The meeting has resumed.
There were three more people this time.
The Master Xuanzang sat down next to Cursed Arm Hassan, Tawara Touta squatted in the corner and continued to take rice from the Endless Rice Bag, while Hassan of Serenity stood by the wall, saying nothing.
"We don't need to worry about food for now."
Cursed Arm Hassan, glanced at Tawara Touta, his tone tinged with gratitude.
"Mr. Tawara Touta's rice bag solved the biggest problem."
"But the others..."
"The water supply is still insufficient."
"There isn't enough accommodation."
"Medical supplies are also lacking."
Cursed Arm Hassan tapped his fingers on the map a few times.
"If it were just the original People of the Mountain, they could barely manage. But with these eight hundred or so refugees added..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
But the meaning is already quite clear.
I can't hold on any longer.
The open space fell silent again.
All eyes turned to Mayuri.
Mayuri rolled her eyes.
Why are you looking at me again?
"The plan you just mentioned."
Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at her.
"Go to the Pharaoh and ask for supplies."
"So I'm the last resort?"
"Not the final step, but the most practical one right now."
Mayuri sighed.
"Okay, okay."
"Anyway, I want to see Old Man Wang's reaction."
"I felt uncomfortable around him last time, this time I'm determined to teach him a lesson."
The meeting reached a preliminary consensus.
Let Tawara Touta solve the food problem first; we can deal with the other supplies from the Pharaoh during the next operation.
As the meeting was about to end, Cursed Arm Hassan suddenly spoke.
"There's one more thing."
He looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru.
" The First Hassan issued Revelation."
He said he wanted to meet with the Chaldea.
Ritsuka Fujimaru looked somewhat confused.
" The First Hassan? Who was that?"
Why do you want to see me?
Cursed Arm Hassan's tone became respectful.
" The First Hassan was..."
But before he could finish speaking, a voice reached Ritsuka Fujimaru's ear.
It is a communication Projection of Chaldea.
" Ritsuka Fujimaru! What did you just say? The First Hassan?"
Olga Marie in her loli form was Projection from the communication device on Ritsuka Fujimaru's wrist, her voice filled with obvious shock.
Only the three Chaldea can see this Projection.
Dr. Roman, who was standing nearby, also came over, his expression equally grave.
" The First Hassan... isn't that the origin of the Assassin class concept?"
" The Old Man in the Mountain, Hassan Sabah."
"The archetype of all Hassan, the starting point of the very existence of Assassin."
"It's highly likely to be Grand- rank Heroic Spirit."
Ritsuka Fujimaru blinked.
" Grand...?"
"It's that Grand." Dr. Roman's expression was very serious. "The pinnacle of the seven classes."
" Grand Assassin."
"Does this kind of existence also exist at this Singularity?"
Olga Marie bit her lip.
"It seems the waters of this Singularity are much deeper than we've seen before."
Ritsuka Fujimaru processed this information.
Grand Assassin.
The origin of the concept of Assassin itself.
All the prototypes of Hassan.
Such an important person wants to see her?
"But he's already so accomplished, why does he want to see me?"
She turned her gaze to Mayuri.
Mayuri sensed her gaze and probably guessed what the other was thinking.
"Go if you want to, don't go if you don't want to."
Mayuri leaned back in her chair, her tone flat.
"It's up to you."
"Don't worry about the other person's identity."
"No matter who the other party is, as long as they dare to make a move, Leviathan can flatten them."
"... Your way of putting people at ease is quite unique."
Ritsuka Fujimaru smile.
But she did feel a little more at ease.
With Mayuri around, at least there's not much to worry about in terms of safety.
"Good."
She took a deep breath and looked at Cursed Arm Hassan.
"I'm going with Mash and Mayuri to see the First Hassan."
Cursed Arm Hassan, nodded.
I will guide you to the shrine.
The shrine is located at the deepest part of the camp.
After passing through a narrow crevice in the rocks, the three arrived at a cave that had been carved out.
There is no door to the cave, only a stone staircase leading downwards.
Cursed Arm Hassan, stopped at the cave entrance.
