The next day.
"By the way, what did we do last night? Why does my head hurt so much?"
"Hiss... seems like we had a holiday, went to a concert?"
"Concert...?"
"I feel like some bad memories are about to surface..."
"Did we work too long and become stupid? I seem to remember drinking."
"I remember! When I lost consciousness, I heard a super terrible! Super noisy voice!"
"Me too!"
"You too?"
"So we all did?"
After waking up, the people gathered together looked at each other, falling into silence.
...
Decisive Battle Conference Room.
Elisabeth was squatting in the corner drawing circles with a depressed face. Robin Hood and Billy the Kid watched her, snickering frantically.
If the two mocked her like this usually, she would probably have pounced on them long ago. But now, in a state of disappointment, she obviously didn't have this mood.
'Can the duration of one song actually be this long?'
Elisabeth sighed in her heart.
Although many people said her singing was terrible, she didn't expect that before even finishing one song, all ordinary listeners would fall into silence.
"Two Masters? You came too?"
Ignoring Elisabeth's condition, Takumi discovered two existences that surprised him more, so he greeted them decisively.
Scáthach and Li Shuwen stiffened all over, looked at each other, and sighed.
Considered defeated by Takumi.
How could there be such a disciple with no sense of boundaries?
"That's right."
Li Shuwen crossed his arms, acting cool.
"After all, the decisive battle is almost here. I came here to help in the first place. Being absent at this time would be too stupid."
Scáthach said helplessly.
Wait, did I forget something?
Li Shuwen nodded supportively listening to Scáthach, but suddenly remembered an important thing.
What did I come here for? Hit by the disciple's talent, then messed up by some weird singing to the point of slight mental disorder, so much so that I even forgot my original purpose...
"—I just hope there will be a decent opponent to fight me in the end!"
Li Shuwen clenched his fist fiercely, expression ferocious.
Current him: hands itching unbearably, longing to fight!
"Uh, there will be a chance, there will be a chance..."
Takumi looked at Li Shuwen who wished he could perform a set of Bajiquan on the spot, scratching his head with a sheepish smile.
...
"Cough cough—!"
Looking at the somewhat noisy Servants doing their own things, Edison (President Lion) finally couldn't bear it anymore, coughed twice fiercely, and slammed the table.
Do you guys take me, the Great President, seriously or not!
Attracted by Edison's commotion, everyone in the room shifted their gazes to this person with lions hidden in his eyes.
"Cough cough, although a small accident happened yesterday, I still have to solemnly announce—the Decisive Battle Meeting begins now!"
Edison coughed lightly twice to relieve embarrassment, then said seriously with hands behind his back.
"Then let me explain the current situation."
Helena patted the "blackboard" she made and said.
"Because some people were not present when we discussed yesterday, let me briefly say it again. The current Celtic army is marching towards us from both north and south directions."
"So to block them, we also have to divide troops and launch attacks in two directions simultaneously. If we lead the army to set off now, we will probably engage the opponent's army formally around 11 a.m."
"Everyone understands this point, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"In other words, we now need to allocate who should lead the teams on both sides, right?"
Robin Hood raised his hand and asked.
"Correct..."
"No need to be so troublesome."
Helena just nodded when Takumi interrupted her.
"Hah?"
Everyone cast puzzled gazes at Takumi.
"I investigated with [Revelation]. Cú Chulainn is in the north, so I alone will go to the southern front."
"Don't worry about me. As long as Cú Chulainn isn't there, I alone should be enough."
Listening to Takumi's calm voice, everyone couldn't help falling into silence.
Seems indeed... possible like this?
...
Southern "Frontline."
Plains, hilltops, forests—almost everywhere was crowded with people. Countless Celtic soldiers clad in armor, holding sharp weapons, marched silently with heads down. If viewed from a high place, one could find them like dark ants, occupying almost the entire land. Looking from afar, even the head and tail couldn't be seen clearly.
Their steps were not uniform, but the oppressive inhuman atmosphere and the terrifying number made this group of soldiers like walking monsters, making people shudder.
[Beacon Fires Connect the Sky, Crimson Hell]!
Suddenly, flames erupted.
Like an out-of-control giant beast, sweeping across the land with overwhelming force, burning to its heart's content on the Celtic soldiers standing on this land.
The sky was dyed orange-red. Countless soldiers let out painful screams in the flames. Limbs curled and burst in high temperature, then turned into charred remains.
Before the flames burned the vanguard army completely, as if not satisfied yet, they constantly set off fiercer flames along the troops covering the mountains and plains. Like the Snake game eating dots, eroding all Celtic soldiers with a crazy posture and terrifying speed.
...
Through the familiar's perspective, converting everything seen to display on the crystal ball.
"Completely turned into a sea of fire..."
Helena looked at the crystal ball in her hand which had turned into a patch of orange-red, unable to help clicking her tongue secretly.
This was because she deliberately let her familiar fly higher. Otherwise, this indiscriminate flame offensive would have killed the familiar along with it long ago.
But even flying very high, Helena couldn't capture Takumi's figure. Could only see flames erupting again and again in countless Celtic soldier formations, barely inferring where Takumi was through traces of flames sweeping past.
"Numbers that aren't even Servants are meaningless to this Master."
Helena shook her head, putting away the crystal ball.
Is there a need to watch this? Watch how mass-produced Celtic soldiers die? That's too cruel; Helena can't watch this.
Indiscriminate wide-area flame eruption, unparalleled god-speed, almost infinite magical energy just using magecraft...
This was completely the nemesis of armies. Helena simply couldn't think of how Takumi could lose.
In comparison, better care about her side.
Current troop allocation was roughly:
Takumi alone faced all enemies in the south.
Geronimo and Billy the Kid guarded the base to prevent enemies from stealing the home.
The rest all went to the northern front.
They were even clearing scattered miscellaneous soldiers on the road. Takumi's side was already fighting. The progress was indeed more than a little different.
...
In a patch of raging flames, Takumi stopped, looking straight ahead.
There stood a strong man with delinquent-like hair, shirtless, holding two large weapons, also staring at him excitedly.
Exactly the only Servant on the southern front—Beowulf.