Although Flat did not send any familiars to scout the battlefield last night, he did not know the specific details of the battle or the personnel involved.
The silver-haired girl who had just made eye contact with him.
Just one glance from him almost made him wet his pants.
The silver-haired girl's magic power was so high that Jack probably wouldn't even be able to escape her.
"Huff... huff..."
Flat straightened up, leaned against the tree trunk, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The watch on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Then a deep male voice came from the watch face.
" Master, what's wrong?"
Jack the Ripper.
It is now disguised as a watch.
"I think I've spotted the culprit behind the huge crater south of Snowfield City last night."
Flat lowered his voice.
I made eye contact with her for a second just now.
"That one second was the closest I ever came to death in my entire life."
The watch remained silent for two seconds.
"... Such a dangerous person?"
"It's more dangerous than you can imagine." Flat swallowed hard. "It's just that for some reason, she didn't choose to act during the day."
"Perhaps it's a rule restriction?"
"Maybe."
Flat looked around to make sure no one else was there.
" Jack, let's hide for a few days."
"Not going out?"
"Don't go out. At least wait until we figure out what that woman is doing."
"Understood. Are you going out again tonight?"
Flat hesitated for a moment.
"We'll see."
evening.
The penthouse apartment in the tallest building in Snowfield City.
Origami just finished dinner; tonight's dinner was sushi.
Tiné's tribe found a Japanese chef from somewhere, and the nigiri sushi he made was surprisingly good.
Origami sat on the sofa, holding her second iced cola, watching the evening news on TV with a bored expression.
The news anchor is reporting several local news items related to people's livelihoods.
"Around 6 PM this afternoon, a serious building damage incident occurred at the Snowfield City Opera House. Approximately 60% of the opera house's structure was damaged in the incident. The specific cause is under investigation."
Origami is about to change the channel.
Then the scene changed.
The camera switched to a live stream showing the entrance to the opera house.
A man in armor stands on the roof of a fire truck.
Her golden hair fluttered in the wind.
His eyes burned with passion.
He is giving a speech to the citizens and firefighters who have gathered around him.
Origami raised her eyebrows slightly.
" Tiné, turn the volume up."
"Yes."
Tiné took the remote and turned up the volume.
On the television, a man in armor was speaking passionately.
"My ancestor was Arthur Pendragon of Britain!"
"I have inherited the spirit and glory of my ancestors!"
"Today, I unfortunately damaged this Beauty opera house in an accident! I sincerely apologize for this!"
He placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to the surrounding crowd.
"I promise I will compensate for the damage to this building!"
The surrounding residents were talking about it.
Some people took photos with their phones, some called the police, and some stared blankly at the strange man in armor.
On the roof of the fire truck, a man dressed in medieval knight's armor bows in apology.
This scene is utterly absurd.
But what happened next was even more outrageous.
The news footage then shifts.
We arrived at the entrance of the Snowfield City Police Station.
Two uniformed police officers are escorting two people out of a police car.
One of them is Richard I, the man in golden armor who just gave a speech on top of the fire truck.
another.
Medium-length blonde hair.
Black-rimmed glasses.
Navy blue sailor uniform.
It was the girl with glasses she saw on the roadside earlier that day.
The news anchor's voice continued to play on the television.
"According to reports, the two suspects are indeed involved in the afternoon's damage to the opera house. The blond man is suspected of vandalizing a public building, while the blond girl with glasses has been identified as his companion."
"The two individuals have been detained by the Snowfield City Police Department in accordance with the law, pending further investigation."
Origami placed the cola cup down.
"... He was arrested by the police."
The Servant was arrested by the police.
The Heroic Spirit summoned by the Holy Grail were openly arrested and taken to the police station by a police force composed of ordinary people.
Moreover, this wasn't a secret operation; it made the news.
"So the police are this capable now?"
Origami muttered to himself, expressionless.
They can even capture Servant without hesitation.
" Origami -sama?" Tiné walked over from the side.
Do you know where the police station is?
"I know, it's on the east side of the city center—"
"Take me."
"Huh?"
"This excitement is a once-in-a-century event."
Origami stood up, and ten wings of light unfolded behind her.
