Oldest One's Alarm Clock

Su Lin lifted a section of space as if drawing back a curtain:

"Move it! I've lured that lot away. Seal the Greater Grail we just got and stuff it in there!"

"Carry it in by hand. Don't use Dharma Power."

"Boss, why don't you just open a passage to the Root?" Zhang Chulan hefted a Greater Grail and tossed it inside. "That'd be a piece of cake for you now, wouldn't it?"

Zhang Chulan was only saying it offhand. From beginning to end, even when there was something to gain, he had quietly played the part of an unnoticed bystander. He only got involved when it concerned his boss, Meng Qi.

At the earlier meeting to divide up the spoils, Zhang Chulan's participation rate had been a solid zero percent. That was why he wouldn't feel guilty even if the big shots broke this world.

"If I could force my name off the blacklist and onto the whitelist, I'd be calling the shots across all of Type-Moon." Su Lin said:

"Let's stick to exploiting the bug. With my current strength, the most I could do is fight the goddess of the Primordial Universe."

Su Lin put special emphasis on "current."

"'The most' was a good choice of words. Don't use it again." Klein leaned against a corner, watching his Marionettes hard at work as he sipped his tea.

"Where's Shirou Emiya? He's the star of this plan."

"Probably filming the Fuyuki Felling Cleaver story. Tch, damn that harem-loving Shirou..." Su Lin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"I'd planned to stir up a little trouble, pack up some souvenirs from the Root, and, while I was at it, catch a live broadcast of a cheesy romance. Instead, I'm stuck here playing the villain."

"Everything was going so smoothly at first.