"Old Man Hassan, it seems another Heroic Spirit who opposes the Lion King has descended. I'll go make contact this time. I hope this newly descended Servant is different from that black-clothed witch we met last time."
The Hassan beside him, wearing a white skull mask, nodded. Thinking back to the witch they had encountered before, even he, who was always calm, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. On reflection, that witch didn't seem to be a Servant, but the magic she used was definitely not an ability of their era, but something originating from the distant past. Could she be some old antique who has lived since ancient times?
Hassan shook his head, not wanting to dwell on the question. But fortunately, that witch seemed very displeased with the Lion King, so she probably wouldn't be an enemy to them, the resistance. At least, not for the time being.
"Well then... O Hero of Persia, I'll leave the task of contacting the new Servant to you. I also hope that Poison Mist and Computer can smoothly take care of one or two of the Round Table Knights. It would be best if they could eliminate that Lion King, before she recovers her strength."
(Author's Note: One of these two Hassans is from the game, though he dies upon appearing. The other is the Assassin from the Third Great Holy Grail War. That's right, his name is Computer.)
(TLNote: I wasn't able to find who is this Hassan of Computer. Translate to every site I knew and all translate him as Computer. I found on reddit that the assassin is the Midget Hassan, I'm not sure. Though search on google said "The Unnamed Puppet User's Servant, Assassin's true identity is Hassan-i-Sabbah. His activities during the Third Holy Grail War are largely unknown." So let's just use Computer for this assassin.)
Cursed Arm Hassan fixed his gaze on the pristine white city. According to their intelligence, not all of the Round Table Knights were guarding the Holy City. This time, Hassan of the Poison Mist and Hassan of the Computer would set up an ambush on the road back to the Holy City, attempting to eliminate a Knight of the Round Table. If the opportunity arose, they would sneak into that holy city and see if they could take out the Lion King.
Surrounding the holy city of New Camelot was a stretch of dilapidated city ruins. Those who wished to enter Camelot had to wait here for the Holy Selection. Beyond these ruins was a stretch of desolate land, with nothing but wind and sand. And beyond this near-barren circle were the ordinary towns that still stood. Although ordinary towns still existed, after a long period of war, they were already in ruins. However, they were still barely habitable. At the same time, these towns were the main bases of the resistance forces.
Because of the frequent resistance activities, even though the King's power had not yet recovered, she still had to give warnings to those who wished to rebel. The Knights of the Round Table were such an existence, and one particular knight was often dispatched for this purpose.
In an outer town here, two Hassans looked up, retracting their gazes from the clashing pillars of light from before. The faces beneath their masks broke into slight smiles. It seemed another Heroic Spirit who opposed the King had descended. This was a good thing. It meant that even if their own operation failed, it shouldn't affect the overall combat strength of their resistance forces. At worst, things would just remain the same. The two Hassans had a very clear understanding of their own place. They were not top-tier Heroic Spirits. This time, they had to face the legendary Knights of the Round Table. Even if the two of them fought together, they might not be a match, let alone against Knights of the Round Table who had received some mysterious blessing.
"Are you ready? By my count, that one should be arriving soon. The Knight of the Round Table who has killed so many of our comrades. Speaking of which, according to the legends, this knight should have betrayed the King. Why is she now so loyally helping that King?"
Hassan of the Computer listened to Hassan of the Poison Mist's words and gently shook his head. Who knew what these Round Table Knights were thinking? In their eyes, none of the knights who had descended this time were normal. "Whatever they're thinking, they are our enemies now. So let's not dwell on it. Take out one, that's one down. Have all the civilians been evacuated?"
Hassan of the Poison Mist nodded, gently tapping his mask. He took a puff from the pipe in his hand. "There are always some who are unwilling to leave, so I released a cloud of sleeping gas and knocked them all out. Then I had those children from the mountains carry them out one by one. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes you have to act first and report later." After all, they were assassins. Assassins have their own code, and they also have their own way of doing things. How could they be the same as those knights?
Furthermore, just as they had said in their conversation, not everyone would leave. The Lion King had not yet shown her iron fist and ruthlessness. The holy punishments had not yet fallen from the sky, so some people still clung to a sliver of unrealistic hope. Their will to resist the Lion King was not yet that strong. In the original storyline, by the time Chaldea arrived in this world, the people gathered outside were already those who had come from remote areas. Perhaps those who lived closer to the Holy City and knew the truth of the Holy Selection had already died. Of course, there were also some whose hearts were completely dead.
In terms of the timeline, although Aslan had arrived quite early, many of the large-scale wars had already concluded. Both the forces who believed in Allah and those who believed in the Lord had been defeated by the Knights of the Round Table. In these battles, it wasn't just soldiers who died, but also a large number of civilians. Very few of the people still alive had their families intact. For these people, whose relatives were all dead while they still clung to life, wasn't death also a form of release and salvation? At least they could return to the embrace of the Lord.
"What about those children from the mountains?"
"They've all left. They couldn't do much damage to those soldiers in full armor anyway. So it's just the two of us. Let's turn this place upside down."
Hassan of the Poison Mist took another drag from his pipe. The expression hidden beneath his mask was perhaps one of resignation, or perhaps melancholy.
"She's coming! [Zabaniya]!!"
A dense fog spread outwards, gradually beginning to conceal the dilapidated city. In this dense fog, the more one inhaled, the more easily one would be poisoned without realizing it. At the same time, the thick fog was also more suitable for an assassin to carry out an assassination.
At the same time, the Knight of the Round Table who had just entered this dilapidated city, preparing to return to Camelot to report, frowned. She then let out a cold snort. The armor on her shoulders re-formed, becoming a bull-headed helmet that covered her face. This helmet was also a Noble Phantasm and had a certain effect in blocking out the fog.
"Damn it! Looks like someone else wants to take a shot at us Knights of the Round Table. But that's just fine, this young master has energy to spare! One comes, I'll kill one. Two come, I'll cut down a pair!"