"You! A scholar may be killed, but not disgraced! Since you've defeated me, do with me as you please, whether kill or torture! So, could you please put me down! My legs are aching!"
Drake was furious. Not because she lost, but because they'd captured her and then just left her there.
Her legs were tied straight, almost in a full split, a position so exhausting she couldn't hold it for long.
"Mash, are you okay?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka had by now reached Mash, who was still tangled in the Chains of Heaven. Mash shook her head, sat up, glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka, and then dizzily said,
"M-Master, why do you have two heads?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "..."
Mo Shuying and Child Gil jumped down. Child Gil covered his head, tears welling in his eyes.
"Let them all down," Mo Shuying said.
Child Gil pouted and waved his hand, sending pirates dropping one by one to the ground with heavy thuds.
*THUD!*
"Ow! My butt! That hurts!"
Drake was also put down, but her round bottom hit the ground first, seemingly taking a hard fall.
Mo Shuying took a step, instantly appearing before Drake. Drake felt a shadow suddenly fall over her, and she sharply looked up to see Mo Shuying's slightly smiling face.
"What are you looking at?!" Drake snapped, her words instantly challenging and confrontational. Her temper, surviving in this Age of Discovery, was truly a miracle.
"Looking at you. Do you have a cup? Hand it over. Don't make me take it myself." Mo Shuying gave Drake a knowing look. Drake gritted her teeth, frowning, and angrily said,
"Since you won, it's all yours! Take it!!"
Drake reached to her chest, and a ripple spread. She pulled out a golden Holy Grail.
"Hmph, this treasure is amazing. As long as I want, it can continuously pour out fine wine and food. It's practically a navigator's divine artifact! But the victor takes all, so now it's yours."
Such was pirate logic—the winner took everything, including the loser's body.
If Mo Shuying had suggested something else interesting for Drake to do at that moment, Drake wouldn't have resisted much.
But unfortunately, Mo Shuying was an absolute straight man. He sighed and looked back at the three behind him. If it weren't for them...
"Here, take it." Mo Shuying tossed the Holy Grail to Mash, who hastily caught it, her eyes filled with immense joy.
"We got the Holy Grail already? That's great! The anomaly in this Singularity is about to be fixed!"
Mash was about to put the Holy Grail into her shield's storage space when Mo Shuying spoke.
"Not necessarily."
"Huh?" Mash looked confused. Just then, Dr. Roman's voice rang out.
"That's likely the case, Mash. The anomaly in this Singularity didn't disappear after you obtained the Holy Grail. It's probable that the Holy Grail in your hand isn't the one Lev placed here."
Holy Grails weren't unique. The Holy Grail Lev placed was an outsider, but this world also had its own similar items, which were manifestations of the world's will and possessed miraculous power.
"So, this is the original Holy Grail of this world?" Mash understood. In that case, even taking this cup back wouldn't have the desired effect.
"Um, Miss Drake, may I call you that?" Mash approached Drake with the cup. She wasn't angry about Drake shooting her; her tone was gentle.
"Of course, beautiful lady. Whatever you say now goes." Drake nodded.
"Alright then, could you tell us where you got this cup?" Mash pointed to the Holy Grail in her hand.
"This? Oh, it was a while ago. I was sailing the Golden Hind through a certain sea area when I found it. It was originally enshrined in a temple. I thought it was pretty, so I snatched it from a not-very-friendly guardian. I remember… that guardian even said he was Poseidon. So ridiculous, what kind of god is that weak?"
Drake spoke casually. Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka exchanged glances, suddenly admiring the guts of this formidable woman.
"It seems this world's Holy Grail chose you, Miss Drake. Now, we're returning this cup to you." Mash handed the Holy Grail to Drake, ready to shake hands and make peace. They didn't really have any deep-seated animosity, so there was no need to remain hostile.
Drake took the cup with a surprised expression, a bit bewildered by the situation.
"You're really giving it back to me? That's great! I was actually quite reluctant to part with it. Now it's fine~ I'll have endless delicious wine to drink again!"
Drake was happy, but her reason for happiness seemed a little off.
Just then.
"Hm? We have guests."
Child Gil turned to look behind Drake, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The words had barely left his mouth.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Two pirates screamed and rushed over. They were the reinforcements Drake had sent for.
"You two!"
Drake turned to see his subordinates, and just as he opened his mouth, suddenly!
"Swoosh!!"
A massive, blood-red axe suddenly flew rapidly! It chopped through several large trees! It was about to land on one of the pirates!
"Clang!"
A golden spear suddenly appeared, blocking the blood-red axe and saving the two pirates.
"Boss! Boss! That monster is chasing us!"
The two pirates scrambled and cried as they crawled to Drake. Everyone looked into the forest to see a terrifyingly powerful man reach out and recall his axe. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at them, growling as he approached!
"He's—"
"No doubt about it, this aura, it's a Servant, and a Berserker!"
Dr. Roman frantically searched through data. Give him a few minutes, and he could find information on this Heroic Spirit!
"Eric Bloodaxe, Berserker, former Viking king, a demon who murdered his entire family. The axe in his hand is his Noble Phantasm, made from materials of a monster he once killed. It seems the monster's power is still alive and requires regular blood sacrifices to maintain."
Child Gil rattled off Eric Bloodaxe's information in one breath, leaving Dr. Roman's finger suspended in the air, his expression quite something.
"How did he end up here?!"
Mash raised their shield, ready to fight. Child Gil frowned, took a few glances, then shook his head.
"Can't tell. He seems connected to the Holy Grail we're looking for."
Child Gil's Star of Omniscience and Omnipotence was obstructed by the fog; only in such face-to-face situations could he discern some information.
"The opponent is a Berserker, so communication is almost impossible. Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Little Director spoke up at that moment. As soon as the words left their mouth, Eric Bloodaxe charged towards them! His aggressive demeanor showed no sign of wanting to chat.
And so.
"I hate this guy."
Mo Shuying bumped his fists together and started walking forward, clearly preparing to make a move.
Child Gil glanced at Mo Shuying and asked, "Why? Do you two have a history?"
Mo Shuying shook his head.
"Then why?"
Mo Shuying: "Because the horns on his head look like a bun!"
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