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

"It's already getting foggy…"

Moran looked up at the sky.

If ordinary people looked up with their naked eyes, they would only see the blue sky and pure white clouds.

But, in Moran's eyes.

The world was a completely different sight.

The entire sky was dyed black, as if spilled ink had flowed into the sky.

Even Servants might not be able to see it.

Only those with extremely strong perception and those who were highly sensitive to the aura of death could see this black fog covering the entire city.

"It seems that child has taken the Pale Rider to the next stage. As for what to do after that… let's just take it one step at a time."

Moran knew the essence of this black fog.

The Pale Rider was a conceptual Servant without a physical body.

Its essence was one of the planet's systems.

It was responsible for managing death on this planet.

But Moran didn't pay too much attention to it.

Because he had once transformed into the planet's retaliation system and knew the limitations of such beings.

It wasn't impossible to deal with it.

It was just that the current Pale Rider didn't have much of an impact on his side, and Moran didn't plan to mess with the actor.

His subordinates wouldn't be affected by the Pale Rider.

For now, he could leave it alone.

Moreover, this was a rare experience for Moran. He had never fought the planet's system itself before.

He had only become it.

The Holy Grail War had only just begun, and there was plenty of time. He wouldn't have to worry about not having the chance to fight it in the future.

"Moran, where are we going next?"

At this moment, another female voice spoke.

Moran's expression softened considerably: "Next, I'm going to visit an old friend of mine… Tiamat, I'll trouble you to come out with me for a bit."

The woman accompanying Moran was none other than the Primordial Mother, Tiamat, who had been awakened by Moran a month ago and had returned to the world.

As Moran said, she had simply taken a nap.

The millennia that had passed for humanity.

Compared to her subjective experience in the dream, it was only a fleeting moment, and this was thanks to the illusion magecraft cast by Moran.

"Meeting a friend? That sounds fun… If that's the case, then let's go! Mama will come too."

Tiamat took Moran's arm.

She was like a gentle and loving mother, yet also like a bird clinging to him.

The dignified and beautiful woman revealed such a childlike demeanor.

She was like an affectionate and adorable older sister, making Moran's heart flutter.

"Yes, let's go."

Moran smiled happily.

The anticipation of reuniting with an old friend and the joy of having a beloved woman by his side were truly wonderful.

He activated Water Mirror magecraft for teleportation.

After that, the two figures disappeared from the top of the building.

Snowfield, suburban factory district.

Deep in this suburban area, a meat processing plant stood quietly, as if using the surrounding huge factories as walls.

Perhaps because the nearby livestock industry was not thriving, it would not even operate depending on the season, and it was a processing plant whose existence was rarely known even to the residents of the city.

However, in the basement of this processing plant, there was an unknown side that had not applied for business registration.

Built in the underground space, which was larger than the occupied area, was a magecraft workshop located deep within several layers of barriers.

If the seemingly unrelated factories in the surrounding area were traced back to their origins, the operators would eventually be found to be related to the same organization.

——The Scladio Family.

The organization is a mafia family headed by Galvarosso Scladio, who is famous in the underworld for his cunning and sophisticated methods.

Although the Scladio family is an Italian mafia.

However, it is essentially different from the Sicilian Mafia, and they are deeply rooted in the United States.

The reason is that they protect and sponsor many magi.

Those who were defeated in family struggles.

In order to pursue the highest realm of magecraft, but went bankrupt due to lack of funds.

Those who were regarded as heretics and driven out of their original residences.

The Scladio family became sponsors of magi with various inside stories, supporting their activities.

Not only do they provide money, but they also exercise superficial power for them.

Even Washington, D.C. has a presence of the Scladio family, and they use these powers to protect magi.

This mafia family accepts almost anyone.

Even magi who had defected from the Mage's Association were absorbed and tolerated by the Scladio family.

The Scladio family does not ask magi for results.

No matter what kind of magical achievements the magi research, as long as they are unwilling to hand them over, the Scladio family will not ask any questions.

On the contrary, what do magi need?

The Scladio family will also supply it generously.

Over time, a group of magi who did not belong to the Mage's Association gathered and became deeply rooted in the Scladio family.

When someone wants to harm the Scladio family.

Many magi who are accustomed to this one-sided relationship believe that if they lose this environment, the road to the "root" that they regard as their goal will be closed.

For this reason, these magi will instead take the initiative to stand up and eliminate enemies for the Scladio family in order to defend their own interests.

Not to mention, even the United States is supporting it.

The United States has always hoped to be one step ahead of the Mage's Association and the Holy Church in the mysterious field, without being restricted by others.

Obviously, the Scladio family is the choice of the United States.

Up to now, the scale of the Scladio family is only slightly inferior to that of the Mage's Association and the Holy Church.

However, it is undoubtedly a behemoth in the United States.

This time, the Scladio family used its own political influence to gain the opportunity to participate in the Snowfield Holy Grail War.

The top leaders of the United States reserved a Master position for them.

——Bazdilot Cordelion.

He is the Master representing the Scladio family in the war, and also a pillar-level cadre in the family. He is known to the world as the Toxic Shark of Scladio, the Massacre Mage.

…

Inside a meat processing plant.

Bazdilot has completed the Heroic Spirit summoning.

From the shining magecraft circle, an Archer overflowing with immense divine energy appears.

He gazes intently at the group of suited thugs before him, and says:

"I implore you to answer my question, Magus…

–Are you to be my Master, the one who will grant me trials?"