Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 613: Gunners, Challenge the Windmill

The moment he saw Ea, Dumas’ eyes widened.

The moment Moran took it out.

Looking at Kiritsugu Emiya, who was standing next to him, Dumas seemed to have guessed something, and a smile appeared on his face.

There was no longer any sign of refusal.

Like a child watching an exciting play from under the stage, the desire in the depths of his eyes was undisguised.

Although he didn’t know Moran’s intentions behind this, Dumas felt that this job wouldn’t be simple.

"Hahahaha, what I would ask the Holy Grail for when summoned is only beauties and delicacies. However, more than that, I want to see what kind of drama the people participating in this Holy Grail War will perform, and what kind of ending they will have... Very well, I agree to your deal."

"What? You don’t care about your brother anymore?"

"Hahahaha, well, he will definitely understand.

Besides, if you really intended to harm my brother, he wouldn’t be alive right now. Moreover, aren’t you the one who wants to preserve the stage the most?"

Dumas said meaningfully.

As a writer-type Servant.

What he can’t refuse the most is the ending of a wonderful story.

Therefore, he wanted to see who Moran’s carefully set up game was prepared for.

Befriending Moran was not a wrong choice.

Dumas had obtained information through his intelligence network.

Orlando was already suspected by the upper echelons of the United States.

Now, although he was one of the masterminds of the Holy Grail War, his situation was almost lamentable.

He had imposed the shackles of "justice" on himself.

And there were gaps with the higher-ups.

It wouldn’t be surprising if he was stabbed in the back at any time, which made Dumas’ stomach hurt just thinking about it.

Therefore, Britain was also an option.

Dumas agreed to the deal.

He would use his Noble Phantasm to create a big pot of stew, using Kiritsugu Emiya’s Origin and Ea as cooking ingredients.

As for how to operate it in the end.

That would be decided by Moran, not something he could predict.

Therefore, Dumas found it very interesting.

Kiritsugu Emiya, who had been brought over, watched Moran and Dumas discuss him like merchandise.

How ridiculous—

Kiritsugu Emiya couldn’t help but smile self-deprecatingly.

He, who longed to win the Holy Grail War.

Now he could only be reduced to fish on a cutting board.

Fortunately, he hadn’t lost the opportunity to compete for the Holy Grail yet, and Kiritsugu Emiya didn’t intend to give up fighting.

What was fortunate was that Moran didn’t intend to compete for the Holy Grail.

He just needed a suitable stage.

"Boss, I’ll leave those kids to you to take care of. As for the task you ordered, I’ll complete it as soon as possible.

Don’t worry, I’ll use the latest model, with a pressure cooker that comes with a timer. Not the kind of witch’s pot that produces unstable results after cooking. The best thing is, the person in charge of the preparation is me."

Dumas said, rubbing his hands together.

His gaze turned to Kiritsugu, and he smiled:

"Brother, you... although you don’t look like a magus... but in order to achieve your goal, are you prepared to throw your life into the pot?"

And so, Moran waited for Dumas to cook the Noble Phantasm.

This was a backup plan he had prepared just in case.

If the situation wasn’t as bad as he thought, then this backup plan wouldn’t come in handy.

However, once it really came in handy.

Then it would be a powerful weapon buried deep by Moran.

Central Hospital, Main Road.

"That person is... John... isn’t he?"

The police were shocked by John’s appearance.

Originally, they all thought John was dead, but unexpectedly, he appeared before Alcides.

Not only that, but he also gave Alcides a flying knee to the face.

It hit him hard on the bridge of his nose.

John, whose movements suddenly transcended human limits, was in a completely transformed state.

The police were baffled by this, their minds full of confusion.

However, they didn’t know.

This was Dumas’ Noble Phantasm support—

[Musketeers Masquerade]

This Noble Phantasm can "revise" the target’s life by adding it to his own experiences and creations.

It can only be used a limited number of times per summoning.

It is a support Noble Phantasm that can only be used on one person at a time, increasing the target’s power several times to dozens of times.

Since it is an enhancement used when facing powerful opponents, it usually only works on ordinary people.

Dumas used this Noble Phantasm on John, who was closest to awakening his true name, bringing him back from the brink of death.

Moreover, it increased his power dozens of times.

Reaching the realm of a pseudo-Heroic Spirit.

That sudden flying knee to the face caught Alcides off guard and knocked him back several steps.

However, this flying knee did not cause him any damage.

[Mind’s Eye]was not wary of this.

Alcides wondered why the perception of[Mind’s Eye]had not disappeared, his gaze fixed on John’s right arm.

Suddenly, he realized something.

From the beginning until now, John had not used his right hand.

Judging from the center of gravity when launching attacks.

Alcides judged that John’s right arm was a prosthetic, and believed that the real danger was hidden within the prosthetic.

——This aura... it’s wrong...?

A unique aura was perceived.

An extremely unique magical power, or rather, a cursed aura, slowly flowed out from John’s prosthetic arm.

The moment it was captured.

Alcides was awakened to past memories.

A chilling fear ran down Alcides’ spine.

Even if it was only for a moment, his instinct as a Heroic Spirit made him astonished by what he perceived.

No matter how the Spirit Base is changed—that thing has a special meaning for Alcides.

Because he regards it as dangerous more than anyone else, and knows its terror more than anyone else.

"This is...!"

Alcides stared intently at John.

His gaze did not waver in the slightest.

At this moment, what popped out of John’s prosthetic arm was a weapon that could kill that great hero—

Hero Killer, the Hydra’s Poison Dagger.

John’s right prosthetic arm combined with this poison dagger, and black liquid slowly dripped down the sharp blade.

A deadly poison that even the sage Chiron could not endure.

A cursed lung that has killed many heroes.

At this moment, it is approaching Alcides.