Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

Before Haruri could recover.

The Berserker and her magic circuits successfully connected, and the two officially formed a master-servant relationship.

At the same time, she also felt through the master-servant contract.

The Berserker was afraid of the silver-haired woman.

"Speaking of which, I'm really lucky, I didn't expect there to be a container here that can directly accommodate me."

The silver-haired woman examined her body.

Although her appearance wasn't quite what it was in the age of gods, it was still within her expectations.

However, the modern methods of creating vessels are far inferior to those of the gods.

"Just who are you…?"

"Are you asking about me, or this vessel? Well, none of that matters anymore. There's no need to be so afraid."

Haruri was about to question her.

But she felt warmth on her cheek as the silver-haired woman reached out and caressed her face.

In that instant, Haruri trembled.

She sensed the source of that immense magical power, a phenomenon no living being should possess.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.

This is impossible… it shouldn't be… how could this exist…? Even Servants don't have this much magical power!

No human could possibly have such power! This woman, she's not human at all—!!

Haruri's heart cried out in anguish.

In reality, she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak, her cheeks constantly wet with tears.

As a magus, she knew.

Such an existence could only be that—

Sometimes a symbol of kingship, victory, and destruction!

Sometimes the life-giving and bountiful rain!

Ignoring the words of mortals, acting solely on its own will, descending in the form of nature personified—

One of its incarnations is the sky!

The silver-haired woman, who had instilled fear in Haruri, smiled gently, as if she was very pleased with the girl's expression.

"Don't worry. Despite how I look, I quite like humans."

Although the silver-haired woman's tone was very gentle.

However, perhaps because the starting point was too high, it gave a sense of despair that could not be overcome even if one looked up.

"Now that I'm here, I will naturally govern you humans properly! Leave it all to me!"

Turning her back on the kneeling Haruri.

The silver-haired woman strode forward.

The Berserker, like a retinue protecting a flower, let out a low roar worthy of being passed down for eternity to escort her departure.

At the same time, downtown, a cheap hotel.

Nine men and women in plain suits, utterly out of place in the setting, were sprawled out in the hallway.

They were members of a group called Zugzwang.

Zugzwang was a magus organization born from the Einskaya family of Eastern Europe, originally belonging to the prestigious Yggdmillennia family based in Romania.

For centuries, they had been tasked as a cleanup crew, responsible for dealing with pests that snooped around the Yggdmillenia family.

However, half a century ago.

The Yggdmillennia family used the Nazi Party to plunder the Greater Grail's foundation, only to have it seized by the United States, doing all the work for someone else.

After that battle, the Yggdmillennia family fell into decline.

Zugzwang was a faction that split off from the Yggdmillennia family and had now become a major mercenary organization.

They specialized in taking on all sorts of shady jobs.

As long as the money was right, they would accept any job.

Coincidentally, a client had recently commissioned them for a large sum of money, a job that even these mercenary organizations were interested in.

——To seize a Master's identity in Snowfield City and participate in the Holy Grail War.

They gathered various pieces of information, discovered the whereabouts of a Master, and followed them all the way to the hotel.

As a result, they didn't even see the Master.

They were taken care of by something disguised as one of their own.

"I see, you used a rather interesting magecraft. I didn't expect you to become the king of the group by transferring your Magic Crest. Heh, is this what you call an inexplicable twist of fate…"

The man disguised as the leader of the Zugzwang group murmured as he gazed at the mercenaries lying on the ground.

A calm voice came from another man behind him:

"Indeed. Berserker, your abilities are outstanding. They didn't suspect a thing from start to finish.

With abilities like yours, we can easily infiltrate anywhere, even assassinate enemy Masters directly."

This man was also wearing a sharp suit.

He was also one of those seeking the Holy Grail.

Having heard about the Holy Grail War a few years ago,

After receiving sponsorship from some magus families, the man used them as a springboard to transfer to Snowfield City and throw himself into the Holy Grail War.

This magus killer's name was Kiritsugu Emiya.

Before the first night of the Holy Grail War.

He had already summoned his own Servant.

The legendary murderer, Jack the Ripper.

His unique skill, [Thousand Faces], allowed Jack to transform into anyone.

While transforming, he could also mimic the personality of the person he was transforming into, as well as read the surface memories of the person he was imitating.

If the transformation lasted long enough.

He could probably even read deep memories.

Historically, no one had ever discovered Jack the Ripper's true face, and people's guesses about Jack varied.

A doctor, a prostitute, a butcher, a madman, a demon.

No single explanation could convince the world, and people had different opinions on the matter.

And this led to the fact that no one knew who Jack the Ripper really was.

Jack, who was summoned based on this concept.

He could "be anyone" or "be no one."

The ability of [Thousand Faces] was created from this.

It had to be said that in terms of being an assassin, Jack's compatibility with Kiritsugu was too perfect.

"It would be too rude to show any flaws in front of someone like me. I am, after all, a Servant, and I have the confidence to be one."

"I apologize, I didn't mean to blame you. Seeing your abilities with my own eyes, I couldn't help but want to praise you."

Kiritsugu tried to say it in a humorous tone.

But as an assassin, he wasn't very used to smiling.

Jack the Ripper was already familiar with his Master's personality.

He was just joking and didn't take it too seriously.