The desert sky at night.
The Origami hovered in place, looking down at the two figures at the bottom of the pit.
Gilgamesh knelt on the ground, most of his royal robes charred at the chest, revealing skin covered with fine cracks—damage to his Spirit Origin caused by the depletion of his magical energy.
Enkidu stood in front of him, shielding Gilgamesh behind him.
Green eyes watched the silver-haired girl in the air warily.
Origami is feeling a little better now than when her hometown was almost completely wiped out.
At least we had a satisfying match.
Moreover, judging from their appearance, one had basically lost the ability to fight, and the other, although still standing, had also weakened considerably.
If we finish them off now, we should be able to leave at least one alive.
The ten Origami wings unfolded slightly.
Just then...
Gilgamesh's figure suddenly vanished.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
It's as if it was wiped off the spot.
Origami squinted her eyes.
The transmission of Command Spell.
That guy was forcibly summoned back by his Master using Command Spell.
"..."
Origami retracted her light wings.
Enkidu was the only one left at the bottom of the pit.
He remained in a guarding posture, arms outstretched, blocking the spot where Gilgamesh had just been.
But there was no one behind him.
Enkidu slowly lowered his arm and looked up at the Origami in the air.
There was only a calm and composed look in his emerald green eyes.
"It seems Gil has been taken back."
Origami did not respond.
She simply stared at Enkidu with a blank expression.
Enkidu smiled.
"Well then, it's my turn next."
Are you going to surrender?
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that won't work."
Enkidu took a step back.
"Although I'd love to fight you again, right now, I'd most likely die."
"And the Master needs me too."
"So--"
Enkidu's body began to change.
Starting from his toes, his legs transformed into flowing mud, then his waist, chest, and arms.
The colors of the soil spread in the night, Enkidu's body seemed to dissolve, gradually merging into the earth beneath his feet.
I'll play with you again next time.
His voice came from underground, growing farther and farther away, fainter and fainter.
Finally, the breath completely disappeared.
It has completely merged with nature.
Even with Origami's current sensory abilities, she is completely unable to discern Enkidu's presence from the soil, gravel, and rocks of this desert.
He seemed to have become a part of the land itself.
"..."
Origami hung in the air, looking at the place where Enkidu disappeared.
I watched for ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds.
Nothing was found.
"..."
Origami silently wrote down the names Gilgamesh and Enkidu on the first and second pages of her notebook.
Okay, okay, so you want to play like this?
It's best to hide away and never show your face again.
Otherwise, I would definitely be the first to take them out next time.
Origami turned around and flew towards Snowfield City.
The Snowfield City was brightly lit in the night. Its 800,000 citizens were fast asleep under the influence of hypnotic Magecraft, completely unaware of the battle that had nearly wiped them and the city off just hours earlier.
The Origami flew into the sky above the city.
She did not rush back to the Master's headquarters.
It's still early.
Instead of going back to sleep, I might Servant search the entire city under the cover of night and see if I can find any other unfortunate Master.
After all, tonight's battle has already revealed their presence and strength.
Instead of passively waiting for others to come to you, take the initiative.
The Origami began in the northern part of the city, skimming low over the gaps between buildings.
Her perception range covered several kilometers around, and no magical reaction at the Servant level could escape her search.
The Origami flew over block after block, over building after building.
In the meantime, she broke through the protective barriers set up by several Magecraft.
Those barriers were like soap bubbles in front of her, bursting at the slightest touch.
But once broken open, all that was inside was an ordinary Magecraft workshop and a panicked Magecraft.
There was no trace of Servant.
Not a single one.
Origami searched for information on the southern and central regions, commercial areas, residential areas, and industrial areas.
She searched the entire city, except for the area around the police station—based on Origami's experience in previous Holy Grail War Holy Grail War, where official forces like the government usually didn't participate, so she hadn't bothered with that area.
Not a single Servant was found.
Not a single Master has been found.
They all seemed to have huddled together.
"..."
The Origami hovers atop the highest point in the city center, overlooking the sleeping city below.
hateful.
Is even Berserker this good at dodging in this Holy Grail War?
Those Master aren't coming out to do anything either.
I put in so much effort today, and I didn't even get a single Servant kill.
wrong.
Strictly speaking, she didn't even get a single Master's head tonight.
That middle-aged Magecraft doesn't count; that was Tiné who killed him.
Origami sighed.
Although sighing is just a simple act of expelling a little air from her lungs, it truly expresses her feelings at that moment.
have no choice.
She changed direction and flew towards the main camp, which was serving as a temporary base.
The top floor of the tallest building in Snowfield City.
That was one of the strongholds that Tiné's people controlled in the city, a penthouse in a commercial building that was over sixty stories high.
The Origami landed on the rooftop terrace.
Then she raised her hand, and ten wings of light flew out from behind her, silently spreading out and circling the entire building.
Each light wing hovers at different heights and angles around the building, forming a surveillance net covering the entire structure.
Any Servant attempting to approach this building will be detected and attacked by the Lightwing immediately.
After setting up the defenses, Origami went into the top-floor interior.
Tiné's people have already prepared a room for her.
Origami went to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.
The light from the Astral Dress flickered slightly, but did not disappear.
She closed her eyes.
The night passed by in an eerily peaceful manner.
The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning.
The penthouse apartment in the tallest building in Snowfield City.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the morning sun is rising from the direction of the lake to the east, and golden sunlight is filling the entire living room.
In the living room, several members of Tiné's tribe were busily working, both tense and quiet.
Some people are preparing breakfast in the kitchen, some are wiping the furniture, and some are standing in the corner ready to serve at any time.
They moved very quietly, even walking on tiptoe.
no way.
That Servant is sleeping in the inner bedroom.
Although they didn't know whether the Servant needed to sleep, what if they did? What if they woke them up?
7:15.
The bedroom door opened.
Origami came out.
She was still wearing her pure white wedding dress-style Astral Dress, her short, silver-white hair was perfectly styled, and her icy blue eyes were so calm that it was as if she had never slept.
She walked to the long table in the restaurant and sat down.
Breakfast was already laid out on the table.
Toast, fried eggs, bacon, salad, milk, coffee.
There was also a perfectly seared steak.
Origami picked up her knife and fork and began to eat her breakfast quietly.
The tribesmen stood around, eyes fixed straight ahead, not daring to utter a sound.
The only sounds in the entire restaurant were the soft clatter of cutlery against plates.
Origami finished a steak, two slices of bread, a fried egg, and a serving of bacon.
Then she stood up and walked to the sofa in front of the French windows and sat down.
A waiter immediately came over with a tray.
On the plate was a stemmed glass, filled more than halfway with a dark red liquid.