Jesus: What do I think? I'm watching while sitting down.
The above was just Souya's own fantasy. Of course, if you were to really ask if Jesus truly existed in this world, his answer would definitely be yes. After all, the Stigmata on the back of his neck was excellent proof. As for whether it was just a scar? He just wanted to say you're invincible. After all, whose scar would turn you into a superman, and would faintly ache when you make a dark joke about Jesus, and would make you feel remorse and shame deep in your heart?
It was as if Jesus was saying: I give you my gaze and my power, yet not only do you not respect me, you even make a dark joke about me. How can you be so selfish! Ptooey! Ptooey!
Anyway, after that, he never dared to make a joke about his Lord again, for fear that if he was unhappy, he would take back the Stigmata.
But if you were to say whether the Lord would keep staring at him and listening to his inner thoughts, he felt that was unlikely. After all, as everyone knows, the Jesus in the Type-Moon worldview was a big slacker. He would only eat, sleep, and then go to the pier to get some fries. At most, he would pay attention to what color underwear his saintess was wearing today.
Anyway, he felt that if he could really get Saint Jeanne, nothing major would probably happen. After all, if the Lord really cared about these things, that damn Sieg wouldn't have been able to get her so easily.
On the whole, he accepted the fact that he had come to the world of Fate/Apocrypha very quickly. After all, it wasn't a certain American Holy Grail War, where the fiercest fighting was just between Servants and magi, and not like the US government directly deploying a legion of "Fat Man" and "Little Boy" to give the entire Snowfield city a high-energy baptism.
Besides, he was also confident in his own strength now. Counting the Subcategory Holy Grail Wars he had supervised, the number of times he had fought with Servants was not small. Although he was not yet strong enough to fight top-tier Servants like Karna, Achilles, or Siegfried, he was more than enough to deal with Servants like Jack the Ripper.
Thus, after learning from the Church that he would be going to Romania as a substitute supervisor with his big brother Amakusa Shirou, he packed his luggage early. And tonight was his last night before setting off for Romania.
The thought of the characters and stories he had only ever seen in anime being presented before his eyes filled his heart with anticipation.
With that restless and beating heart, and under the soothing chirping of the cicadas outside the window, he slowly fell into a dream.
However, although his surface consciousness had fallen asleep, his deeper thoughts were awakened. Like a person who had sunk into water returning to the shore, his consciousness, after a period of blurry darkness, became active again.
But what appeared before his eyes was no longer the deep brown wooden room of the hotel with its European style, but a vast expanse of white, as if enveloped by a thick fog. And in the white, nine white marble paths extended from under his feet into the distance.
If an ordinary person were to face this scene, they would probably be shocked and wonder if they had been kidnapped or had encountered a strange event. But he was extremely calm, and could even be said to be skilled. Without any hesitation, he bent his legs and sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to meditate.
Clearly, this was not the first time he had come here. Or rather, since he had crossed over to this world, he would come to this place every night, and this was clearly his dream.
At first, he thought he had crossed over again, and then he thought this was his golden finger. But no matter how he explored, he didn't get anything useful. In this white world, besides the nine marble paths under his feet, there was nothing else. He had also tried to leave and explore this world, but no matter how he walked, he seemed to be just treading on the spot. In his perception, he felt he had walked a long way, but before his eyes were still the nine paths under his feet. And he had also walked these paths, but he couldn't take even a single step on any of them. Over time, he gave up exploring here and just sat on the spot to meditate, waiting for his consciousness to wake up in the real world.
He had persisted in this for a full 20 years.
Time flowed like water, second by second. After sensing that he was about to wake up, the meditating Souya opened his eyes. He took one last look at these nine paths that extended into the white, with no scenery in sight, and then his consciousness gradually became blurry and began to return to his body.
For some reason, he always had a premonition that one day he would walk all nine of these paths. And these paths also seemed to be a part of his body. When he had walked to the end of all nine paths, perhaps he could become a truly complete him. Or perhaps that would be the day he became a "saint."
After waking up, he had no intention of lazing in bed. He deftly completed the process of washing up, then picked up his weapon case, which contained a few Black Keys and the weapons issued to Executors by the Church, and headed for Fiumicino Airport. There was a direct flight to Romania waiting for him.
It was worth mentioning that, compared to the Mages' Association, which looked down on modern technology and still maintained the idea that magic was a being that surpassed everything, the Holy Church's acceptance of modern technology was extremely tolerant. In their view, whether it was magic or modern firearms, they were just tools for spreading the will of God and dealing with heretics.
For example, in the process of dealing with heretics, he would use both magic bullets that destroyed the enemy's life force and sniper rifles to kill enemies from a distance. No matter which method, it didn't stop him from sending the other party to hell while shouting Hallelujah.