"I'll leave you here."
He looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru, his gaze beneath the hood becoming serious.
The First Hassan disliked being disturbed. Only a handful of people were ever summoned by him.
"You may go."
The three of them walked down the stone steps.
The atmosphere in the corridor was off from the start.
It's too quiet.
It was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing echo.
The air temperature was several degrees lower than outside, Ritsuka Fujimaru instinctively shivered and hugged her arms tightly.
"It's so cold..."
"This place is a bit like the underworld."
Mayuri didn't feel anything particularly special, except that the temperature was much lower than the ground, making it feel a bit like walking into a cellar in winter.
Mash walked at the front, her cross shield ready at any moment.
The passage goes deeper and wider as you go.
The stone steps suddenly disappeared after a certain bend, replaced by a flat stone ground.
And then comes the end.
A large underground stone chamber appeared before the three of them.
The stone chamber was very high, and there was no lighting on the dome, but the entire space was illuminated by a ghostly blue light of unknown origin.
In the very center of the stone chamber, there is a stone platform.
A person was standing on the stone platform.
The First Hassan.
The enormous figure, over two and a half meters tall, wore a tattered black robe that draped from its shoulders to the ground, obscuring most of its body shape.
A white skull mask concealed his face, which was completely expressionless.
He held a large, black sword to the ground with both hands.
Even just standing there, the First Hassan exuded an invisible, heavy sense of oppression.
That was the very scent of death itself.
A unique atmosphere that only beings standing on the boundary between life and death possess.
Ritsuka Fujimaru swallowed hard.
Mash gripped her shield tightly.
Mayuri was examining the large, jet-black sword.
"That sword looks good."
"Miss Mayuri, please be mindful of the occasion..." Mash whispered.
Then, the sound came.
A voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Mayuri came from deep within the shrine.
Different tones.
But that tone of voice that instinctively made Mayuri wary seemed familiar; she felt like she'd heard it somewhere before.
" Master of Chaldea ".
The voice was deep and majestic, carrying a weighty quality that transcended time, echoing in the stone chamber.
"I am Hassan al-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain."
Ritsuka Fujimaru straightened her back.
"You have traversed numerous Singularity to arrive here."
"I summoned you here not to test you, nor as an enemy."
The First Hassan did not rise from the stone platform.
He didn't move.
The enormous figure was like a stone statue; only the sound flowed through the air.
"But I want to inform you that there are still many undiscovered truths within this Singularity."
I advise you not to be too hasty.
Ritsuka Fujimaru wanted to ask something, but the voice of the First Hassan didn't give her a chance to speak.
"Let's go to the Pharaoh's territory."
There is someone waiting for you there.
"And once you go there, you will also be able to uncover the truth of some things."
"This is what I wanted to tell you."
"Your subsequent actions are still up to you."
"You may leave now."
The sound faded away.
Silence returned to the stone chamber.
The figure of the First Hassan still stands on the stone platform, his white skull mask gleaming faintly in the eerie blue light.
No sound came from his direction anymore.
The conversation is over.
That's how it ended.
"... That's it?"
Ritsuka Fujimaru stood there, stunned.
She still had many questions to ask.
What is the truth behind the Singularity?
Who is waiting for her in the Pharaoh's territory?
Why did the First Hassan take the initiative to summon her?
But the First Hassan said, "You can leave now."
This statement carries an undeniable weight.
"Senior."
Mash gently touched Ritsuka Fujimaru's arm.
"Let's... leave first."
Ritsuka Fujimaru nodded.
The three turned around and walked back along the path they had come from.
Mayuri walked at the very back, glancing back at the enormous figure on the stone platform.
The First Hassan did not move.
Like a statue.
Like a tomb.
Like death itself.
Mayuri withdrew her gaze.
That sound just now.
Although the tone was different, it had a familiar timbre to it.
She seemed to remember.
He looks a bit like that person.
The priest she had once met.
Kirei Kotomine.
Although the pitches are completely different, the texture of the sound is indeed very similar.
At the end of the passage, light reappeared in their sight.