Type-Moon Assassination Fist 141

Type-Moon Assassination Fist 141

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 141 Witch’s Betrayal

“My family has been members of the Mage’s Association for years now, and this time participating in the Holy Grail War is also betting on my reputation, unlike the last time with El-Melloi where I just went along with it half-heartedly. This time, I must win. After all, the investment stakes are different.”

Atlam leaned back against a soft and luxurious sofa, flanked by two beautiful women dressed in revealing outfits. Around him were several men and women of varying nationalities, some standing and others sitting on sheepskin rugs or white marble floors.

Not surprisingly, being from the Middle East, Atlam was a wealthy playboy who surrounded himself with the best of the best, each representing different countries and cultures.

Among these beautiful women, there stood a Monster in the center.

Wearing a purple-and-blue striped cloak and a long purple robe, her face was obscured by the hood. From what could be seen of her face, she had blue hair, smooth skin, and no neck. She looked like the mysterious witch from legend.

The Monster spoke in a calm tone: “If money can buy titles and glory, why not?”

If the answer was negative, wouldn’t the person in front of her feel annoyed?

The Monster smiled slightly, replying: “As long as it’s usable strength, whether noble or common, it’s your strength. If you have enough money, using wealth as a weapon and formulating a strategy is only natural.”

However, the Monster’s flattery didn’t please Atlam; he felt insulted instead.

While others might not mind being complimented like this, the Monster standing before him was known for her reputation as a Witch and a renowned Magus. Being praised for relying on wealth to wage war was an affront to her skills as a Magus.

“Don’t misunderstand me,” Atlam said with a smirk. “As a Magus, I’ve already prepared to suppress other masters. Come and see the evidence.”

Atlam waved away the surrounding beauties and prepared to showcase his skills as a Magus.

He thought they would be impressed by his creativity, if not his abilities.

With that in mind, Atlam and the cloaked Monster entered the elevator to reach the temporary workshop.

Inside was a massive open space with a circular platform at its center. Around the platform were six glass cylinders, each about a meter tall, containing small humans sitting cross-legged inside.

The bottom of the glass cylinders had pathways leading to the middle of the room and an ancient cylinder above.

“This… is a workshop?”

“No, it’s not. My family has been using ‘Price’ to generate Mana for years now, relying on ‘Living Sacrifice,’ a primitive curse. This workshop, however, is more modern and efficient—a system I’ve designed myself.”

The ancient Witch had never seen such an efficient Mana-generating system. After all, he was just a primitive man without the legendary Blessing of the Magi.

“I’ll show you one like this,” Atlam said with a grin.

He gestured for his assistant to start the process.

The assistant, dressed in what looked like protective gear, typed a few commands on a tablet. The system began running as soon as he did.

With Energy injected, the circular base of the dish begins to glow, and a transparent liquid is injected into the glass cylinder.

The liquid rises in the cylinder, passing over the small body sitting inside. It gradually ascends to the top before a blue light flashes by. The small figure inside the glass cylinder disappears completely, leaving only murky gray liquid behind.

Then, the water level in the glass cylinder begins to drop, and the liquid flows through the pipe like the central column.

Above the central pillar, a massive mana generator begins charging. A brilliant light beam is fired from it and hits the center of the column.

“Oh……”

A whirlwind appears, and a block of transparent crystal-like material is created at the top of the empty pillar, similar to how ice crystals form.

This is a highly condensed mana crystal, forged through the sacrifice of fresh life.

Atlam picks up the mana crystal from the column and exclaims: “How? Originally, it would take a month, but now it’s been forged in an instant. Plus, we don’t have to worry about the materials—they’re all imported from outside Fuyuki City.”

Behind him, a large glass window has a mechanical arm hanging above with over 100 small life forms.

……This is what Atlam prepared for the Holy Grail War to ensure his victory.

With this technique, the mana reserves are practically infinite. Even if the other six Magus combined their power, it wouldn’t match this level of mana!

“FundamentalUseless.”