I want to see it for myself.
" Origami- sama, are you going to the police station in person?"
"Um."
"Should I come along too?"
"No need. You wait here."
The Origami walks towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
"I'll leave three wings of light here to protect this place. I'll sense anything if anything happens."
Tiné nodded.
" Origami -sama, please be careful."
"Um."
The window was opened, and the night breeze blew in.
Origami's figure disappeared through the French windows, her silver-white Astral Dress drawing a streamlined line across the night sky.
Snowfield City Police Department.
The main building is a twelve-story high-rise building with a gray-white concrete structure on the exterior and a metal sign for the police station on the front.
Origami landed on the rooftop of a commercial building opposite the police station, looking down at the police station from above.
A good show is currently unfolding in the police station.
Origami focuses perception on the past.
The magical reaction of more than twenty people extended from the first-floor lobby to parts of the second floor.
Each of these people carried Magecraft weapons.
Um?
This is no ordinary Magecraft weapon.
Origami squinted and took a closer look.
The weapons in those people's hands.
Swords, spears, knives, bows, chains, sickles, clubs.
Each piece emanated a magical aura worthy of Servant.
Noble Phantasm.
All the items these people possess are Noble Phantasm.
Moreover, each one is a perfect match for the wielder's weapon.
There were more than twenty people, and each of them possessed a Noble Phantasm.
What kind of organizational structure is this?
I don't know about Origami.
But those people had a very clear goal.
They are besieging one person.
Or rather, ganging up on someone.
The person who was being beaten was wearing a loose black shirt and a long, dark-patterned coat.
Short, snow- Pale skin.
His slender figure was simultaneously suppressed by four or five Noble Phantasm, forcing him to dodge left and right, leaving him in a sorry state.
But a manic, blissful smile still lingered on his face.
Dead Apostle.
Origami recognized the creature's species at a glance.
It is not human, Magecraft, or Servant; it is a vampire.
In the world of Tsukihime, they are known as " Dead Apostle ".
Meanwhile, that Dead Apostle was being pounded to the ground by more than twenty policemen wielding Noble Phantasm.
The scene was extremely chaotic at one point.
A policeman's dagger sliced across the Dead Apostle's side, and black blood spurted from the wound.
The Dead Apostle staggered backward, and another policeman's long gun was already thrust in front of him.
The Dead Apostle dodged to the side, the tip of the spear grazing his shoulder and leaving a hole in the wall.
"Hahaha! Great! Let's do it again!"
The Dead Apostle laughed loudly, pulled a pistol from his pocket, and fired three shots at the policeman holding a rifle.
The policeman dodged to the side, and the bullet struck the wall, creating three charred bullet holes.
But more police officers had already surrounded them.
in all directions.
The sword comes from the left, the knife from the right.
Archers aimed from a distance, while chains hung from the ceiling, attempting to entangle the Dead Apostle ' ankles.
The Dead Apostle were completely surrounded.
His white shirt had been ripped in seven or eight places, and black bloodstains had stained most of the front.
But he was still smiling.
"Not bad, not bad! You humans have done quite well to fight like this!"
"But do you think you can kill me like this?"
He grinned, revealing sharp canines that were not human.
"I'm Dead Apostle."
In a corner of the police station lobby, near the stairwell.
A man dressed in a black priest's suit.
Black, medium-length wavy curls, casually falling down.
There is a noticeable beauty mark under the left eye.
He is wearing a black eye patch over his right eye.
A cross was hanging from his chest.
He looked like a typical clergyman, but his lazy and nonchalant demeanor didn't match the image of a priest at all.
He had his hands in the pockets of his priest's robe, leaned against the wall, and tilted his head to watch the beaten-up Dead Apostle.
A smile played on her lips.
Eager to try.
They seemed ready to join forces and take down that Dead Apostle at any moment.
Origami squatted on the edge of the rooftop, resting her chin on her hands, watching the farce unfold below.
"This is getting interesting."
The Servant was arrested by the police.
The Dead Apostle was surrounded and beaten by the police.
The priest watched the spectacle from the sidelines.
The art style of this Holy Grail War seems completely different from the previous ones.