Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!
Chapter 560: A story that all humans love

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: A story that all humans love

Meditative Sensitivity (Zabaniya)

The female assassin could use this Noble Phantasm to sense the flow of magical power and energy sources such as water, electricity, and wind. With that exceptionally keen sense, she could feel everything, whether man-made or natural, as if she were controlling a part of her own body. She used this power to find the location of the police station’s power supply.

Now, after destroying the power supply, the female assassin arrived at the location with the most concentrated and chaotic flow of magical power. This was the most spacious area in the police station, the lobby at the main entrance.

In the unlit lobby, the female assassin prepared to take the lives of the magi. However, Orlando and his group were not to be trifled with. Since the power supply was destroyed, they used light-source magecraft to restore the lighting. The moment the female assassin made her move, the lobby suddenly lit up, and the light shone on her!

The female assassin’s first thought was to retreat into the darkness and enter spirit form. However, she was no match for the speed of light.

"What...?"

In an instant, Orlando saw the female assassin in the light. He immediately recognized that she was a Servant. If a participating Master directly saw a Servant participating in the Holy Grail War, they could obtain some degree of "information." It was in the form of a page of a magical book or a piece of parchment appearing in their mind, optimized according to their own consciousness.

Information such as the true name was, of course, impossible to obtain, but they could read rough physical abilities or some characteristics unless the Servant had the ability to conceal their identity. Otherwise, it was impossible to hide this basic information. To do the above, there was a major prerequisite: the Master had to be a magus. Otherwise, seeing a Servant was useless, and they couldn’t read their basic stats at all.

In a short second, Orlando thought of various possibilities, one of which was Richard’s confession speech. Perhaps a Master had seen this on TV and had the idea of eliminating the enemy. He thought that another Master had sent the female assassin.

While Orlando was thinking, Father Hansa suddenly interjected, "Is that your Servant? Director."

As soon as Father Hansa said this, the female assassin’s gaze immediately turned to Orlando.

"You bastard...!"

Orlando glared at Hansa. He saw the faint smile on Father Hansa’s face and knew that this guy was retaliating for being threatened earlier.

After Father Hansa’s words, the female assassin judged that Orlando was a key figure in this Holy Grail War. Being able to hold the important position of police chief and setting up so many magical barriers in the station, anyone could see that Orlando’s identity was not simple.

Even if the guess is way off, at the very least, he’s a participant in the Holy Grail War.

That’s the reason why the female assassin is trying to kill him.

"Let..."

The female assassin de-spiritualized on the third floor of the hall.

She locked onto Orlando in the center of the hall.

Whoosh—!!

Just as she was about to make her move, an arrow containing immense magical power rapidly approached her.

At the critical moment, the female assassin quickly contorted her joints.

She narrowly dodged the attack.

If it weren’t for the powerful perception granted by [Meditative Sensitivity], she wouldn’t have been able to sense the arrow at all.

If she hadn’t dodged, the arrow would have pierced her heart without fail.

Looking at the arrow she successfully dodged.

It flew straight into the passage behind the female assassin, piercing and shattering several steel-reinforced concrete walls in one shot.

What’s certain is—

This arrow possesses considerable power; it’s an attack that could kill humans or ordinary Servants.

At the same time, in the dark shadows.

Moran used Hades’ authority to conceal his presence and used the True Ancestor’s ability to hide in the female assassin’s shadow.

Possessing such god-level concealment abilities.

Even gods of the same caliber might not be able to detect him, let alone the mortals and Servants present.

Moran observed the actions of everyone in the hall.

His eyes gleamed with amusement.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Was that arrow shot by a mortal? Even a Rank 7 Dead Apostle would feel pain from that...

But, too bad, these hosts are too weak."

Moran’s gaze swept over the twenty-eight police officers.

He critiqued them like a gourmet.

The one who shot the arrow was a young woman wearing a police uniform.

On her back, she carried a quiver that didn’t match her uniform, and in her hand, she held a longbow that was as tall as herself instead of a handgun or baton.

—Indeed, it was a Noble Phantasm.

The female assassin recognized the female police officer holding the longbow as a Servant the moment she saw it.

But, just as she was certain of this.

Another chill was closing in on her.

"Hmph—!!"

The attacker was a black police officer.

He stepped forward, holding a razor-like Noble Phantasm in his hand, and swung it horizontally at the female assassin.

The female assassin immediately did a backflip, rotating to the side.

She managed to dodge the attack in time.

Similarly, this razor was also a Noble Phantasm.

The female assassin was confused, but she kicked out at the black police officer without hesitation.

"Guuh!"

The black police officer used the razor to defend himself.

However, he was still kicked deep into the passage.

This time, confusion still appeared in the female assassin’s eyes; she didn’t feel the solid sensation of hitting a Servant.

It was like facing thorny cotton.

Although the opponent had the attack power to hurt her, their body was so fragile that she could easily kill them.

It was almost like... a mortal?

This scene was also seen by Moran, who was hiding in the shadows.

"Tsk tsk, although they have the support of Dumas’s counterfeit, it’s not easy for mortals to surpass the real thing, is it?

Just like when Heracles accomplished the Twelve Labors, and the Argonauts crossed the vast ocean, unless you do that much, a counterfeit can’t become the real thing."

Moran said meaningfully.

However, the gleam of amusement in his eyes didn’t fade.

From this, it could be seen that he still had expectations for these mortals and wasn’t disappointed by a little setback.

These mortals can fight the female assassin.

More of them rely on the performance of the Noble Phantasms bestowed by Dumas.

However, if they want to further exert the power of the counterfeit, these mortals must also write their own stories.

And integrate it into the counterfeit Noble Phantasm.

Thereby allowing the counterfeit to transform into a genuine product that is difficult to distinguish from the real thing.

Moran is very interested

The story of the weak defeating the strong may be cliché, but isn’t this also the story format that humans have loved the most since ancient times?

The hero defeats the demon king, the revolutionary overthrows the tyrant, the patriot resists the invaders, humanity bids farewell to the gods... There are too many such stories in history.

People mostly yearn for the weak to defeat the strong.

As a spectator, Moran also likes these kinds of stories.