The Great Holy Grail War.
The match between Black and Red was postponed, but it will soon begin again.
"Hmm... I don't see Lancer."
"Right~? The meeting is about to start, I wonder where he is and what he's doing? Caster isn't here either."
"Uu..."
The remaining Masters and Servants gathered for the final pre-war meeting. Gord, the former Saber's Master, also attended since he still had one Command Spell left... but Vlad III and Avicebron, along with their Masters, did not come.
Chiron, feeling uneasy that they, who never break an appointment, were absent, first quickly drew his bow. Seeing this, Astolfo, whose reason had melted, also sensed something as a Paladin, and seeing those two, Fran also drew her mace...
Knock knock.
"What's that?"
Suddenly, a knocking sound was heard in the conference room. Thinking it might be a homunculus, Celenike, who was closest to the door, opened it...
Bang!!!
Chiron reacted quickly, firing an arrow at the thing that appeared from behind the door, shattering its head.
"Wh, what is that!?"
"Master! Fall back!"
Astolfo rushed to protect the panicking Celenike and swung his lance, destroying the legs of the monsters swarming out from behind the door and making them fall.
"This is... a vampire!?"
"Don't tell me, Lancer...?"
What appeared from behind the door were homunculi turned into vampires. Fran quickly broke a window and charged at the vampires to buy time.
"Aaaaaaa!!!"
Kabooooom!!!!
Her {Blasted Tree} (a Noble Phantasm of D-rank) was released, burning the homunculi, but more vampires came rushing in.
"Let's go quickly!"
"But what about Berserker!?"
"She's a homunculus, she won't turn into a vampire!"
Through his Eye of the Mind and God-given Wisdom, Chiron discerned that the vampires' power could even infect Servants. Trusting Fran, the only one who wouldn't turn due to being a homunculus, he quickly evacuated the Masters. There were already many vampires outside as well.
"So it is you after all... This, escaping won't be easy either... Dracula."
Vlad III was not there. What was there was merely a vampire, transformed by Darnic's 60-year obsession, craving the Grail.
"Go!"
Chiron quickly fired a rapid volley to deal with him, but Dracula moved at speeds exceeding sound to attack Chiron. Chiron deftly evaded by using the skills of other Servants, but soon golems appeared.
"Caster..."
"I made a promise. Even if the world becomes one of vampires, if my dream is realized, it will be no problem."
"You... are using your Master as a core..."
"Soon, it will awaken. I'll give you a chance to see it too, Archer."
"I'll pass."
Thud!!!
"Ugh!!"
"Yes... But Berserker, he is too much for you to handle."
It was Fran, who had dealt with the vampires and descended, but Chiron judged that just because she couldn't be infected didn't mean she could handle it with her power alone. At the very least, Dracula alone was a monster that required multiple Servants to face. And of all places, in his territory, Romania, Dracula's fame and terrain advantage boasted faith surpassing that of a god.
"Wait... who is that person...?"
Caules, who had finished preparing to escape on Astolfo's Hippogriff, saw a familiar face among the vampires...
"Oh dear, this will bring great calamity... Berserker, take her and go to them. I'll try to buy some time here."
"Ugh...?"
"Quickly."
"Ugh...!"
Since it was already a struggle just loading the Masters onto the Hippogriff, Chiron quickly subdued the woman among the vampire horde and handed her to Fran. Fran, carrying the woman on her back, quickly left the area. Then Chiron caught his breath and drew his bowstring.
"Let's see if I can hold out for a day."
"Hmm... The wind feels strange?"
Deirdre, spending a leisurely moment on a tree, felt strange as the wind direction suddenly changed oddly, and she spotted a girl running from afar.
"Isn't that Berserker? What's going on here?"
Deirdre spotted Fran running from afar and came down from the tree. Looking closely, there was someone being carried on her back...
"... What's going on now."
"Ugh, aah!"
"... Sorry, I can't understand what you're saying."
"Ugh... V, vampire! Infected, Black, doomed!"
"I understand... This is really, she went to meet the homunculus for a bit and comes back like this, what do we do..."
Chomp chomp....