The monster said in a dismissive tone: “To create such a low-quality crystal, you’d need to use life. That’s what even the lowest-level Magus would do.”

She walks forward and lightly presses her hand above the cylinder. A blinding wave of mana energy surges through it.

As soon as Atlam lowers his arm, he sees a massive mana crystal forming at the top of the column—its size is more than ten times larger than the one he recently created!

“What?! You…you did what? Why can you create mana out of nothing in an empty furnace?”

The scene before him defies Atlam’s understanding, shattering his pride in the Magecraft system.

The monster asks with a tone of casual curiosity: “What? For modern Magus like you, there really is nothing. The stage for creating mana is still one dimension away…one level apart.”

Without time to think about why the usually docile witch has turned traitorous, Atlam frantically asks: “Incantation…Incantation? To shorten the IncantationTime in this workshop, I designed this system myself. Forging an Incantation should only take three days and three nights.”

Incantation refers to the movements used in Magecraft to activate spells.

Incantations are divided into two types: engineering and sections. Engineering incantations can be completed instantly, while section incantations take time. The more complex the Magecraft spell, the more sections it requires, and the longer the Incantation, the higher its effectiveness.

A single movement is an Incantation like “finger use,” “teeth clicking,” or “body moving.” This is the shortest Incantation, capable of being activated in an instant.

A section is a chanted Incantation. Even if it’s said quickly, the shortest Incantation still takes at least one second to activate. Two sections would take two seconds, three sections three seconds, and so on. Each added section extends the Incantation by about one second.

Atlam uses a ritual called Incantation to refine herself, which requires a month of preparation just for the prelude. To complete the refinement, she needs three consecutive days of Incantation.

Sacrificing ‘Price’ reduces the time to an instant, but now there are people who can perform this ritual without any preparation—just one gesture and even a single section of Incantation is unnecessary. The power they generate exceeds that of the workshop refinement by tenfold!

This left Atlam both surprised and puzzled.

“For me, Magecraft isn’t about needing Incantation; it’s just giving a command.”

Perhaps sensing Master’s fear and shock, the monster growled in a changed tone: “Even if I’ve done something excessive, please stop this meaningless workshop. Abusing Life is a bad strategy. As someone who uses Magecraft, you can’t ignore workshops that are out of balance.”

However, the monster didn’t notice Atlam’s increasingly grim expression as she listened to its advice.

“Hmph, are you lecturing me?”

The dangerous tone made the monster realize it was out of line. It bowed and said: “No, this is just a servant’s suggestion. I hope you’ll take it seriously.”

Atlam’s eyes flickered with growing frustration.

Her most proud trait had been so easily dismissed, and now she was forced to listen to the victor’s opinion.

“What? Is this a gift?”

But it’s only a witch!

“Honestly, I guess I don’t understand servants at all. I command with Command Spell……” He raised his right hand, marked with a strange red pattern, and gave an order to the person before him.

“Master, you……”

“……don’t use your Noble Phantasm on me!”

Hmph!

A surge of Mana swept through the area, causing one-third of the red pattern on Atlam’s hand to disappear. At the same time, a Magecraft Contract with extreme possessive power began affecting the monster, binding it to follow orders.

Command Spell.

It is a Magecraft crystal floating above her body, a special product of the Holy Grail War. Possessing grants servants absolute obedience, and Master-exclusive marks. The appearance of the Holy Grail gives Magus who become Masters some omens, such as Saint’s Marks. Command Spell originates from this transformation.

After giving an order to the person before him using Command Spell, Atlam coldly said: “If a witch sneaks up and betrays me, she won’t get away with it.”

The witch was still shocked by Master’s sudden betrayal. Without any resistance, Atlam harshly punched her to the ground.

After that, things became clear: a witch who couldn’t gain Master’s trust even had no freedom of movement. If she acted on her own, it would be seen as betrayal!

But once their relationship begins to break down, there’s no way to regain trust. Especially since the witch is burdened with the name ‘traitor,’ who else would truly trust her?

