Origami accepted the cup without hesitation.
She shook it gently.
A thin layer of frost immediately formed on the glass, while dense bubbles simultaneously formed in the liquid inside.
The ice is ready.
Origami took a small sip.
Then exhale slowly and comfortably.
Cool.
It was as if all the unpleasantness of last night had vanished.
The liquid in this goblet is something special.
Good stuff from Mexico.
To be precise, I bought it from the supermarket downstairs; it's originally from Mexico.
Widely recognized as the best-tasting cola.
And it comes in a glass bottle.
Poured into a crystal goblet, chilled to the perfect temperature, and bathed in the morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one sip washes over your entire soul with the stimulating sensation of the bubbles.
What Cluster of Marduk, what Kadour Clash?
Nothing compares to this sip of ice-cold cola.
Origami took another sip.
This time, participating in the Holy Grail War was a completely different experience from the previous ones.
Previously, whether in Fuyuki or elsewhere, she was always the one who took orders from others.
This time...
She became the one who could give orders to others.
Whatever you want to eat, someone will bring it to you.
Whatever you want to drink, someone will hand it to you.
When I want to sleep, someone will tidy up my room.
I can hit whoever I want.
This experience is absolutely amazing.
" Origami -sama."
Tiné emerged from the inner corridor, her tanned skin glowing with a healthy sheen in the morning light.
She walked up to the Origami and bowed slightly.
Did you sleep well last night?
"Good."
Was breakfast to your liking?
"The steak is good."
"That's good."
Tiné stood not far from the Origami, not daring to sit too close, nor to stand too far away.
Just then...
The television in the corner of the living room, which had been muted, suddenly switched to a morning news channel.
A blonde, middle-aged female journalist appeared in the frame, her expression serious.
Tiné reached out and turned on the sound.
"According to the latest news released by the government, around 11 p. m. last night, a massive series of gas pipeline explosions occurred in an underground area 17 kilometers south of Snowfield City."
"The explosion was unprecedented in its power, even creating a giant crater over ten kilometers in diameter on the desert surface."
Fortunately, the explosion occurred far from residential areas, and there were no casualties.
"The energy authorities have immediately shut down all gas pipelines in the area, and the specific cause of the accident is under investigation."
Experts say the probability of such a series of explosions occurring on the same gas pipeline is extremely low, but the possibility of sabotage cannot be ruled out.
The government urges citizens to remain calm and not to believe rumors.
The television screen switched to aerial footage of the explosion crater.
A giant crater, more than ten kilometers in diameter, looks like a huge bowl embedded in the desert surface under the rising sun.
The charred marks on the pit walls are still a shocking sight when viewed from above.
Tiné looked at the huge crater on the TV screen, then glanced at Origami sitting on the sofa drinking Origami.
Her expression became complicated.
That look contained so much.
Amazement, awe, fear, relief, and a subtle emotion that she herself couldn't quite explain.
Origami sensed it immediately.
She turned her head, her icy blue eyes staring straight at Tiné.
Don't look at me like that.
"I didn't make that big crater."
"It was Gilgamesh and Enkidu did it."
"And if I hadn't intervened last night, the entire Snowfield City would have been wiped out."
Tiné paused for a moment.
Then she quickly lowered her head.
"I'm sorry, Origami- sama, that's not what I meant."
There was a hint of apology in her voice.
"I was amazed by how powerful you were last night."
"He was able to suppress two powerful top-tier heroes all by himself."
Tiné looked up, her brown face revealing a sincere, even somewhat fanatical, expression.
"Such a being has never appeared in any of our clan's legends."
"You are more powerful than all the gods we have prayed to."
Origami paused slightly, observing her expression.
This girl...
It's not that I dislike the feeling of being genuinely admired.
Origami picked up her wine glass and took another sip of cola.
"What happened last night was nothing."
"As long as you listen to me, I guarantee you'll win this Holy Grail War."
Tiné's eyes lit up.
But where the Origami couldn't see, a deeper emotion surged within her.
With such a powerful Origami master as our guide.
Our people will surely be able to reclaim this land.
Seventy years of humiliation.
They will all get their money back, with interest, in this Holy Grail War.
Tiné clenched her right hand.
The three Command Spell on the back of my hand glowed slightly red in the morning light.
at the same time.
Several other places in Snowfield City.
In the west of the city, in a Magecraft workshop converted from an abandoned warehouse.
A young Magecraft belonging to the Clock Tower sat in front of a pile of detection instruments, his face pale.
On the instrument screen in front of him, the magic waveform recorded during last night's battle still remained.
The height of those curves far exceeded the upper limit of the instrument's measurement range.
"This is impossible..."
He murmured.
"This level of magical output... it's beyond the level of Servant..."
He retrieved the observation data from last night and checked it over and over again.
Three Servant.
The three Servant fought a mythical battle in the southern desert.
One of them pierced through another's unleashed Noble Phantasm, powerful enough to destroy a city, with a beam of light.
Moreover, even after penetrating the atmosphere, it still had enough power to propel the beam of light out of the atmosphere.
"... We need to report this news to the Clock Tower immediately."
With trembling hands, he began packing the equipment.
On the surface, Snowfield City appears to be the same as usual today.
The sun was shining brightly, the streets were clean, and the citizens began their day in an orderly fashion.
The gas company's accident investigation team is busy in the southern desert.
Journalists set up their cameras at the edge of the pit.
A government spokesperson is preparing to hold a press conference.
Everything is a carefully crafted facade by the authorities.
But beneath the surface, the undercurrents in this city have completely boiled over.
All the Magecraft capable of uncovering the truth behind last night's battle felt a chill run down their spines.
The power of these three Servant is truly terrifying.
I'm afraid any one of them could completely destroy Snowfield City.
And yet, beings of such strength appeared simultaneously in the same Holy Grail War.
The False Holy Grail War has only just begun.
The true Holy Grail War has not yet begun.
When those seven true Servant arrive.
What will become of this city?
Nobody knows.
But everyone knows one thing.
That is, starting last night, the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City has completely deviated from everyone's original plan.
This includes those planners who think they have everything under control.
The top floor of the tallest building in Snowfield City.
Origami finished the last sip of cola in her cup.
She placed the empty wine glass on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and looked out the window at the rising sun.
The morning light of Snowfield City was reflected in its icy blue eyes.
" Tiné."
"Exist."
"Let's begin the operation tonight."