He arrived at the airport without any obstruction, boarded the plane, and with an undisguised excitement, followed the guidance of the accompanying staff to retrieve a black briefcase from the plane's safe. He had rushed to the airport as soon as he woke up, not even having time to enjoy a local Italian breakfast. The reason was because of this case in his hand. To be precise, the item inside the case.
If you were to participate in a Holy Grail War, what should you prepare?
Besides a few special cases, like needing to bring a bulletproof vest in the Fourth War, that would undoubtedly be a holy relic.
The use of a holy relic need not be said much. And as mentioned before, his current department in the Holy Church was the Eighth Sacrament Assembly, which was responsible for managing and collecting holy relics. So not long ago, he had specially applied for a batch of spare holy relics. Their quality was naturally much stronger than those in the Subcategory Holy Grail Wars he had supervised before.
And the holy relic in this black case was, after his careful selection and detailed consideration of the various factors of this Great War in Romania, undoubtedly the best holy relic.
That was, the legendary fairy consort and witch from the British Arthurian legends, the Lady of the Isle who had captured the hearts of countless Type-Moon fans, Morgan.
The reason he chose Morgan was very sufficient. First, as Amakusa Shirou's little brother, he was of course a Servant of the Red side. And among the seven Servants of the Red side, the Assassin class had been directly reserved for the Empress by Amakusa Shirou, so there was naturally no need to fight for it. And the Lancer-class Karna and Rider-class Achilles were extremely powerful fighters, so of course there was no reason to replace them. As for the Archer-class Atalante, he admitted that he had no resistance to this cat-eared huntress. With his obsession of having both her Archer and Berserker versions at max bond in FGO, she was naturally a pass.
As for the remaining Saber, Caster, and Berserker classes, to be honest, his purpose in coming to Italy this time, besides cleaning up some heretics who dared to make small moves under the Church's nose, was also to obtain the holy relic of the Saber-class Servant he had envisioned, His Majesty Nero. In the end, he did manage to get a half-broken piece of a statue that was said to be Nero's favorite in her lifetime. But after repeated consideration, he still gave up the idea of summoning His Majesty Umu in the Saber class, and just left it for next time. After all, whether it was in terms of strength or his personal factors, he quite liked the original Saber-class Mordred. In addition, her Master, Kairi Sisigou, was one of the few Masters in Fate/Apocrypha that he had a good impression of, so after thinking about it, he still decided to leave Nero's holy relic for next time. Anyway, he hadn't even touched that big stone yet, so it was better to keep it safe in Rome first.
And the reason he chose Morgan, besides the fact that as a witch she had the possibility of being a Caster, and as a fairy consort she had the chance of being a Berserker, was because the original Red side's Caster was too useless. Right, Shakespeare?
Setting aside the fact that almost all the work he should have shouldered as a Caster was done by the Assassin-class Empress, just from the perspective of a single Servant, the strength Shakespeare could achieve was too low. Writer Heroic Spirits themselves had limited strength, and their combat style in a Holy Grail War was mostly to strengthen the Master himself or a familiar to fight.
In this great war, if Shakespeare were on the Black side, he might have been able to imitate Dumas from the American War and strengthen the homunculi of the Yggdmillennia clan to fight. But he was unlucky enough to be on the Red side, which was short of manpower. So in the original story, besides using his Noble Phantasm to harass Jeanne, Shakespeare was mostly a spectator, recording the story and enjoying himself.
Then he just planned to replace this guy. At that time, the Red side would have the Empress and Morgan for crowd control, and Karna and Achilles for fighting. How could they lose? It was a dragon riding their face, sir.
And now, since there was nothing to do on the plane, he might as well inspect the goods first. Open the case, open the case!
Slowly opening the black case, what came into his view was a piece of black, translucent silk veil. Staring at this veil, he could almost imagine that sexy and mysterious fairy consort standing on the castle, her deep blue, beautiful eyes looking through the veil at the land she had longed for, which should have been hers.
The King's sister...
He sighed. The quality of this veil was surprisingly high. He could even sense a faint trace of mysterious aura remaining on it. Without a doubt, this was a very high-quality holy relic. Using it could almost one hundred percent summon the Heroic Spirit associated with it.
Nice, as expected of the Holy Church. Church products are always top-quality.
He slowly reached out his hand and couldn't help but touch this veil. Almost at the moment of contact, a sudden sound echoed in his mind—
"DING!!!!"
This damn sound is...
[Crossing the long river of time, even if I am in a distant land, I will eventually meet you!]
[You've been waiting for a long time, haven't you, Host? Your faithful partner, reliable golden finger, the system that will guide you forward is here!]
[Let us march towards the stars and the sea together!!! My host!]
At this time, his face was one of astonishment. His consciousness changed rapidly, and the plane cabin before his eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by the nine paths that should have only existed in his dreams. And at this moment, the white mist on the first of these paths was gradually disappearing, a marble road that was visible to the naked eye leading straight into the distance.
"Holy shit, I heard the echo of the system!"
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