After teaching the witch a lesson, Atlam rushed straight to Fuyuki Church.

He wants to replace the servant, as Caster is too dangerous. It’s impossible to leave her back exposed in this situation, and winning this war would be difficult.

Church, Auditorium’s bench.

Supervisor Kotomine Kirei sits on a chair, listening to Atlam’s request.

“So you’re saying you can’t handle Caster?” A deep voice carries a hint of mock laughter. Kotomine Kirei asks this with a blank expression.

Atlam has asked for something from him, and he doesn’t seem to care, gesturing dismissively: “It’s not about Ability; it’s about trust. That woman and our fundamental values are fundamentally different. She’s the kind of woman who could establish Magecraft with just a wave of her hand, and for that woman, a human life is no more than a piece of paper.”

A sarcastic remark—what truly constitutes an abuse of life?

Kotomine Kirei remains expressionless, hiding his true thoughts.

“You know what I mean? That woman burned down the entire city just for her lover. You can’t trust her.”

“That’s how it is. Your view of Princess Medea (Caster) seems to be that you listen to the opinions of the participating masters, which is your responsibility, and since you’re from the Mage’s Association as a mediator, now five Masters have been chosen by the Holy Grail, and two more spots are still open.”

“You’re serious? Can you make a contract with a new servant?” Atlam stands excitedly and moves to stand beside Kotomine Kirei.

Kotomine Kirei smiles faintly: “While there’s no precedent, it’s not impossible.”

“But before that, you can’t do anything to the servant you summoned.”

Atlam confidently says: “Even if her Magecraft is beyond compare, she’s just a manipulative fox woman who lures men with her charm. I’ve already made my preparations.”

“But just in case…”

Atlam pulls out a letter from his chest and hands it to Kotomine Kirei.

“Give this letter to lacner’s master. It’s necessary for the level of cooperation we’re dealing with.”

“What is that?” Kotomine Kirei holds the envelope, looking suspiciously at Atlam as he walks away.

With his back to Kotomine Kirei, Atlam waves dismissively: “Nothing much. Just a contract for the right to kill Caster. If lacner’s master agrees, I won’t need to waste my Command Spell.”

The sound of the Gate of Opening (Kaimon) closing echoes from the door.

In the flickering light of the candles, Kotomine Kirei’s face begins to distort. His throat betrays a suppressed laugh: “Hah!… Given to lacner’s master…”

Secret workshop.

Blue ManaFlame burns wildly, destroying the system used to create Mana Crystal. Corpses lie on the ground, their blood evaporated under high temperatures, leaving behind a strange taste.

When Atlam opens the door of the workshop, he sees this scene.

“What’s going on?” After a brief moment of panic, Atlam calms down and says.

In the Burning Rubble Open Space, there stands a familiar Figurecaster.

Caster hears this and turns around to say: “I made the decision on my own to demolish the workshop. If we’re going to make a base, I’ll take you to a more suitable place.”

A more suitable place? Of course, betrayal is betrayal. But it’s fine as long as there are Command Spells. Even caster wouldn’t have a way to counter them? This is a high-density ManaContract with Absolute command authority. Even the top-tier Saber, Lancer, and Archer classes (Saber, Lancer, Archer) can’t directly defy Command Spells.

So he confidently opened his mouth: “Demolishing it? Did you get my permission for that? Moreover, I remember there are more than fifty sacrifices in the auxiliary area. How many are there now?”

“Because they’ve become useless, so I set them free.”

“Oh… So what’s a more suitable place?”

Caster walks forward and says: “The center of the Holy Grail Ceremony, where the Great Holy Grail is resting, is a natural fortress that’s hard for servants to approach. If you obey me from now on, I’ll take you there, master.”

Finally, his true intentions were revealed, caster. You’re really just a half-baked dog. That’s as far as it goes.

“That won’t work. Medea (Caster), we’ll stop here.” Atlam raises his arm, which bears the Command Spell, and commands: “With my Command Spell, go to hell, caster!”

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