In the end, Li Zihan handed Emiya Kiritsugu three Command Spells, telling him to use them to warp Red A’s class. He also told him to bring plenty of money and wine before heading to the battlefield.

Brother Red A had been summoned under the Assassin class, and his stats were pitifully weak. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been hammered into an unrecognizable mess by a mere normal attack from the Mad Dog.

Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought they were watching some gaudy punk dressed as a big dog beating up a dyed-hair Shirou.

And the enemies they were about to face were the Saber team.

True Name: Miyamoto Musashi

Class: Saber

Strength: B

Endurance: B

Agility: B

Mana: E

Luck: B

Noble Phantasm: A+

Saber Miyamoto Musashi’s stats, class, and skills were all, on average, at a top-tier level. Her swordsmanship had reached the highest state of [Emptiness].

Her greatest feat of power was severing the trunk of the mammoth belonging to Ivan the Terrible, the king of the First Lostbelt. By staking her very Saint Graph, she had also forcibly shut the Void Hole—a window to Earth created by the ultimate Machine God, Chaos.

Although Miyamoto Musashi wasn’t a Grand Servant or a Beast, she was undoubtedly a top-tier Servant among the top-tier.

According to a certain Mushroom who subsists on lore settings, Aozaki Aoko, that half-baked magus, had a normal combat strength equivalent to Caster Medea. But if she called upon her future self to fight for her, her power would inflate all the way to thirty percent of the full strength of the UO candidate for Earth—the White Princess, Arcueid.

In other words, she would instantly jump to the level of a serious Gilgamesh.

If she truly went berserk, there was a real possibility she could sweep all seven Servants by herself.

For the Assassin-class Red A and Emiya Kiritsugu to face Miyamoto Musashi and Aozaki Aoko…

If they didn’t change Red A’s class and give him a buff, he wouldn’t even last more than a few rounds.

This was the sad reality of their situation.

Although, even with a buff, all he could do was endure the beating for a little longer.

All Li Zihan could do was advise Emiya Kiritsugu not to get fixated on fighting Aoko to the death, which would only make her go berserk and summon her future self.

He could only hope that Miyamoto Musashi—that sword saint who was easily swayed by money, good food, and fine wine in non-critical moments—would go easy on them for the sake of the delicious food and alcohol.

Rider had returned to Chaldea, and Archer and Berserker were taken out in one shot by the God-Slaying Spear.

“Hope they’ll be alright.”

Feeling that this battle was nearing its conclusion, Li Zihan offered a prayer for Red A and Emiya Kiritsugu, who had yet to even step onto the battlefield.

Now, only four Servants remained.

Caster Nursery Rhyme, Saber Miyamoto Musashi, Lancer Karna, and Red A, who had now switched to the Archer class.

All he had to do was win two more fights, and he could make off with the Holy Grail.

Li Zihan’s mood brightened considerably.

His next steps would be to establish Chaldea in the Honkai world, resolve the Green Otto’s five-hundred-year-old obsession, and then handle Kevin’s commission, all while scouting for a suitable world to settle down in.

Both the Type-Moon world and the Honkai world were rife with trouble, not exactly ideal places to live.

Feeling that he had a rather busy schedule ahead of him, Li Zihan was filled with motivation.

As for that contract about becoming Aoko’s hug pillow, he had never paid it any mind.

He’d just feed it to Beo.

“By the way, Host, are you planning to keep Archer or Berserker?” the system, which was utterly useless while its mission-issuing and transmigration functions were on cooldown, asked curiously.

Though its functions were pathetic, it at least had a bit of a brain and could understand Li Zihan’s thoughts.

Li Zihan himself, as the wielder of the Key of Binding, was a cage.

A cage that required no warden.

Whether it was Archer or Berserker, as mere Servants, they would be instantly neutralized the moment they entered the Stigmata that housed the Oath of Judah.

Wielding a weapon like the Oath of Judah, which was a specific counter to Heroic Spirits, Li Zihan was capable of sealing both Berserker and Archer at once.

However, Li Zihan hadn’t used the Oath of Judah to do so. Instead, he had chosen to have Karna restrain the imprisoned Servants.

The Host coveted the power of Archer or Berserker.

The system, remembering that Li Zihan had once schemed to get his hands on the Red Dragon of Britain—King Arthur—quickly figured this out.

“Golden-pika.”

Li Zihan spoke the name of Mushroom’s favorite son.

Berserker was strong; one could even say his close-quarters combat ability surpassed Karna’s.

However, that guy was likely in the state he was in right after his six-round massacre—a complete psychopath, impossible to communicate with.

In comparison, although Chuuni-Gil was foul-mouthed, arrogant, and a hedonist, he hadn’t yet had his brain rotted by the black mud. He was a character one could actually talk to.

But he was, after all, the King of Uruk.

A guardian who, even after seeing the fate of Uruk’s destruction, would still fight until the very last moment.

Uruk was destined to fall.

Unless the Quantum Time-Lock was destroyed and reshaped, this was an unchangeable event in the Proper Human History.

However, whether his kingdom perished in peace or was utterly destroyed by the mother goddess and her children—those were two different matters, were they not?

The Seventh Singularity, the Absolute Demonic Front.

In that Singularity, Uruk was facing an unprecedented crisis.

The young man, who had already planned to ask Zelretch to toss him into the FGO worldline after handling a few things, had a tranquil look in his eyes.

This was a multiple-choice question prepared for Gilgamesh.

Would he offer his own power as payment to have a not-so-reliable-looking fellow—who had even ordered Karna to kill him once—help the Uruk of another worldline escape the ravages of war and perish in peace?

Having prepared the choice for Gilgamesh, the young man stretched and walked out of his room in the Einzbern castle, planning to find something to eat.

Then, suddenly, countless golden spiritrons began to converge beside Li Zihan.

The handsome Son of the Sun God, holding his divine spear with a longbow slung across his back, began to materialize.

It was Karna.

“Master, Servants have arrived.”

Karna, with his powerful perception, dutifully reported the enemy’s presence.

“It is the Caster and Saber teams.”

“Well, that’s interesting.”

Li Zihan, who had been planning to go find them with the Assassin team later, raised an eyebrow and remarked.

Judging by Alice’s personality, she should have been more inclined to set up a magical territory and wait for her enemies to come to her.

This uncharacteristic move from Miss Alice was indeed quite interesting.

“Then, what are your orders?”

The Son of the Sun God, a Servant who was completely flawless aside from his terrifying mana consumption, inquired of his Master about the next plan.

“Of course, we fight them head-on.”

The young man, who was almost certain he couldn’t lose, chuckled, his voice cheerful.

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