possess no power whatsoever; he was utterly ordinary. Yet, this very human uttered the statement that he would destroy this era, which astonished Scáthach.

"Your thoughts are similar to mine. I'm also considering destroying this era because Cú Chulainn is now incredibly powerful, so powerful that even I would find it difficult to defeat him," Scáthach said, smiling as she looked at Mephistopheles. "So, human, do you still think it's wise of you to go after Cú Chulainn?"

"My name is Mephistopheles, Mephistopheles Fraga McRemitz. You can call me Mephistopheles. The House McRemitz is considered a descendant of Cú Chulainn, though of course I don't have that bloodline; after all, I'm just an adopted son."

This time, Scáthach blinked. She had never expected that someone of Cú Chulainn's descent would appear here, even if they were not related by blood, they were indeed given his surname.

The human, the young boy, looked at him with a smile, "Whether it's wise to go looking for Cú Chulainn is not for you to decide, nor for me to decide."

"So who do you think it is? Is it Cú Chulainn?"

"No, it is those who survive this ordeal who have the right to judge," Mephistopheles said. "If I go to him now and I die, it will be because I was reckless and insane; if I kill him, it will be because I was decisive and brave; if I risk my life to injure him and give others a chance, then I will have sacrificed myself to lay the foundation for victory."

He smiled brightly as he looked at the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

"So now you understand, Miss Scáthach?"

"You're very confident?"

"It's alright. After all, I've dealt with quite a few formidable enemies. In any case, they're all dead, and I'm still alive. These experiences have made me quite confident."

"A formidable enemy?"

"Yes, formidable enemies. For example, those who fought alongside the Greece gods against giants and also battled Typhon. These enemies should be considered formidable, right?"

Scáthach was startled. She stared intently at the man before her. As a figure from the mythological era, she had naturally heard some of his stories. After a long while, she finally said, "You're the Magecraft who solved many problems in Greece, only to suddenly disappear?!"

"Hmm, it should be me. But I'm True Magic. If you're still worried about my strength, we can have a fight. However, I hope you can promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

Mephistopheles chuckled softly, "I hope that if I win, you can tell me what the current situation is with Cú Chulainn, or rather, with the British army!"