The one being carried by Fran was Nessa. She had gone to meet the homunculi she befriended while infiltrating, only to become a vampire. Nessa, who kept biting Fran, a homunculus who wouldn't get infected even if bitten. The moment she spotted Deirdre, she lunged, but a tree rose in front of Deirdre, binding her.
"Sigh... This is driving me crazy."
Deirdre quickly called Fergus. The moment Fergus saw Nessa...
Thump...!
His fist clenched, and soon veins bulged visibly on his face. Anyone could tell he was enraged.
"... Untie her."
"Yeah."
Fergus was so angry he immediately switched to informal speech. Nessa immediately lunged at such Fergus and bit him...
"Ah... ah?"
Far from her teeth sinking into his tough, steel-like body, Nessa's teeth broke instead. True to being a vampire, they regenerated immediately, but no matter how much she bit, not even a scratch appeared. Fergus sighed...
"I know this isn't the situation, but since there's no way to turn her back, I'll have to at least make Nessa behave."
He then slung Nessa over his shoulder and went into the room.
"Ugh?"
"Don't worry about it. It's better not to know..."
"No, are you sure you 'heal' her with an injection? Sometimes I think even Fergus isn't in his right mind..."
Scáthach and Medb had a reaction of disbelief, anticipating what he might do.
"Explain the situation."
"Ugh, ugh!"
"I see... Then the Masters?"
Aífe, who had lived in the fairy realm, understood Fran's words and grasped the situation. Fran came to the White faction's side, while the Black Masters, since the Holy Grail War had collapsed, headed to the Red faction's side seeking temporary cooperation.
"If they are mages who value the concealment of mystery, they'll have no choice but to help."
"Why do things like this always happen in Holy Grail Wars..."
Medea judged that the Red faction would cooperate since, as part of the Clock Tower, they naturally had to stop the vampire incident, and Artoria lamented the reality that the Holy Grail War always turns into a mess.
"For the Great Holy Grail War to turn out like this... I think I understand why Fergus was summoned."
Since it's a war fundamentally flawed from the start, Jeanne keenly feels that she alone is insufficient as a judge.
"Ooh, a great oppressor, is it! This Spartacus's muscles are trembling!"
"Can we go too?"
"Yeah, I think we should. But... this one seems particularly dangerous."
"You wait quietly at home, Reika."
Spartacus's eyes shone at the oppressor named Dracula, and Jack took out her knives and grinned. Scáthach told Reika to stay home, and about 10 minutes passed... Fergus came out of the room.
"Now, let's go quickly."
"... Huh?"
Jeanne was surprised to see the woman clinging to Fergus's side... She was Semiramis.
"Nessa, return to your original form now."
"Aah..."
At Fergus's words, the woman, blushing and smiling while showing her sharp fangs, returned to Nessa's appearance.
"You re-trained her with the 'meat staff,' huh?"
"Shut up, Medb... Anyway, we have one job. Subjugate Dracula. If we kill him, all except the Servant-level vampires will disappear. So, we take him out first."
"Um... what on earth was that form just now?"
"... Nessa likes to transform while doing it."
"Ah, yes... I suppose this is what you call immorality..."
Nessa was the type who enjoyed transforming into various women while having relations with Fergus, and even as a vampire, that instinct remained.
"Is she okay now?"
When Medea reached out her hand to Nessa, Nessa's eyes changed and she tried to bite her. Medea hurriedly pulled her hand back, and Nessa's teeth clashed in the air. Fergus stroked Nessa's head as she growled, and Nessa rubbed her face against his cheek like a girl in love.
"She's only fine with me, so please don't approach Nessa... If she gets away from me, she'll probably return to Dracula's control."
"Ah, yes..."
"... Come to think of it, there's a version of Fergus, right? The 'Ruler of Lust,' where he reigned as a Lust King who sexually trained and dominated not only Ulster women but women all over Erin."
"That's a story manipulated by the Connacht bastards and a fabrication made up by medieval perverts..."
Fergus spoke as if troubled by Medb's words. Internally, he was also worried that such tales might label him an innocent monster... Now that he was a Servant, he was worried that a Servant from such tales might appear.
"Then, let's go. To Yggdmillennia."
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